Mia and her crew swam to the shores of the lake and looked around at where they had fallen. They were in a cave with an intricate network of irregular shaped tunnels in it; tunnels that looked like they had been made by something burrowing through the ground.“Goodness, now where are we?” Capt. Mohlenar asked as he and his fellow pirate captains shook the water off of their hats and put them back onto their heads.“I don’t know but by the looks of it . . . I’d say nowhere good,” Mia answered.“How are we going to get back up there?” Mr. Bear asked.“We can’t we’re just going to have to find another way out.”“How? We don’t even know where we are,” Capt. Grovergane said.“We just keep moving until we find our way out.”“Through these tunnels?” Capt. Mohlenar asked.“Yes.”“I don’t like the look of them.”“Neither do I,” Capt. Grovergane agreed.“Neither do I but we can’t get up there so the only other chance we have at getting out of here is through the tunnels,” she said.“What if the
Mia and her crew faced up to the creature and it was a tough fight. It kept swinging its tentacles at them to either grab them, hit them or crush them and they kept slicing at them with their swords and knives, dodging them and moving out of their way respectively. With how it had been grabbing them and pulling them back they knew that because they couldn't outrun it it would have continued to do so until it eventually feasted on them all and so though it was a crazy option fighting it and killing it was the best chance they had of making it out alive.They fought on against the odds and were actually doing something; despite the crew men being hit hard against the walls by the creature’s tentacles. Their knives were not big nor were they sharp enough to defend them as well as the swords were defending the others and so they got themselves quite the beating, with four out of six of them being hit so hard that when they dropped to the ground they stayed down, with the others still cons
Mia and her crew managed to escape the bats, with no one else succumbing to being eaten, and continued trying to find their way out of the cave and back onto real ground; turning left and right through another network of tunnels and coming to another cave, a much smaller one this time, with large roots poking out of one side of the walls, large roots they quickly began to climb as they led up to their way out, a big hole in the ground. They made it out and they were back in the forest; looking in all directions to make sure there was no creature anywhere near them to attack them. “Does anyone see anything?” Mia asked as they looked on. “No, it’s clear this way,” Capt. Grovergane answered. “It’s clear this way too,” Capt. Mohlenar said. “I think we’re in the clear . . . For now,” Mathew said. “Alright, we keep making our way to the coast,” she said. “To flag down a ship and return home?” Capt. Mohlenar asked. “If by home you mean going to see the time keeper and telling him that
Mia and her crew reached the coast of the island and managed to flag down a cargo ship and all the way back to the cave of time they went, as the thunder roared on and the green lightning flashed on in the stormy skies. They had gone back to rescue the others that had been caught by the trolls spit balls and so their number was back up; with each one of them shaken to their bones over what was going on. Some damage had clearly been done but the question was what was the extent of said damage? Was it something that they could be able to turn around or was what was happening a done deal? Only time would tell. They reached the stone platform in the middle of the ocean and because the storm was more on the calmer side than it was the wilder side, they managed to reach there with no trouble at all. The ship came to a stop and Mia and Mr. Bear made their way down the staircase and then the walkway to the cave of time as the rest remained on board. They were the ones that had been summoned b
The fight between the living and the dead carried on as Capt. Zedarh popped up from behind his men and fought Mia one on one; their swords clinking here and there as they tried to get each other, as her crew went on fighting the others, stabbing them in their dead flesh and shoving, kicking and even punching them over the side of the walkway. Capt. Zedarh was the most feared pirate in the waters, his mere name sent shivers down people’s spines, he commanded three ships at the same time which meant that he had three times the crew and three times the chance of winning any clash and that was who she was fighting? If it wasn’t for the Dalhamavaughn blood that ran through her veins she wouldn’t have stood as strong as she did. Capt. Jules was an excellent swordsman and those skills were the ones she used to match up to Capt. Zedarh’s, which were just as excellent. Which was why the fight they had five years ago took so long and ended up claiming both of their lives, because they were equa
Mia went on searching Capt. Zedarh’s cave of treasures for the missing piece of Galagus’s hands of time but it was nowhere to be found. She looked from pile to pile but there was no sign of it. Just then a strange feeling came over her and she stopped for a moment and looked into herself. She felt not like herself; like she had to remind herself that she was her. She then touched her face and her body to feel if it was still her, and looked down at her hands; there wasn’t a clear difference but there was something different about her and she could feel it like the clothes on her body. “Uh Dalagus?” she called out to him. “Yes Mia,” Dalagus responded; with him and the others still holding the hands of time apart. “I uh . . . I think something’s wrong.” “Yes and we’re trying to fix it. Find the piece quickly Mia, the world is wasting away, we don’t have much time. Hurry!” “No, with me, I think there’s something wrong with me.” “What do you mean?” “What’s going on Dalhamavaughn, fi
Capt. Jules dipped his hand into Capt. Zedarh’s inner jacket pocket and pulled out the missing piece. “I win,” he said and pulled his sword out of Capt. Zedarh’s chest and kicked him back. He then quickly walked up to Mia who was still on the ground, now with streams of tears running down her face. He reached her and looking down at her like he did before he then held his hand out to her. Mia looked down at it and then back up at him and grabbed it, and he pulled her up to her feet. “Oh my . . . Look at you . . . You look like my mother . . . You look exactly like her,” he said and gave a faint smile. “What is your name?” “Mia,” she answered. “Mia Dalhamavaughn.” His smile grew wider as his dead eyes began to tear up. “You bear her name was well.” More tears ran down Mia’s face; he looked nothing like he did in the photos her mother showed to her but the connection was still there and it was strong. “Here, take this, there’s not much time left,” he said and handed the piece over
The following day came and it was her wedding day. Mia and Peter exchanged vows and it was a beautiful celebration; a colourful beach wedding with all the guests gushing at how cute they were and looked together. They both said ‘I do’ and they were announced husband and wife, and as they moved into each other to share their first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. Krenan the guests ululated for them. Night fell and the reception was held and in one of the hotel’s halls the bride and groom enjoyed the night with their friends and family; drinking, dancing and just having themselves a good time. Early morning came and as Mia and Peter were in bed sleeping, a sound came from the living room of their honeymoon suite; the sound of footsteps, there was someone walking around in their suite. Mia opened her eyes and lifted her head off the pillow to get a better listen but the moment she did the sound of the footsteps stopped. She then looked behind her to see if Peter was the one who was out there becaus