Hi Lava here. This is my first story and I am very open to comments and suggestions. Also if you notice any grammatical errors please let me know in the comments.

Also this is a really short chapter (it's a prologue though) but the first chapter is much longer and after I look it over and make it presentable I'll post it up thanks for reading!

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-Prologue-

The seasonal storms were especially heavy over the Mako Islands this year. The Mako Islands are part of a small archipelago on the eastern side of the sea country of Calder. Calder is a prosperous country consisting of nearly 20,000 different islands, boasting a powerful Navy to defend its coasts because it. The people of Calder are considered to be the best seafaring people in all of Gaia. Calder is a very popular destination for lovers & tourists because of the tropical environments over many of the islands. Trade in Calder is prosperous due to the many ports and resources provided by the islands. Mercenaries and sailors from around the world come to Calder seeking fame and fortune. The seas and storms made the waters of Calder treacherous to those inexperienced. Even the experienced sailors were wary of the storms. Storms raged for months on end in Calder.

This was the 45th day of the storms.

Most of Mako Island's citizens were hiding on this night. Not many would dare venture out in this weather.

Despite this kind of dreadful storm, a pair of silhouettes could be seen hiking towards the bluff, one with a small bundle in his arms.

“Sir, is this really okay? H-he’s still but a child, not born but just yesterday…it doesn’t feel right.” one of the shadows, asked the other.

“Silence!… our kings orders are absolute. You know that.” the other shadow states to the other, hesitation clear in his voice, “After we took this babe from the nursery his body was replaced with another child recently born. The parents will not know the difference.”

“Even so! This feels so wrong! I was trained to fight warriors! Not babies!” the first shadow expresses

with a heavy heart. Knowing what’s to come to this child.

“This child has been prophesied to usurp the throne! The royal family will not allow him to live.” the shadow carrying the child explains as the two finally make it to the edge. “It’s such a shame, I can feel the immense strength of this child’s soul.”

Unveiling the child’s face from the tight swaddling wrap the man gazes upon the child. The shadow holding the child wanted to offer his respects knowing what he is about to do. Astonished, the child is still asleep despite the storm and unknowing of what’s to come and only makes him feel more guilt in his heart.

Standing at the edge only inches away from darkness, and the crashing waves below, he softly rests his forehead against the child’s and breathes deeply, exchanging one final breath.

“Please find peace in the next world sweet child.” the man whispers into the child’s ears, too softly for

anyone to hear.

The shadow extends his arms over the bluff, and releases the bundle into the crashing waves below…