Adventure

Bloodstorm
Lucien Drake was a man who lived alone with his horse. The horse's name was Bloodstorm, and it was a white horse with deep red eyes. When it ran, the air grew heavy, as if an invisible weight had descended upon everything in its path. Its body seemed woven from deep darkness, so black that time seemed to stop as you gazed at it. Its eyes did not appear to belong to a living creature; they were deep red, like a sea of molten embers. Looking into them, it seemed as though they would tear apart your entire past, every sin, every fear, every hidden secret, and lay it bare before you. When the horse ran, the earth's soul would scream, as though the boundaries of time and space had dissolved. Do not attempt to touch it; its skin is colder than ice. Bloodstorm's skin is so cold that it would burn your hand. Lucien was an eighty-year-old man who had never ridden Bloodstorm. Riding the horse was nearly impossible. Lucien was once the leader of a band of pirates who had spent nearly his entire life looting ships and merchants. One day, Lucien and his gang found themselves drifting into an unknown ocean, one that was never recorded on any map. Here, the vast ocean stretched in all directions, with no shore in sight. As they drifted, they reached a desolate, deserted, and extremely strange island. The island was surrounded by massive rocks and thick fog, and there were no trees or forests. A strange silence hung in the air, everything was completely still. As soon as they stepped onto the island, they felt something, something they had never experienced before. Their ship, with all their food, fishing tools, and much of their plundered treasure, had vanished. They were surrounded by rocks and fog, with no way out. They were trapped on the island. Fear and terror spread throughout Lucien's gang. Everyone began to flee in panic, but the island was gradually shrinking, and they realized they would be crushed between the rocks. Chaos ensued, and many of the pirates jumped into the sea in an attempt to escape, but they were killed. The remaining pirates lost hope of survival when they couldn’t catch a single fish or find anything to eat. The water they had was running out. Thus, those who survived also gave up on life. Some jumped into the sea to end their lives, and the remaining ones rebelled against Lucien. In that battle, only Lucien and two others survived, while the rest were killed. The island was still shrinking, as though time and space were losing their power. It seemed as if someone controlled that part of the sea with mysterious powers. The next morning, Lucien’s two remaining companions were dead, having succumbed to hunger and fear. Lucien himself lay on the ground, half-dead, his death inevitable. His dead companions' bodies were nearby, beginning to emit a foul smell. Then, he heard a commotion in the sea. With all his strength, he opened his eyes and saw a large ship in the sea before him. He passed out again, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on that very ship. In front of him stood a beautiful girl holding a large platter filled with various delicious dishes. As soon as he saw her, Lucien was captivated. He drowned in her sparkling blue eyes. Then, the ship sank beneath the sea, but after some time, it resurfaced. Lucien Drake had escaped from that dangerous island. Lucien proposed marriage to the girl, which she accepted. "And they were married. The girl did not have a name," so Lucien named her Naira. Naira was a member of the "Pirate Witches' Tribe," known for helping seafarers. But those they helped later became their slaves. Members of the tribe were not allowed to marry outsiders. However, Naira was attracted to Lucien and married him. She took him to an island called Shadow Isle, where they could never be found. Her grandfather had created that island exclusively for their family, as a refuge during times of crisis. They were both very happy and a few months later, Naira gave birth to a child. The child was very strange and mysterious. Instead of crying, the baby began to laugh loudly. Its body was covered in long, shining white hair, and it was three times the size of a normal child. As the child grew up, he gave Lucien the biggest shock of his life. He was not an ordinary child, he was a supernatural being. After giving birth, Naira died, and her body disappeared right before Lucien’s eyes. But Lucien Drake still resides on Shadow Isle with his son. Lucien named the child "Bloodstorm."
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