She received no answer, lest it was the sound of the chiding of an irate sea or the spitting of petulant waves as the prows ploughed through. Wet with the wish of an ever moving sea for peace and tranquillity, Hevne had long since stopped wiping her face dry. Her hair hung wet and limp over her face, her sword lay in a pool of water at her side.
She looked intently at the star. Legend had it that it was a reflection in the eye of the Gods as they beheld our work. One star, amongst millions: the brightest.
Christopher 9 months ago
This is truly a work of art, Drew. Very well written.
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
I agree totally with Christopher. Stunningly atmospheric writing of the highest quality. It could be your new genre...
Drew Martyn 9 months ago
Oh thank you guys. I have to be honest, I'm feeling a bit out of my depth here, but I guess that means it's a learning experience. It's a steep learning curve though haha, but all the same very enjoyable. I have no idea what's coming next so we'll see what happens. Thanks for your support guys :)