"Solan!" I remember the continues shouting of my name. Somehow I had found myself surrounded by everyone I knew, comrades that I had sailed with for years, a family I never knew I had... and the love of my life. . I stood alone. Being centered by the attention that had gotten myself in this current situation.
"Your reign stops here!"
This memory I had was all foggy, I remember looking at everyone with a furious expression. Though I couldn't see them as they were all covered in shadows which I guess was the due to the amnesia. I couldn't remember their faces but what I did remember was the hatred in their voices, feeling betrayed and backstabbed by me. They hated me... each and everyone. Despite the fact I had made a better world for everyone who lived in 'Ygdan' they still pointed their weapons at me.
"You've gone to far! We have had enough of your bullshit!". Whoever had said that sentence felt familiar, I know their voice... yet I don't know person.
"First! You kill the grandmaster! then you ordered the annihilation of the 'anax' hunters that were the real protectors of the sea!"
Anax hunters. That name tingled a bell in my foggy mind. A foreign name that was the cause of my own demise and tragedy that was yet to come. I too wished to become an anax hunter when I was younger. To hunt the leviathans that creeps beneath the blanket of the sea was something I always dreamt of.
"If you don't stop what your doing you will create an unbalance in the seas!".
The voices that felt so familiar yet distant kept telling me things that I had no intentions on listening in. Why was this even happening? No. Who am I kidding I know why this was happening... and I know where it all began. It was the day I lost my father.
***
–Thud–
The sound of the silver
"W-What did you say?"
The low voice of a young horrified child was heard through a small rundown house on the outskirts of a rural village. Sitting on a chair across from him an old couple in their 60's. A old woman with wrinkles and drying skin, beside her sat her an older bulkier man with a full grown gray beard and big forearms that told his year's of work.
"I'm sorry Solan, We tried everything... Your father and his crew is gone". The old woman spoke with sincerity.
Solan sat there quietly tears running down his eyes. A boy at the age of 8 years old. His body well nurtured, His skin lightly dark tanned, hair jet black like the darkest hour and two pair of black deep eyes, but despite his elegant appearance he was in a state of denial and sorrow.
"Your Father and his crew are no longer with us and the villager". the man expressed in a uninterested tone, almost like he didn't care at all.
Solan's father was part of the Anax. A world-renowned organization that dedicated their life on the sea to hunt down leviathans. Fighting against beast's that terrorized the shores of humanity and protect the human from their danger.
"Our useless village finally got rid of those bastards…". The old man muttered under his breath. Crossing his arms, his tone had no remorse about the crying Solan across from the table.
"He's a child dear…!" the older woman shouted furious at her husband.
"Like you'd ever care? Those Anax people are insane! They wasted all our village resources to hunt leviathans and now they're all dead!". The old man shouted angrily in his tone. As their original sincerely talk turned into arguments to each other, they decided to leave, focusing on their own personal problems
***
Solan had kept to himself. Still sobbing over the revelation about his father's death by the couple that lived in the same village as him. What could he possibly do now? At first he felt hopeless and he still would feel the same emotion until a few days passed again.
Solan stood on top of a hill, covered in rich grass overseeing the small island he lived on. Infront of him stood two lone wooden made tombstone. One that was made by his father after Solan's mother had died after his birth. And the second one was made by none other then Solan himself. Holding a banquet of flowers he had aimlessly picked around his house. He decided to pay his respects for both of his parents one last time. Solan held the flowers in a affectionate embrace, a few drops of tears running down his eyes as he then placed it between the two wooden tombstones overlooking the wide blue sea across the hill.
He was one day hoping to become a great hunter like his father. Sailing with his own crew he'd across his journey who held the same ambition as him — to hunt leviathan's until their name was no longer feared. "I'm going to kill them.... Each one". Solan muttered under his breath, clenching his fist, enraged by the thought of a leviathan.
They were creatures that came in all type of forms yet held the common of reptiles as described in the books and stories that Solan had read about. And his father had lost his battle against one whilst sailing with his own crew.
Fueled by the rage Solan felt like he had to take it in his own hand. He didn't care if he was too young or too fragile in the current moment of his rage. He wanted them dead, he wanted avenge his father. Knowing that the villagers that lived on the same island as them, they wouldn't care about what happened to him. In their point of view they viewed him and his father as outsiders — people that didn't belong there in the first place.
From what the young boy had remembered his father and mother had settled on the island a few years before his birth. He didn't know anything about his mother except her face on a small black and white photo pendant he had somewhere in his house. And also the fact she was the most beautiful woman in the world according to his father that he saved one day during his journey.
***
Days passed by and Solan had came up with a plan for himself. Knowing the village wasn't somewhere he belonged he had packed things from his old home that couldn't be considered a home any longer. He had checked the attic and found relics his father had collected during his journey — among them being a dagger made of what seemed to be of pure jade.
Sneaking out during the late evening Solan pushed a rowboat on the beach nearby his old home. The silver pendant around his necklace with a photo of his father and mother was held tight holding it preparing to set out. "According to the villagers my father's hunting ship sank not far away from here". With one last dedicating push the rowboat settled onto the shallow water Infront of him.
The rowboat was still in condition to be used and with the rest of the equipment already being dragged onto the beach hours ago Solan grabbed onto a spear, knitted by a long brownish rope at it's handle. Getting on top of the rowboat he started rowing away from the island he so much hated. The village would die out soon anyway, they were poor and no ship were sailing here except for his father's one that lived here. With him gone the villagers had no way of obtaining the 'resources' that they explained his father wasting.
Rowing for what felt like days but were actually just hours Solan had arrived in the middle of the sea. The night sky darkening everything around him like he had been consumed by a void. There was a hint of mist onto the sea blanket that made it's way around his boat. Solan had only grabbed a few portion of food with him which logically would only last a few days but thought-out well that he could manage with it for weeks to come... if he was still alive by then.
It was cold, the breezing win hugging his already cooled body which made it only worse. It was dark, it was silent... and it was scary. Despite the current situation Solan still had his goal in mind, to kill the leviathan responsible for his father's death.
—Splash—
The sudden sound of water moving somewhere in the darkness startled Solan. Grabbing onto his spear in case the uncanny sound amplified by the second going by. It became obvious that something was drifting closer and closer to the boat — It wasn't natural, that was for sure.
Standing up Solan held the spear tight, raised and pointed out from where the sound came from. He couldn't help but feel nervous and scared, yet a slightly excitement building up on him. If it was a leviathan it would be his first time ever witnessing one. He was never allowed to sail with his father as he deemed it too 'dangerous' which had annoyed him at times.
"S-Show yourself! I know your out here somewhere!" Solan shouted loudly angered and prepared for what was to come. "I-m here to avenge my father! I'm going to kill you!" Solan said before the mist around his boat started to creep upwards into the air. in the distant was wall of fog starting to surround him.
The sudden mention of his name echoed in his head, a eerie and foreign voice thickened by distortion. It had no doubt said his name but it didn't feel like a human was speaking.
"W-Where are you! show yourself!" Solan shouted one last time before seeing a vibrant color gleaming through the dark mist ahead of him. Sea-green that could only resemble the signature color of death and insanity. It was approaching him slowly but surely and before Solan knew it his eye's widened as he gasped out in shock and confusion.
There were some type of snakes levitating before him. Being see through they resembled a phantom(ghost) almost. Solan was froze completely, goosebumps forming on his skin and the sudden feeling of his muscles locking , what he was witnessing was something straight out a fantasy book and legends.
"W-What is that?" Solan had asked himself, confused by the entire ordeal. As terrifying as it looked it had a majestic glow to it, one that captivated Solan for a bit. As the snake levitated straight through his body he was hit the sudden impact of a uncanny sound beneath his boat.
Two gleaming eyes the same color as the snake stared right beneath him. The eyes had a great distance from the end to the front part of the ship implying its huge size. "A-A leviathan!" Solan got back to his senses before aimlessly throwing the spear beneath him only to hear a loud deep squeal.
—Thud—
The boat alongside Solan flew into the air by the sudden impact of the mysterious Leviathan. Before he'd know it the rowboat was crushed into pieces and falling back into the sea he feel deep. Baffled by it's strength and the realization it had hit him. The sea was entirely dark, the sea bed was nowhere to be seen as an endless void seems to just continue further down. And to make it even worse Solan couldn't tell where the surface was. The night sky from before had already casted a shadow above the sea which made everything just confusing.
Trying to look around him he had frozen again once he was met with the leviathan responsible for the situation. Infront of him stood a gigantic cat-fish of some kind, barbels hanging from down it's mouth which told him what it was. It's eyes were glowing in a green color that had no sign of any pupils, just plain green color. It was silent and it didn't move at all, just staring at Solan for a few seconds.
"....A leviathan?" Solan told himself.
Getting back into his senses Solan noticed the spear that was slowly sinking above him. Swimming towards the spear and getting a hold of it again he tried to throw it at the leviathan before it weakly dropped into the sea again due to the physical resistance.
The cat-fish made it's way closer to Solan, gaping it's mouth wide as it was going for it's meal. Realizing his own demise Solan tried to swim away but was succumbed into the air vacuuming into it's mouth.
"S-Shit! D-Dad! P-Please save me!" Solan shouted inside of his head, begging. Solan succumbed into the stomach as the last thing he saw was the insides of it's mouth and only then to be met with darkness.