Facing the Dark Lands "Imagine dark clouds of perpetual storms that toil at the edge of the world– a black void beyond a strangely calm sea with not even a breath of wind to fill the smallest of sails... let alone your cold body. Desolation, my dear...to venture into the Dark Lands means facing horrors beyond imagination before falling into a tortuous death. Is that what you seek? Are you so eager to spoil such a pretty face as yours?" She flushed. His green eyes were like the turbulent ocean itself, something you'd expect to see for such an acclaimed hero. "I do not seek anything but a captain who is not a coward and a crew who is devoted enough to follow his command." Now, as she thought back to that day, she wondered if that was the last time she would ever see home again but in the Captain's arms, she felt that maybe it didn't matter. She trembled and covered her ears as the Storm Dragon screamed for a clear passage for their ship but it was too late...the storms had begun again.