Chapter 1: Whispers of the AbyssThe wind carried a strange scent—salt, ash, and something ancient. As the Star Whisperer sailed away from the Forests of Ohlmorra, Erudite stood at the prow, the fourth ruby clenched in his palm. It pulsed faintly, as if aware that the journey was far from over.“We’ve got four,” murmured Urkone, joining him. “Only three rubies remain. And the waters ahead… they’re uncharted. Even to me.”The crew had changed. Harder, more silent. Every ocean had taken something from them. Zoya adjusted the sails, her shoulder still healing from the last battle. Kalor, their mapkeeper, hadn’t spoken much since the shadows in Ohlmorra whispered his name.But none of them turned back.Their next destination lay in the Basin of Echoing Storms, where the fifth ruby was said to lie within a cave beneath the sea, guarded by the Siren Warden—a creature born from drowned songs.“I’ll dive for it,” Erudite said. “I’ve faced the sea god’s wrath before. This won’t stop me.”Urkone looked at him, the pride of a father in his eyes. “You’ve changed, lad. The sea’s made you more than a sailor.”“I’m a seeker now,” Erudite said quietly. “And this story’s about to end.”---Chapter 2: Beneath the ThunderThe Star Whisperer approached the Basin of Echoing Storms. Lightning danced across a charcoal sky, and waves towered like watery mountains. No maps guided them here. The basin was a forbidden legend, said to swallow ships whole and echo their screams forever.“Drop the anchor!” Urkone bellowed.Erudite fastened the ruby pouch to his belt and prepared to dive. The fifth ruby rested deep inside the Mournful Hollow, a cavern that only opened when the sea cried—when thunder cracked, and water wept.Zoya tied a cord to Erudite’s waist. “Three tugs if you’re in trouble. We pull you up.”He nodded and plunged.Below, silence smothered sound. Schools of pale fish scattered as he swam downward. Then he saw it—the Hollow’s mouth yawning like a frozen scream. Inside, carvings lined the walls, telling of sailors lost and dreams drowned.In the center floated a crystal pedestal, and atop it: the fifth ruby.But a voice echoed in his head.“Do you deserve this, boy of land and tide?”The Siren Warden appeared—not as a beast, but a figure of shifting water and voice. She sang, and memories flooded his mind—his childhood alone, the day he met Urkone, every failure he buried.But Erudite swam through it all. He gritted his teeth, reached the pedestal, and seized the ruby.The cavern trembled, and the Siren wailed one last note—before fading into foam.He shot upward. The cord tightened. Zoya and Urkone pulled. Breaking the surface, Erudite held the fifth ruby to the stormy sky.“Two more to go,” he said, breathless.---Chapter 3: Isles of DuskThey sailed west toward the Isles of Dusk, where time twisted and shadows moved like smoke. The sixth ruby had once belonged to a race of star-watchers, wiped out by Oryxon’s curse.As they docked, the air grew still. The islands were quiet—too quiet.Kalor read from an old book, “To find the ruby, one must not chase it. One must reflect.”The crew split up, searching ancient temples and monoliths. Erudite wandered alone, until he found a mirror—ancient, cracked, but glowing with soft light.Inside it, he saw himself—but older. Wiser. Tired.And in the reflection’s palm was the sixth ruby.He reached out.Pain seared through his chest. The mirror shattered, and in its place lay the ruby, quiet and real.The island shook. Shadow-creatures emerged from the ground, born from the broken time.The crew fought hard. Swords clashed, and arrows flew. Zoya was nearly dragged away, but Erudite leapt in time. They escaped to the ship, bruised but alive.The sixth ruby joined the others.---Chapter 4: The Final SeaOnly one ruby remained. Its location was whispered in riddles—“Where the world ends, and the sky touches flame.” It meant The Endsea—the edge of the world, where Oryxon himself waited.Their journey grew harsh. Storms unending. Waves black as ink. The Star Whisperer creaked and groaned but held.Then they saw it.A floating island of fire and ice, jagged with spires, crowned with a throne of bones. Oryxon’s lair.Urkone turned to Erudite. “This is it. No turning back.”Erudite nodded. “Let’s finish this.”They docked. Entered.Oryxon awaited them, massive, cloaked in sea-mist and rage. “You dare seal me again?” he roared.Erudite stepped forward. “Not seal. End.”The final ruby glowed in Oryxon’s chest, embedded like a cursed heart.A battle erupted.Zoya fought off sea-demons. Kalor held barriers. Urkone dueled Oryxon with a burning blade.Erudite climbed the throne. With the six rubies glowing, he reached for the seventh.Oryxon stabbed him—deep.But Erudite did not fall. Light burst from him, and the rubies rose. They fused into a star-shaped core.Erudite thrust it into Oryxon’s heart.A scream shattered the skies.The sea god crumbled, and his island collapsed.
Friends I know it's a a third part so early because I have already written it but waiting for your love for my work and as soon as I got 1k views I posted it .
