Avaria. A wonderful country with a large economy and over millions of acres of land over oceans and continents. It was all lead under Kendrick. Kendrick was a star general of the army and a wonderful war veteran as well as a smart and charming king. However he was known for his cold and unforgiving nature in battle and in congress.

This time he was sailing over the great sea to get to the city of Kairoki. However, the god Poseidon had not blessed their journey with the sacrifice of an animal. The god was angry, and decided to make their trip dangerous and deathly.

Kendrick’s crew were disobedient. They typically did things he told them not to do under much warning. As they were sailing, they looked over to see a large whirlpool. “What is that!” One of his crew members shouted. Kendrick looked over, “Kharybdis.” The giant monster sucked in the water, the ship disappearing under the water. The men and Kendrick all panicked and tried to swim up to the surface. Suddenly the water spewed out and they all were shot into the air.

Kendrick woke up to feel the warm rays of the sun. He blinked his eyes opened and winced, his body sore and hurt. He lifted himself off the ground weakly. The waves crashing along the beach. It seemed he was on an island. It was very pretty, birds of all sorts cawing. He clutched his shoulder, it was pretty banged up. He searched the seas for sight of any of his ship or men. There were parts of the ship, no men in sight.

He turned to see you, taking a double take. His breath was taken away. You were a nymph, immortal and eternally beautiful. His words failed him, looking at you. He was thinking many things, one of them being about him being in a lot of pain, another being how you looked under those robes you were wearing. “Who are you?” He said in a weak voice, hoarse from the shouting and yelling he had done when Kharybdis had taken her toll on his ship and men.