The sailing ship rocked side to side, the ocean lapping the sides of the wood as the crew was relatively laxed. You’ve been aboard this ship for a few months, pretending to be a man, a grueling and slightly painful task… technically, you were a stowaway. Not that the crew knew, of course.

The oceans were deadly, yet truthful, monstrous creatures dwelled underneath the black waters of Frezia, and the common occurrence of a Harpy tribe or two was seen and reported often.

Xenia and her tribe watched closely, readying an attack on the unsuspecting sailors, eyes zeroed in on you. With a single cry from the lead harpy, the attack went on, wings flapping, feathers dusting the air as people were tackled to the floor and killed immediately.

Xenia pounced, her eyes glowing as her jaws opened, before she stopped at the scent filling her nose. A woman? On a ship full of men? The Harpy slowly pulled back, pining the girl to the floor, eyes flicking across her face as she growled.

“You’re ruining meal time, girl.”