Mika
stood on the docks looking out to sea. How many
times before had he stood on the shore, painting
this very landscape of ships and birds and sea
and sky. How often he had dreamed of all the adventures
that lay out there. "My Love is waiting for me
somewhere..." he said softly to himself. "And
I shall find her." He sighed and turned towards
the bustling pier to find a ship to take him from
Algor.
"Gumba
the Wise can help you to find her," a ghostly
cloaked figure whispered.
"Who
are you!" Mika gasped, dropping his bags.
"The
Misty Maiden will take you to Gumba," the voice
laughed. And then the figure disappeared in the
midst of people.
Mika shivered as he picked up his bags and headed
towards the ships.
"Sorry
mate. No more space on board," each Captain grunted
as he went up and down the pier. He could have
told them he was the Royal Prince of Algor, or
rather, had been the Royal Prince of Algor, but
he decided to resign himself to fate. There was
only one ship left. Eerily it floated just beyond
the rest, like a phantom. Mika wasn't at all surprised
to find that this was the Misty Maiden. And of
course there was room for one more traveler. Mika
hesitated for only an instant, then he stepped
on board.
