The tides were calm, and ships sailed in ease. The wind was just right, with a salty taste and the ocean had various tones of blue. The skies were clear without a cloud in sight and the bright hot sun was creamy yellow, it created sweat on every sailor's forehead as they stirred their massive boats with tall mast and large sails with the symbol of their clan, which gently danced to speed of the wind.

One ship's sail had a symbol of a black dragon with swords surrounding it, it was the Demanongel Clan. Well known for having built their houses right on sea, they had no island they lived entirely on water, their leader Marenze passed away a year ago, leaving the heir to throne, his son Charlie Zendania Wartorn to rule. Charlie is a strange young man, living with a troubled life, and he rarely spoke. No one ever got to this strange blonde haired man, since childhood he was feared by his people. They feared what was given to him at birth, something that not even he could still control.

"Master Charlie, we're getting close to the island," a man said walking up to the man who was staring meaninglessly down at the ocean, which was being cut as the boat continued it's voyage,

"That's nice Harry," Charlie replied in cold and low voice,

"You better make sure you keep yourself together," Harry said in serious voice, "Make sure you keep that thing inside, don't let it out,"

Charile looked away from the ocean and Harry, he closed in eyes deep in thought. He opened them again and glared over at Harry with his cold blue eyes. Harry gulped fearfully as he took a step back, last thing he'd want to do is get into a fight with him. After all the outcome of the fight wouldn't be very pleasurable for him,

'That look in his eyes,' he thought, 'I swear it gets stronger and stronger, each time we come face to face,'

Charlie took a deep breath before returning to his gaze at the water,

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The other ship carried the the leader of the Deprasionet tribe, Sarah Theresa Dennark. She had lost her parents to a great war between another neighbouring tribe. All she had since the war was her little brother Benji, who was also taken from her....by a dragon. Through these looses, her heart was torn apart. When a heart is broken it can be glued back, but instead of being in it's perfect shape it can end up crooked and out of shape. It depends solely on how the person chooses to act whenever something precious is taken away from them. Unfortunately for Sarah, her heart is crooked and it has been like that for twenty years.

"Miss Dennark," said a voice of a lady in her twenty's,

"Fiona, I've told you over a billion times, call me Sarah," Sarah replied facing her assistant,

"Oh, s-s-sorry," Fiona stuttered,

"What is it?" Sarah asked in a blunt voice,

"We're almost there," Fiona said pointing over the horizon where an outline of Berk could be seen,

"Great," Sarah replied sarcastically, leaning on the hand bar of the front part of the ship,

"I know this must be hard for you, but please try and at least have a little fun," Fiona begged, the last Sarah went to sign a peace treaty, she did the complete opposite of bringing peace,

"Urgh, alright," Sarah said in a sassy voice,

"I'm not kidding, I always get the complaints!" Fiona said getting a little annoyed,

"Yeah, yeah," Sarah said as she watched the outline of Berk gradually getting larger and larger. She looked down as sadness took over her body, sailing around the world always brought back painful memories of her parents and her brother. She then felt a hand on her shoulder,

"It's alright, I know how hard this must be for you," Fiona said sweetly. Sarah looked at her in shocked and pushed away Fiona hand,

"Just leave me alone!" She yelled, causing Fiona to stumble backwards, the two then stared at each other. Fiona was trembling on the inside, this was first time Sarah had done something like. She watched as Sarah turned back over to the front of the ship and continued to gaze over at Berk.