Chapter 10 - 10: who is your master?
Above the clouds over the beautiful island in the middle of the ocean, floated a ship, or to be more precise, a 'cruise ship', pure white with gold details and a structure of smooth, elegant lines, giving it a regal and sophisticated appearance, as if it belonged to royalty.
But it was much more than just the exterior beauty of the cruise ship. What stood out the most were the intricate runes carved into every visible surface, emitting a soft light. These runes were engraved with millimetric precision, testament to the powerful magic that kept the vessel afloat.
At the bow of the impressive flying ship stood a female figure, dressed in elegant white robes embroidered with threads that seemed to be made of gold and silver. The outfit appeared to be a uniform due to the emblem embroidered on the left side of the chest. Despite being loose-fitting, the robes could not hide the curvaceous and voluptuous body of the wearer.
The woman on the bow could only be described as the epitome of feminine beauty, with fine, delicate features that seemed to have been sculpted by a divine artist using their best skills. Her skin was as white as snow, and her long blonde hair fell softly over her shoulders, highlighting her mesmerizing blue eyes that seemed to reflect the color of the ocean.
This beautiful woman, whose beauty could incite entire nations to war, was looking towards the island, where she could see a camp fenced by large wooden logs, with a clay-tiled cabin in the center, followed by two other gigantic cabins compared to the first one.
In the camp, a boy of about fifteen years old was practicing movements that appeared to be some form of martial art, performing movements that reflected a serenity and precision only possible with years of discipline and practice. Every punch, every kick, every stance, and weight shift was executed with unmatched grace and fluid beauty, turning each movement into a spectacle worth watching.
The boy was dressed in simple leather garments designed for combat and easy movement, which could not hide his incredible beauty, with fine features, white skin, and a defined, muscular physique that seemed to be the perfect combination of strength and agility. This contrasted greatly with his impressive jet-black hair, which looked like a piece of the night sky adorned with stars and galaxies.
Despite his incredible appearance, the boy had a charm that went beyond physical beauty, an innate elegance and dignity, along with a charisma that extended beyond his looks. This was evident in the way he carried himself, the serenity on his face, and the expression in his green eyes, as vibrant and alive as the forests in spring, full of concentration and focus.
The woman had a curious look on her face as she observed the boy on the island. At the same time, she murmured some words, which somehow caused a shocking scene. The gigantic ship began to shrink until it was the size of her palm, looking like an incredibly detailed toy.
Contrary to logic, the woman did not fall from the sky but remained suspended in the air as she extended her right hand towards the miniature ship. Shortly after, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
After collecting her ship, the woman vanished from sight like a ghost and descended slowly from the sky until she was standing on the roof of the smallest cabin, from where she continued watching the boy with curiosity, who continued practicing his movements, completely unaware of her presence.