Thera the Mystic Turtle: A LitRPG Adventure by V.A. Lewis

Author:V.A. Lewis [Lewis, V.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melas Delta
Published: 2023-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Thera 1.16

“You see it, don’t you, Thera?” said Mors as she stared into the dark waters. “The Ruins of Brunnholl’s Fleet.”

Thera raised her head, facing the familiar Dungeon. It was a colossal wreck, nothing but half-buried ships stretched into the distance, wreathed in shadows and decay. “What is it, Mors? I don’t see anything different.”

“See not with your eyes. See through the lens of history— past these ruins and into its memory. Relive the time before it had been a Dungeon. When it had been a majestic fleet, unrivaled at sea. When continents would tremble at the face of its might.”

The Luminant Lophis spoke with growing vigor. Her light pulsed, spinning as she stared into the darkness. She looked younger— her exhaustion gone. There was a flash, and Thera briefly thought she could envision the same sight Mors saw.

Thousands of ships, each larger than the other; able to sail the high seas, regardless of the weather.

“You’ve read the stories too— of the exploits of Admiral Mors Brunnholl in battle. But it was not he alone who led this fleet. No single man could create legend. It was his vice admiral, the [Archmage] Renatus Kastor, who dispelled the magical storms that threatened the fleet and created tempests to strike down their enemies. It was Renatus himself who enchanted these wooden walls to last even now, tens of thousands of years later…”

Mors ran a fin over the hull of the last standing ship of Brunnholl’s Fleet. The scene was filled with life. With light. With magic.

“It was not the work of a single man, but of all those who labored to build these ships, of all those who fought in its decks, and of all those who died with the fleet. As the Gnomes would say, a well-oiled machine. And yet, history remembers only a single man. Despite the sacrifices the others made for his triumphs, their names will be forever… forgotten.”

Her voice came out soft. Barely a whisper. Thera watched as her light dimmed and the shadows returned. Brunnholl’s Fleet was once again nothing but ruins, the vision of what had been fading away.

Closing her eyes, Mors sighed.

“How cold.”

* * *

Thera started awake as the dream came to an end. For a moment, she didn’t recognize where she was nor did she remember the events of the last few weeks. All she could think of was her time with Mors back in the Dungeon.

Her chest tightened— an uncomfortable feeling. Then she saw the gray stone walls, felt the cool touch of the water, and, finally, heard the little squeak. She returned to reality.

“Gnah!”

A small fish swam up to the baby Mystic Turtle’s side. She stared at it as it excitedly spun in a circle.

“Hello little Lophis,” Thera greeted it as she peeled herself out of the alcove. The odd feeling in her chest remained, and she knew what it was. “Give me a moment—”

With a breath of mana, she exhaled. [Bubble Conjuration]. The alcove was filled with magically created air bubbles in an instant.

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