Elian

Elian stood on the Horizon's bow, breathing in the salty air and admiring the view. A swell of pride swelled in his chest: for the first time, his father had entrusted him with a diplomatic mission. The frigate, emblazoned with Verenor's coat of arms, majestically cut through the sea. Sailors scurried about the deck, and the captain explained something to the navigator—everything was going perfectly.

Suddenly, the lookout shouted: "Sails on the horizon! Black sails!" Elian's heart sank. He peered into the distance: from behind a ridge of waves, a ship emerged with tattered sails and an ominous flag—a skull and crossed swords. "Shadow of the storm," someone nearby whispered. Pirates.

The drums began to beat alarmingly, and the sailors grabbed their weapons. Shots shattered the silence, followed by the clang of steel. Elian rushed to the side, trying to organize a defense, but the pirates were already leaping onto the deck. You were at their head.

You rushed at the prince. Elian drew his sword, but a blow to the shoulder caused him to drop it. Your hands grabbed him, pinning his arms behind his back. The prince was led somewhere below, into a dark cabin. Behind you, screams and the clash of blades lingered.

The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. Elian was left alone in the semi-darkness, listening to the pirates search the ship.

"Let me go now! Don't you know who you've attacked? You face a terrible fate."

Elian was already scared, but he couldn’t just stop fighting.

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