This is Chapter 1 for my current work in progress, “Beyond the Horizon”, which can be read on the NovelStar app.
The following story falls under the genres: new adult, fantasy, romance, harem, and action/adventure.
“Don’t be stupid, Tachyon,” an old man upbraided his dining companion one evening. “If you think yer gonna be any different from those other people, then yer sorely wrong.”
The young man silently watched the older one drink from a pint of carbonated juice, while pausing from eating his meal. He was distraught that his fears were beginning to surface. Tachyon, however, sat with a collected composure fitting for a graduate of the maritime academy. He couldn’t help but sigh after the remark was made
“Just face it…” the old man continued. “There’s nothin’ out there… At least, there’s nothing fer us if we can’t even find it!” He took another swig and exhaled a burp along with his sigh.
Tachyon patted his lips with a napkin so he could get a word in, but the older one cut him off, “Yer parents… I’m sure they don’t want you followin’ in their steps.”
He then sighed as he looked with heavy and tired eyes at ground, “I can’t tell you how much I miss ‘em. It felt like just yesterday yer father and I were in yer shoes… graduating from the academy and talking ‘bout adventure… He was ambitious to try new things, and had a list of goals.”
He flicked his hairy arm in the air emphasizing his next point, “Hell, he even met yer mama in one of our travels to the Bakkadian Empire up north!”
The young man smirked as he continued to listen to his late parents’ friend retell of his younger days. It was probably going to be a while before he got a chance to speak, especially if his uncle was feeling sentimental.
Tachyon got accustomed growing up without his parents, since they disappeared when he was only two, and had no memories of them. The only thing he knew was what this person told him. After some odd number of carbonated juices, the old man narrated things Tachyon’s heard before, and the young man patiently listened on.
Soon enough, the story had to come to an abrupt end, as the other patrons from the restaurant left for the night and they were the only ones left. The staff were antsy to close up shop, occasionally glaring at their guests and whispering harshly under their breaths, but continued cleaning around the restaurant, hoping the pair would get the message.
“… Anyway, long story short,” the old man finally concluded, as he reached into his frock coat, “I’m proud of you, Tachyon,” and handed him a rectangular object wrapped in parchment. “Been tempted to open it, to be honest, but yer parents intended to give this to you for yer birthday… which also happens to be the same day you passed for yer captain’s license.”
Tachyon tilted his head and wondered, “My birthday? But it’s been twenty-three years since they disappeared, Lionel. Why wait so long?”
“To be honest,” he thought, as he stroked his trimmed, silver beard. “I forgot about the package.” The young man chuckled and shook his head, as Lionel continued with, “It just blended in with everything, and while I was rummagin’ through, I finally found it.”
The young man parted his long, dark hair to the side, as he proceeded to unwrap the weathered parchment, by removing the twine which held the wrapping together.
The leather-bound book he found inside was just as old as Lionel, perhaps even older, but it looked even more ancient than that. Tachyon carefully opened the journal and saw many strange symbols, maps, charts, calculations, and notes inscribed inside.
His azure eyes widened at the spectacle before him. He couldn’t grasp what they’d been for, but eagerly kept flipping through the pages, before coming across a very peculiar symbol. It took up the whole page, and it looked like something mages would use in their spells.
Mages were individuals who could channel the natural forces about them, and it was even one of the staple professions throughout the Arteheimian continent, specializing in a variety of disciplines.
“So whaddya think? Pretty neat right?” Lionel asked, peering over. “Can’t remember exactly where yer parents got it from, but it was an artifact they picked up one day, and I heard ‘em say they wanted to give it to ya as a present.”
His lips slowly curled into a smile, as he gazed upon the book. The last time he saw it unwrapped was just before Tachyon’s father entrusted it to him.
Tachyon thought about what he’d seen in this book, and wanted to look into it more, but had to first thank his uncle for the present.
“No problem, young’in,” he replied, nodding. “I’m sure this’ll take yer mind off tryin’ ta set sail beyond the sea…”
The pair left the restaurant and trekked the dimly lit cobblestones of Morbalti Port City, the largest metropolitan in the Queendom of Annarund. They soon encountered a coachman posted next to a streetlight containing magically lit rocks inside its shade.
“We’ll take the sky option, please,” Tachyon informed the driver, who offered to either fly the carriage back, or trek along the ground, with the former being the more expensive method, since it uses magic. “I think my friend’s had too much to drink and will want a pleasant ride home.”
The coachman nodded, as he tilted his top hat.
He snapped the reins, and they emitted quick, white sparkles, that enchanted the entire horse drawn carriage, as it slowly ascended above the city buildings. He snapped them again and the ride back was swift and smooth.
It was like they were soaring through the clouds, lightweight and freely moving without interruption.
The carriage landed as smoothly as it flew on the beach, where Tachyon and Lionel’s bungalow was, some distance away from the heart of the city.
The clouds that hung in the sky threatened rain that evening, but they were parting when the two reached their home next to the wharf, where the maritime academy was, and also containing boats of all sizes.
There were some other bungalows along the beach as well, but they were mostly just rentals, as nobody really wanted to live that close to the shore. They preferred living a block or so away from the waterfront, but not Lionel. He practically grew up on the sea and felt right at home dwelling there.
As for Tachyon, he didn’t really have a choice, since his parents’ friend raised him there his whole life too. He’d grown up on the coast thereafter, and was always pulled in by the mesmerizing view of the great sea.
Like his parents before him, Tachyon unknowingly adopted their knack of curiosity, so he decided to get certified in boating with hopes to explore the unknown, since the possible worlds beyond the horizon was one of the greatest mysteries of his time.
Tachyon intended on fulfilling his dream, but it was also a cover to search for his family. Fortunately for him, the two goals fueled his passion to sail.
To be continued…
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