The SS Trinity | En Route ro Vallhalla
001 - Marcus
I feel so weak....I can hardly move my body. The world is black and blurry. I...can't...move? I don't remember where I am, but there is terrible static all around me. Clamor, noise and static. My body is weak, and I feel sick, but the static in my ears is worse. I can't escape it and it simply keeps going. Its not like static from the television, because it keeps changing and moving. Its like its a living thing constantly wailing in my ears. The air is sharp and offensive, like a chemical smell I can't describe. What was I doing again? I open my eyes and the world assaults me. The room I'm in is very bright, or perhaps lightly colored with good lighting. Regardless, my eyes refuse to focus on the offensive atmosphere. Why am I in a place like this? It would be neat and pleasant if it weren't for MY condition.
My Condition?
Am I sick?
WAIT!!
Marcus shot up from the bed he was on, immediately regretting his decision as his body recoiled in pain from the sudden movement. His memories quickly rushed back to him as consciousness came back. He was doing poorly with the boat ride and was sent to the infirmary on board to lay down and rest. The "static" he could hear were waves. Rolling, beautiful waves against a shoreline.
Shoreline...?
SHORELINE!
"Worst. Student. Ever!" Marcus grumbled as he hurried out of the infirmary, quickly ducking his head back in to say thank you to the very not-human-looking nurse. He vaguely remembered the way back to the deck, but just before reaching the deck, he also remembered his things were in his room. Marcus paused for just a moment, taking in a deep sigh and calming himself. He then marched hurriedly to his room, grabbing his belongings. He didn't remember exactly what the arrangements were, but he remembered he would be living in a nice apartment or something outside of the campus grounds on the island. He just needed to check in with the head master of the school.
The whole process seemed fairly streamlined and easy, but Marcus was worried about his car making it safely. It was sent ahead of time by valet, and had been around Marcus for several days. The poor baby was all alone without Marcus! It SHOULD Be somewhere on the campus grounds. Marcus was pretty sure if he really wanted to he could pull up Google Maps and spot it. He attempted to survey the island several times, but clouds--magical or otherwise--usually kept a clean image from coming through. He did have a general idea of the route he would need to take every day. The School seemed like it would be JUST BARELY in or out of view from the apartment, giving nice distance from school, but not a painful journey every day.
As Marcus regained his composure and walked out onto the deck he caught a glimpse of an awkward display of a man's hand bursting into flame as he touched a girl's hand, and a great degree of misfortune nearly setting him on fire. "Well I suppose I wont shake her hand...." Marcus muttered softly to himself as he walked out to look at the school from the deck, trying to keep some distance between himself and the potentially flammable people. The school itself looked just as alien as it did in the picture, and from Google Maps. It of course, looked absolutely awesome, but certainly nothing Marcus had ever seen before. Other pictures Marcus saw made it look like the town was a Pablo Picasso mess of all the cultures of the world, and some from outside the world. Cool, but awkward. Marcus frowned to himself as he wondered about how driving would be.
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.