Kingdom of High Tarxan Nation, On The Ocean Near A Tarxan Port, Near Portville, On The Ocean Near The Country Of High Tarxan

First Year Of God, First Day, First Five Days, First Month

Wreckage and separated body parts filled the entire part of the ocean. The large metal ship moved silently through the blood stained ocean. Numerous figures stand on top of the deck of the metal ship as it sliced through the waves. It was as if they were on the lookout for something.

To the far side, on a piece of a floating wooden mast, lies a maiden that was floating aimlessly with the wreckage. Around the maiden were burning wreckages of ironclads along with the mutilated bodies of her fellow Elven people.

Slowly, but surely, the Elven maiden slowly opened her eyes. For the past few minutes, she was unconscious. The last thing she remembered was her failing to stop the destruction of her fleet. As she remembered what had happened earlier, tears flowed through her cheeks.

With sadness deep in her heart, she glanced around her surroundings, each sight deepening the well of sorrow within her and made the flow of tears flow even harder. The sight of floating corpses, mutilated bodies, burning ships and, most of all, the look of horror in the eyes of her fellow Elven people. They all died a senseless death, just because of their pride and ego.

Gazing upon her own disheveled attire, she found that her regal clothes were tattered and completely submerged in the water. She has failed to establish her influence in her country and brought hundreds of ships with thousands of sailors to their deaths. It was a complete failure and a bitter truth she could no longer deny.

In this moment of desolation, she just wishes to die or hide in a corner because of complete humiliation. Most likely, if this news of defeat gets out into the world, other nations would likely invade their homeland, as they don't have any more that they could call a navy.

Then suddenly she remembered that her brother Acheron backed out at the last minute before the battle began. She thought he must be laughing right now, as he will ascend to the throne by now. She thought it must be better to die here right now, as at least she doesn't have to come back to that country anymore, where they'd just discriminate and humiliate her every chance that they'd get.

She was currently holding onto the wooden mast of an ironclad. With how heavy her regal clothes were, she was deciding if she'd continue holding on for dear life or to just end it all and let go of the wooden mast as hopelessness fills her heart.

As she was being conflicted about what to do, a sudden deafening sound shattered the oppressive silence somewhere near her. Panic seized her as she hurriedly looked around to see where it was coming from, and when she finally saw she was utterly shocked and baffled. It was one of the mighty metal ships, the very vessel responsible for the decimation of her fleet. Fear was all over her as she didn't know what to do.

In a state of panic, she almost released her grip on the wooden mast. Just as when she saw that there were fellow Elven people near the imposing metal vessel, her instincts kicked in. This must be her redemption. If she could strike a blow against that metal ship, perhaps they'd think twice before killing off the remaining survivors.

Summoning her magical prowess, she prepared to unleash a spell with enough power to even damage it, but before she could utter the incantation, she saw something unbelievable with tears clouded her vision. The humans aboard the metal behemoth threw what seemed like some kind of device onto the elves. What came next surprised her, as she found the device that was thrown was floating. Not only that, another surprising thing happened next. The humans attached what seemed like a rope that looked like a ladder to the side of their ship, offering an improbable avenue of escape or perhaps something more.

Upon seeing this, the Elven survivors hurriedly climbed up the ladder-like rope onto the metal vessel. On a closer look at the metal ship, she saw that there were multiple devices that give off the light that they saw earlier. This device was maneuvering around the ship as it lit up the surroundings of the ship. There they were able to find the other remaining survivors of the Elven people.

She, on the other hand, saw everything that transpired. What's currently happening is a miracle of unseen proportions in the history of their existence. Nations would leave the enemy sailors to die when their ship sinks in a battle. This was a completely common practice in this world. However, she saw Humans, who were considered as inferior species because of their entire race having no mana, were now extending their hand to help the ones that abused and enslaved them over the past millenniums.

The irony wasn't lost on her, the so-called "inferior" race had just obliterated an entire fleet of ironclads. They decimated the ironclads that were considered as the latest and newest invention in the navy in a single moment.

As the queen of her nation, she must be able to protect her brethren. So she was about to call out the humans on the top of the deck, when suddenly something poked her at her back. She panicked, thinking it was a sea monster that was about to consume her. To which she looked back and found that it wasn't the case, instead it was a human. They looked at her with great interest and a man dressed in complete white from top to bottom with the color of the skin that was neither considered white nor black just in the middle.

The man dressed in white reached his hands towards her and spoke in a language they never have heard nor understood.

"It's all going to be alright." Said the man dressed in white while reaching for his hands towards her.

This occurrence spooked her, and apparently it could be seen on the outside, to which she found there were other humans at the back of the man also dressed in white. They laughed at the man on the front, who draw a scowl on his face.

"It's alright, I mean no harm, young lady." he reiterated, seeming a bit annoyed as he attempted to reassure her while ignoring the taunting of his companions.

She couldn't understand anything, however, she grasped the hand of the human in white, and a wave of relief washed over her as she used a simple magic to sense his emotions and intentions, and as it turned out, she could sense the human in front of her was indeed a good person with no ill intention.

With his assistance, she boarded the small boat. Upon having boarded the boat, she saw that there were also other Elven sailors in the boat. They all have varied expressions, however one thing remains absolute.

They feared what's going to happen next as both sides looked at each other, but none of them daring to break the tense standoff with words. It was already quite obvious that their thoughts were filled with anxiety and uncertainties. After all, they were just captured by the same race, whom they considered as slaves and inferior for millennia. They were utterly dominated, their spirits crushed and morale shattered by the overwhelming dominance of their captors.

The humans that were clothed were completely white around the small ship. The gentle maiden observed them. She saw the humans were pressing numerous buttons on what seemed like a panel on the small ship. She wondered where the entire machinery was hidden. After all, as she observed, this boat is too small for a large machinery to fit, but these humans that they encountered are already out of this world. Their equipment, language, mannerisms, they are all out of this world.

Then suddenly a human landed their eyes on her and Melian was startled when he fixed his gaze upon her. Frozen in shock, she found herself unable to respond to what was happening before her. Upon seeing the situation, the other Elven sailors instinctively distanced themselves from their queen.

A blatant display of treason.

After a few moments of thinking, the young maiden snapped out of her cloudy mind. She panicked and looked around as she realized the sorry state of her once-regal attire was all but tattered, where some parts of her body could be seen.

The only thing she could do was stare at the human that was coming near her. She had lost all her power to resist.

Upon seeing the fear of the Elven maiden, the human seemed a little disheartened, but he continued to move forward. The Elven maiden already knew that she could use magic, however, if she used it, the humans might actually kill the rest of the Elven sailors and she hates to risk it.

Upon arriving in front of the Elven maiden, the human brought out a piece of white cloth. The young maiden braced herself for the worst and was about to tear up due to fear. To her astonishment, however, the human dressed in all white brought out a cloth and wrapped it around her, after which he immediately moved out of the area and back into the group of humans where the control panel was.

While he was on his way back, the man was scratching his head with a sheepish expression on his face while the other humans were all laughing at him.

The young maiden, who was about to fall into tears, stopped. She tightly gripped the white cloth to her chest as she reminisced about the past. This is the first time she had experienced such kindness since the death of her father.

After seeing the events that transpired, the other Elven people gravitate back near their queen, but the queen looked at them with eyes filled with death and anger. However, they really couldn't do anything in that situation. What can they really expect to be able to do when those humans single-handedly decimated their fleets of ironclads?

However, the young maiden couldn't just easily accept it, as she was the queen of their nation. She also has her pride and dignity, you know.

Their collective bewilderment only deepened as the small ship suddenly moved. They were all flabbergasted on how the ship could move without magic incantations or magi-crystals. They swear on their gods and goddesses that they all saw the humans in the same spot. So how did the humans start the ship? They don't even see any sail on the ship. Without sails or obvious means of propulsion, the ship's movement defied all logic and reason, leaving the Elven sailors grasping for answers.

When they looked at the back of the ship, they saw the waves were being split apart by the boat. They were surprised. After all, only ironclads with enough speed could make that occur, but this small boat could do it in just less than a moment.

Soon after, they felt even more uncomfortable as they could now feel the wind blowing on them, it only means one thing, and that is the boat has now reached a certain speed, where they now could feel the icy breeze of the afternoon day upon their skin.

After a few moments of the boat dashing through the waves, they now have arrived before the metal ship. The Elven sailors were utterly terrified by how preposterously large the ship was as its sheer magnitude dwarfed anything they had ever encountered. It didn't have much engraving on it though, but it has that touch of elegance and one could say that they manufactured it with great care. The Elven sailors could only wonder how long it took and much effort invested for the humans in constructing such a marvel.

A rope ladder was then dropped on the side, to which the Elven sailors didn't know what to do. When the other Elven sailors from the top of the deck looked down below and offered reassuring nods and gestures, the Elven sailors on the small ship were cured of most of their uneasiness.

Summoning his courage, one Elven sailor finally began to climb the swaying ladder. With each cautious step, he placed his boots on the rope ladder and reached for the next rung. But just as he thought he had found his footing, the rope beneath him sank, which startled the Elven sailor and lost his grip.

Before he could fell back, someone stabilized him from behind. He looked back to see who it was, and to his surprise, he saw it was one of the humans.

The Elven sailor was left both grateful embarrassed, but he continued to climb the rope ladder. After which, the other Elven sailors followed suit.

Finally, the young maiden was next, however as she prepared to ascend, she realized she couldn't walk, her feet were apparently injured and rendered her unable to climb. Upon noticing this, a human on the deck above shouted something, prompting a box with a rope attached to landed down on the small ship.

The human gestured for her to sit down, to which she did. When she was firmly seated in the box with a seat, the humans on the top pulled her up in a synchronized manner. As she ascended towards the towering metal ship, the other humans on the small boat moved somewhere behind the ship. The Elven people wanted to look where it would go, however, they feared what might happen to them if they angered their captors.