Someone Else's Kingdom, BOOK II - Scene XCV

The Taps of the North spilled forth. The huge waterfall, mountainous in size, burst violently beyond its customary flow. The huge rocks of its frame crumbling under the gushing water to the dark, tea-coloured sea. The currents, bilging and heaving with the added volume. The world ocean throwing itself onto land like a huge seal. Weighty and unthinking. Pressing the earth with its heavy arrival.

From Brynnyfirdia to Tunida, from the southern tip of Caster to the swampy north, billowing floods invaded fields and beach and jungle. Woodlands and scrubby wastelands. The stony creeks and marshy beds. Even unto the feet of rocky mountains and the sea green hills. As men waged war and mothers milked their babes, the tumult of a wider nature interrupted. In the Eastern Kingdom, Lake Fryjia finally weaved a path to meet the sea, whilst the milky meadows to the east, in the Maiden Lands, found themselves submerged under the slumbering deep. The fishy waters; the squids and shells and tangled seaweeds, all dragged upon the submerged shore. The starfish mirroring the wonderous night; the icy starlight, the snowy mountain peaks piercing the blackest sky. Prince Reach pressed his men further still, though many turned and hid with disquiet.

Meanwhile, far, far south, in the Tunidan seas, a dainty ship, with wooden mast, carrying virgin captives, sailed towards the Tunidan channel. A precious epistle, a vessel of vessels. Fresh as unripened fruit and as innocent as lambs. To find safety beyond the cursed wet earth. That it might re-flower when the storm had passed..