The ocean was cursed. Watery sirens lurked, and a horde of them swam toward a dark, tropical island. The ocean water glistened in the moonlight, giving it a mysterious feel.
The sirens crept closer to the island, but were unaware that somebody on it was ready for their arrival.
Two shadowy figures of a horse and a boy stood on the beach, and they watched the incoming beasts together.
The boy, whose long sideburns blew in the wind, drew a sword from his back and narrowed his eyes. He gave his horse a pat on the rump as a gesture for her to move out of the way. As soon as he ensured she was safe, he attacked the sirens at the same time.
The boy slashed them with his sword and rolled out of the way when four more flew toward him from each direction. They ended up crashing into one another and falling onto the sand.
With his sword still drawn, the boy sprinted down the beach and whistled for his horse.
She leaped out of the jungle and cantered toward him.
Two more watery sirens appeared beside the boy, but he slashed them before they dragged him into the ocean.
His horse soon cantered beside him and gestured for him to jump on.
Her rider put his sword up and grabbed her reins. He leaped onto her back and kicked her sides. "Go! Go! Go!" he yelled in a Scottish accent.
His horse jumped into a gallop and leaped into the jungle again. They left nothing but the sirens' remains behind.
The boy and his horse galloped through the dark jungle, ducking under tree branches.
The boy leaned forward in a two-point position and leaped over a log. He checked behind him to ensure the sirens weren't following, but quickly looked ahead again.
His horse, unfortunately, tripped over a tree root, and she and her rider fell, but without screams. They landed under an open gap in the jungle's treetops.
The moon's rays showered on them, revealing their characteristics. The horse was a beautiful Palomino, and her rider was a handsome, bright-eyed young man who looked to be around eighteen. He wore a medieval-style tunic, a khaki shirt, gray pants, and brown shoes. On his back were a sword case and a shield.
The young man pushed himself up and crawled to his horse. "Are ya all right?" he asked her.
His horse nodded and stood. She shook out her body and quickly turned toward the dark jungle.
Her rider, now covered in dirt, rested his palm on her side. "Don't worry. I think we're safe now." He stood as well and prepared to mount her again.
Before he could, though, a bright, purple light appeared before him, and the boy's jaw dropped. "Master." He held his arms out to his sides and stepped back.
From the light, a female voice spoke. "Go, my young apprentice. You must start your journey for the two fairies. They are the fairy and human worlds' only hope for survival against the Octopus Man—the only ones who can prevent a calamity."
"I understand," the boy replied. "All this training for the past month... It is time to put it into action, Master. Special Spells will help the two fairies win their battle."
"And remember," continued the voice, "your sister and I will be with you during your entire mission. You are not alone. Now go."
Bobbing his head, her apprentice jumped onto his horse again and gave her another kick.
He rode her to the tip of the island's longest beach, where his Fiji-like house was, as well as a volleyball court and a few beach chairs. Dismounting her, the young man hurried inside his home and grabbed a bag. He dropped to his knees, opened it, and collected some food and water. He put them in the bag, along with a few weapons. He replaced the sword in his sword case that he used to fight the sirens with another sword, a crusader.
When the young man zipped up his bag, he looked up, and his bright eyes landed on his master standing in the front doorway. She only appeared as a sparkling, purple figure because she wasn't there with him, but he could still make out her eyes and touch her.
Her apprentice threw the strap of his bag over his shoulder and approached her. They shared a goodbye hug, and the young man grasped his master's hands.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She watched as the boy hopped onto the beach and hugged his horse goodbye.
She rubbed her forehead on his side and closed her eyes.
After exchanging goodbye hugs, the boy approached the island's tip. As soon as he did, he drew his new sword and pointed it at the moon. Its blade glowed, and green magic outlined him.
The boy's feet lifted off the ground, and it wasn't long until he floated in midair, staring at the horizon. This was it. The mission would decide whether or not the human and fairy worlds would fall.
Turning his head, the young man waved to his master and horse, and they waved back—his master with her hand, and his horse with her mane.
Then just like that, the boy shot forward and vanished into the black night.