The Seer
Written by Syd W.
Illustrated by Dan C.



It had been three years since it happened.

She stood on the cliff, in a different state of mind, reflecting on the entire event. Her eyes—a frightening shade of light blue—were glazed over, her pupils dilated despite the small amount of sunrise light. She saw nothing at all. The slight breeze transformed into a strong wind, blowing her silvery blonde hair and ragged clothes to the side, pressed against the left side of her body.

But still she stared at nothing, as if searching for the air that surrounded her.

For countless more minutes, she did not move a muscle. Then, all of a sudden, she moved her gaze directly to the sun without a blink. The wind picked up further velocity and nearly blew her frail body down.

“They arrive,” whispered she.

And indeed they were—as the words escaped her lips, an enormous ship appeared on the horizon, coming into clearer view as it departed from the light fog. Because of the distance she could not see much detail of the ship, but images formed behind her eyes, in the front of her mind, of the bow and stern. She knew it had the figure of an Ocean Nymph on the front, and that small bit told her enough to know that one certain person was on the vessel.



Ha, she cackled in her mind. They believe she will guide them, save them. What do they know? They are merely… “mortals,” she spat, narrowing her eyes. Another image came to her and she muttered under her breath, “Bah! The fog will block their sight of the port.”

It was then that she turned and strode back toward the dense forest. If she walked at a quick pace, she might be able to arrive at her roughly-built bungalow by the time the sun reached the middle of the sky.

Miles away, the fog suddenly spread and wrapped itself around the ship, obstructing everyone’s view of the port.

Just as she had predicted. Of course it had happened. She was, after all, Atlynaia. Better known as the Fearsome Seer.