Fouad Belabiadh

The Whispering Isle

In the heart of the Sapphire Sea, there was an island no map ever showed, and no sailor dared to speak of. Its name, Eryndor, was whispered only in the dead of night, when the wind howled like the cry of a long-lost friend. Those who had sailed too close swore they heard strange noises carried across the waves, faint voices calling out in a language no one could understand, just before their ships were swallowed by the fog.