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There is a legend told by towns near the sea; The Lone Sea Dancer. A mysterious figure that dances in the middle of the sea to alert the towns of an upcoming disaster. They are covered with a great number of various valuable pearls and jewels but the things that make them stand out are the gold mask that covers the top half of their face, and the jagged scar that runs from their neck to their hip.
The identity of the dancer has been unknown for years, so people often make stories and plays about the sea dancer and their unknown past. People had tried to get close to the Sea Dancer, but all who tried had always ended in disaster. The only people allowed to get the closest to the dancer are the “Wind Whispers”, the people who translate the dances and even they can’t get closer than 20 feet to the dancer.
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The wind marks the dancer's arrival with a beautiful tune.
People from the towns rush to see the dancers perform, pushing and throwing each other, only making room to let the Wind Whispers through.
The wind guiding people to the shore contrasts with the ocean's aggressive waves seemingly trying to drag people to the bottom. Only when the Lone Sea Dancer appears does the sea calm.
The crowd becomes silent as she begins her dance.
The jewels on her body clash as they take out their fan, the wind stills, and the water clams. A tune began to sound as the dance began, and their body started to move unnaturally and rapidly.
Mid-dance the dancer stared at the audience, unmoving.
An eerie feeling rusted through the audience. People held their breath as they waited for the dancer to move, hoping it was only a part of the dance. And they waited.
10..20..30 seconds of unmoving silence, no one dared to move or speak, until someone did.
“When is this crazy bitch going to move!”A man yelled, clearly drunk.
The crowd let out a gasp, staring at the man like he was insane as he started limping to the water.
In a matter of seconds, screams were heard from the man, getting pulled into the ocean. As if he had no control over his body and its movements, forced into this terrifying dance. The wind and sea made his body move the same rabid movements as the Lone Sea dancer. After the man was forcefully pulled under the dark water the crowd glanced at the dancer, fear in their eyes.
The wind abruptly begins to surround the dancer as the dancer begins to move frantically. Their hands let the fan fall to the ground as the dancer starts to grip their mask. Clawing at their face and screaming in what seems to be pain. The water pulled at the dancers as they tried to rip the mask off.
Soon the wind and water settled as a gold mask was shot flying in the air. The crowd watched as the wind carried it to a woman at the back. The mask was covered in the dancer's blood while the woman stared frozen in fear.
The Lone Sea Dancer’s face had been revealed.