Human Realm:
The sea struck endlessly against the hull of the enormous vessel, rising and falling beneath layers of grey water that seemed to stretch forever.
The Human Realm possessed none of the impossible beauty that existed beyond its borders.
Instead, it possessed weight.
The ship groaned beneath timber older than most kingdoms. Its sails cracked violently each time the wind changed.
Everything here obeyed gravity, and everything eventually rotted.
Mabel hated it.
She stood beside the narrow cabin window, watching endless water roll beneath the ship.
Ships. That was what King Fitzgerald had called them. The concept itself still felt ridiculous.
Why willingly spend so long trapped upon moving wood when portals existed?
Humans truly made life difficult for themselves. Behind her, maps covered nearly every wall of the cabin.
Some had faded with age while thers had fresh ink marking ports, coastlines, and kingdoms she'd never heard of.
England.
