FALLEN PROMISE

As the sun cast its golden hues upon the coastal town of Eldoria, Victoria stood on the shoreline, her face illuminated by a serene smile. Nestor, her beloved, prepared to embark on his daily fishing expedition, a routine that bound him to the vast expanse of the sea.

Nestor, with a weathered yet content expression, adjusted the brim of his hat and secured the net over his shoulder. Victoria, her eyes reflecting both love and a touch of sadness, walked alongside him, tracing the sandy path to the waiting boat.

"Take care, my love. May the sea bless you with abundance today,” he told him smiling with so much affection on her lovely face.

Nestor replied to her grinning. "You worry too much, Victoria. The sea has always been kind to me,” he told her planting a soft and warm kiss on her cherry lips.

As they reached the edge of the water, Nestor's boat gently rocked with the rhythm of the tide. He kissed Victoria's forehead, a gesture that spoke volumes of the unspoken bond they shared.

"I'll be back before sundown. You'll see,” Nestor told Victoria with assurance in his gentle voice.

Victoria nodded and waved at him. Not long until she started whispering an incantation. "May the sea guide your path, and may the waves embrace you with safety."

Victoria, with a grace that mirrored the ebb and flow of the waves, raised both hands in a silent prayer. Her lips moved in a rhythmic dance of words—a melody meant for the sea alone.

Nestor smiles as he stares at Victoria with love.

"Thank you, Victoria. I'll bring you the best catch today."

As Nestor set sail into the cerulean expanse, Victoria stood on the shore, her eyes following the boat until it became a mere speck on the horizon. The town, awakening to the gentle caress of the morning sun, seemed to join Victoria in her silent communion with the sea.

In the heart of Eldoria, where the murmur of the sea blended with the hum of daily life, Victoria returned to the routines that tethered her to the town. As the market square bustled with activity, she moved through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and sharing smiles.

The townsfolk, accustomed to Victoria's enigmatic presence, observed her with a mix of curiosity and reverence. Whispers of her nightly rituals, a dance with the sea beneath the moon's watchful gaze, circulated like a secret melody among the tight-knit community.

Victoria's actions, steeped in a mystical rhythm, became an integral part of Eldoria's daily tapestry. And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, painting the town in a warm embrace, the echoes of her silent prayers lingered—an unspoken dialogue between a sorceress and the boundless depths that cradled Eldoria in their watery embrace.

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"If there's something we're all eagerly anticipating here, it's the day you and Nestor tie the knot, Victoria," declared Sinang, a slender and morena woman known for her straightforwardness and wit.