Please, let him come back to me.

She stood on the shore, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of his ship. She had been waiting for him for three long years, ever since he left with the other warriors to raid the lands across the sea. She had hoped that he would come back with riches and glory, but more than anything, she had hoped that he would come back alive.

But now, as she watched the sun set over the water, she felt a cold dread in her heart. She had heard rumors of a terrible storm that had struck the fleet on their way back, sinking many ships and drowning many men.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and she wiped it away with her hand. She refused to give up on him, to believe that he was gone forever. She clung to the necklace around her neck, feeling its warmth and comfort. She looked at the sky, where the stars were beginning to appear. She made a wish, as she had done every night for three years.

Please, let him come back to me.

Please, let him come back.

Please…