The Legend of Samyam 🌊

Welcome to my blog! I’m a storyteller, and this story is inspired by one of my dreams, with a touch of creativity, science, suspense, and a hint of romance. Join me as we dive into a world where the lines between imagination and reality blur.

Chapter:1 

The past whispers and the future listens....

It was a pleasant summer in the mystical island of Samyam.

Now endangered and forgotten, Samyam once stood proudly as a beacon of rare heritage. The islanders thrived by trading their precious gemstones across the world, sailing their majestic ships known as Samruths — ancient cruise-like vessels, revered not merely as transportation, but as divine creations.

In this enchanting land, buildings and temples were crafted by highly advanced beings, with gemstones infused into their very walls to symbolize the soul of Samyam. The temples, carved with needle-like precision, gleamed under the sun. Every intricate eye, every delicate curve, was brought to life with shimmering stones, creating a blissful feast for the eyes.

Among the temples stood the grand shrine of Lord Shanmuga, sculpted entirely from sapphire, with his two wives and peacock adorned in glistening emeralds.

The people of Samyam honored bravery above all. Each year, they held the traditional game of Muthul — a perilous contest where individuals would dive deep into the treacherous ocean to collect pearls. The champion, the one who gathered the black pearl,the rarest pearl, would be granted any wish: riches, respect, even marriage to a Samyakanni, the women of Samyam.

Yet despite seventy tournaments, no man had yet dared win the heart of the brave princess, Samya.

Samyam was unlike any empire. It was ruled by women, while men managed administrative duties. After the disappearance of the great Queen Samuthirai, her eldest daughter, the strong-willed Samritha, rose as queen. The burden of leadership weighed heavily on her, especially the trauma of her first sister, Samirai, who had been swallowed by a great wave, haunted her day and night.

Samya, the youngest daughter, possessed powers unlike any other. With her striking amber eyes and her mystical gift to control the waves. She and sisters were revered as  living goddessess. The three Samyakannis — Samritha, Samirai, and Samya — were immortalized as sacred protectors of the island. The people of Samyam believes that Samirai is still living and protecting them.

Far away, two thousand kilometers across the vast sea, stood another island: Santhyam.
Though once sharing blood and heritage with Samyam, Santhyam had become a bitter rival. While Samyam treasured gemstones, Santhyam thrived on gold and wood.

The rift began when Samritha was forced to slay Santhyam’s prince, Samaran, after he dishonored women in Samyam. Though justified, this act shattered the mind of Queen Santhya of Santhyam, who loved Samaran deeply.

Blinded by grief and rage, Santhya vowed to destroy Samritha and the entire island of Samyam — setting into motion a storm that would threaten to drown two ancient legacies forever.

Next part coming soon!!..

by-𓆩D𓆪