Aramendil, not Arato.
The Chronicles of Asiliam: Eve of the Mystic
The storm did not let up one inkling. The ship rocked sickeningly back and forth as the waves pounded the sides thereof. Elendrei had to hold her breath a few times to keep from vomitting, as she was not used to such bombardment. She looked out over the roiling sea and wondered if she would ever get home.
Then it happened: a terrifying scraping sound could be heard. Elendrei became very alert now. They had hit a deadly reef, and were going to be stuck there. She panicked for a moment, but then as quickly gained her composure. She was the princess of the most powerful kingdom in the world of Aea. She would not let a storm or a reef stop her from getting home to Asiliam. Trained as she was by her father and mother, Elendar and Ilaina, she bound her spirit to the earth's spirit and used the vast energy to do two things: to give the earth peace, thus stopping the storm, and then lifting the ship free of the reef on a huge wave that gently lowered the vessel after it was past the reef. They were headed in straight moonlight to home once again.
Elendrei was tall, though not so much as her father. Her features were wonderously beautiful, turning the heads of even the gruffest of men. Her hair was long and silver, and her eyes opalescent. She had no flaw to her, except maybe her young age. At 40 years of the sun, she was still considered an infant by many of her race. But like her parents, she was kind to the other races, and most looked up to her.
After another three hours, the shore became visible now: a place of lights and music. She smiled to herself, knowing she had made it through such an epic storm. Her parents would be proud. She awaited her guards to escort her off the ship once it docked.