Cerulean Cape drowned dog

When the sun came rising over the ocean once more, a figure pulled himself from the water with a clear determination and the gait of one who had his mind lingering elsewhere. Kekoa was soaked to the bone, and yet he had no knowledge of when or how he entered the water; logically he could not have been in the ocean for long, but to Kekoa he thought he could have been in the water for days. His mind was scrambled, the herbs basking it in their skewed light. For days, weeks, months, he had been haunted by images of Kaisaan, the brother he loved, the brother he watched die, but even if the mushrooms could show his brother to him, they could not send him a solution.

Standing upon the shore with his lungs panting and gasping for air, the world in front of him felt strangely empty for the first time in what felt like years. It gave him time to think. He could still remember his last vision; the girl with those horrible empty eyes, the children he was meant to have. He still found her haunting his dreams, the corpse that he saw at the end each time evolving to show Kekoa himself, eyes missing and fur ripped from skin. To him this seemed that it was destiny, but it was not a fate he found desirable. It had to be changed, but for that to come he had to know more. Who was responsible? He needed to find that strange girl again, but where?

Lifting his head to look out over the sands, he thought he must be here for a reason. She was no vision, not a demon crawling out from the depths of his mind. Someone had seen her, and fate would bring them to Kekoa with cruel hands caressing their throat.