The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

a gull strafed close by. arcturus watched the docking of its wings and the sharpness of its turn as maia spoke.

now, all they needed was an enemy. some tension sprinkled into the narrative to craft a compelling story.

arcturus knew a thing or two about enemies. the worse ones always came from within, where you never expected them.

"is this a good versus evil story, or maybe a story about how the way things are?" that would shape his answer. they could always draw from real life inspiration, or, if it was as mythical is it seemed, perhaps create a whole new species of terror in which to rule and rein in their imaginary world.