Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

It was painful to remember. Rosalyn would have liked nothing more than to have been there for her, during that time, but she'd chosen to leave them instead. A million what-ifs had already plagued her since.

But none would bring her back.

If it is her, she should know better. Rosalyn said, a light heat masking the discomfort she herself felt. Ghosts were not a thing she liked and, as much as she yearned for a glimpse of Raleska once more, she also dreaded it. Was it not she who'd failed her?

Danger without a name. What if, by running, we bring it? At least here we are protected. She glanced at the cliffs, then her shoulders sagged some. I don't like it. But there's nowhere else.

This was their home. Not even this warning could change that.