Blackwater Islands Rebirthing

war. betrayal. death.

blood curling among the seafoam.

the listener rose from the altar, the skyrock glistening at the center. the fey chamber was cast in a dull golden haze of sunlight and sea-mist. in the silence, the prophet could hear the thrum of life from the world outside.

the waves. the wind. the distant song of birds. everything, as one.

the queen came to her through the water, her sacrifice laid upon the wet sands. nyra stood pale and elegant as the moon, fierce as the lashing white-laced waters. and at her feet... sin itself, languishing. faltering.

red, the listener rumbled, a contemptuous curl to her lips. she thought of merrick, then. the color of temptation. sin. betrayal. you have chosen well, my queen. wolves stained by betrayal and sin could not be trusted.

the unnamed god does not allow the stains of past lives to wash away into the next. we are marked forever. do you know what your white fur tells of you, queen?