Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

Visala was beginning to believe that nobody was coming for her. She had spent days calling and waiting, waiting and calling with no response. Now she was met with a river, and left on her own she could go no further. There was no way of knowing how deep it was, how fast the current was, what was on the other side.

So she was made to wait once more.

Sat down on pale legs, the small woman lifted her head howled. Should she truly be a prophet, should her parents have been truthful, surely her god would not leave her to die. Then again, that seed of doubt was beginning to bloom. Maybe that man who guided her to the coast had been right.

Maybe she was cursed to die.