Blackwater Islands Don’t you want some more

the speaker, restless even after hours of feverish work, is drawn further than she’d ever been. to one of the lone islands. a dark blot from where the druids roam, a treacherous wall of rocky teeth up close.

she stares up at it. nearly decides that this was as far as she would go. but from the corner of her eye she spots a bulky figure. he is almost as dark as the mountain he climbs. she’s never seen him before, she thinks.

curiosity gripped her. she followed the path he took. slowly weaving and dipping through the treacherous slope.

and finally she reached the top, where the figure — a boy — sat. his crimson eyes fell into the gaping maw of the earth itself.

isn’t it marvelous. her cool, even tone does not match her own fascination.