thoughts of reason

Jackson Acidic · 10-07-2011, 08:10 PM

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Set on the shores across from Watcher's Wrest / wc:267

The sandy shores along the eastern portion of Anathema’s borders were quickly becoming one of his favorite places. Often he would find himself drifting out to the sea-embracing stretch of lands when he wasn’t busying himself with hunting or any of his duties. He liked the soft sands, the serene sounds of the crashing waves. It was the perfect place to unwind and let his mind drift and clear itself of the day’s troubles. Jackson let his feet carry him out to the shores this cloudy day, the familiar weight of his staff in his hand. As the familiar sound of the water reached his ears, he smiled and picked up his pace, eager to greet the sight of the ocean’s unbroken horizon.

This stretch of beach did not have the clear ocean horizon he was used to, however. Across from the shores on the mainland was a single island standing solemn in the cold waters. It seemed peaceful with its greenery, floating out there in solitude. The peaceful appearance was maintained up until one corner of the island where a tall man-made structure stood up defiantly. Jackson wondered what it was. If he could slip out to the island to investigate, he would. The island’s distance from the shore deterred him, however; it wasn’t so far out that swimming would be out of the question, but the cooling weather meant that the waters would be taking on an unpleasant temperature that he didn’t exactly wish to experience. He furrowed his brow, staring out at the island as if an alternate path across would suddenly present itself.

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