It's our fokken island now.

Walking along the shore with Azoula, they were locked in conversation- she was updating on his family’s conditions, and any important events that transpired in his absence. Unsurprisingly, things seemed to be the same, which satisfied him. He was about ready to dismiss her, but her attention shifted elsewhere- falling on the crimson frame of Aresenn, who was sauntering along the shore. Then, he went inside the ocean, which was rougher than in previous days. Did he have a death wish? Motioning for Azoula to follow, he heeded the man's call. “You crazy or what?” He’d say, genuinely curious as to what Aresenn wanted to achieve by navigating the treacherous waters. Couldn’t he wait until the tides died down?

Following after Aresenn, Rhazien plunged into the frigid water. “Fuck, this is colder than a few days ago.” He says, musing of his journey to the island with Medulla. But surely, Aresenn had a plan right? Or was he just an adrenaline junkie?



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