The altar

The brothers left their bed chambers early that morning, and followed a winding path that led them to a cliffside in The Polar Sound.

It was the perfect place to set up an altar- at the sharp drop-off, pine trees bent towards the vastness of the open sea. The clearing was filled with the rhythmic roar of waves crashing against the rocks below- the ocean’s raw, unpredictable power dominating the space. And beyond that, was an endless stretch of sky- they could use the dusk or dawn lighting to aid in their rituals, and follow celestial patterns in the nighttime.

When they arrived, dawn started to break, bathing the cliffside in a dim glow. The ocean below was dark, brooding, and hungry- trying to coax the brothers into its depths.

Zagan stood at the edge, peering down into the ocean- enthralled by the immensity of its untamed power.

"Zagan Saxe"