Dawn Island
crackle
BOOM!!
shoosh!
The tempest over Dawn Island never stopped, it was a mystery why it was called “Dawn” in the first place. An island where you can never see the sun rise—named Dawn Island. Who chose that?
Well, they probably didn’t, you can never know exactly who named an island, but based on experience and just a rough guess… That would be You.
Sorry, not You reading this, I meant
BOOM!!
“Argh…” The girl stirred, shoving herself over and staring at the torrential sky, though quickly regretting the action as the wind whipped sleek black hair to her face, already drenched from rainwater, “Where… Who… God, my head hurts…” Roughly sitting up, she stared at the crescent shape of the beach she found herself on, a rowboat a few paces away, looking worse for wear.
“Hun… Hun Kyr-something… Thats my name right? Kyrschiev?” ‘Hun’ stood up, wobbled a bit and looked around for a moment, before starting an aimless walk across the island. Getting beneath the trees stopped some of the harsh wind, but didn’t do much about the rain.
“Who put this thing here?” Not too far from her awakening place, the girl found a stone platform that for some reason had three wooden chests on top, “Huh… There’s even wood poles to get there…”
“A… Knife? I think this one is called a dagger… Pretty rusty. And the other two are empty, save for… Three coins. Seriously, who put this thing here?” Jumping a few rocks over to the other side of this platform, Hun spotted a mountain—more like a slightly taller mound, and started climbing it.
“Should get a better view from up there…”
…
“You’re awake… I thought you’d be out for a few more days.” A boy with black hair had his back turned to Hun, but had heard her approach. He stood over a crummy-looking wooden cross, about knee high.
“Who—I mean, what happened?” She tilted her head and torso slightly, trying to get a better look at the makeshift grave in front of the boy.
“Y-You don’t…! Remember?” He turned to face Hun, she could now see his sunken eyes, staring at her with the cold depth of the sea she had just woken beside. “Sorry… They killed Tucker while we were trying to escape, and we could barely carry his body out with us.”
“Escape…” Hun gripped her temple and staggered forward. Images flashing far too fast to grasp at, “I see… Just, who are you?”
“So you really got memory loss… Morden. That is my name” Morden averted his gaze for a second, before steeling himself and looking back at Hun, “We were being held captive in some isolated place, and they performed magic experiments on us. We saw people die day and night, and they were especially rough with you… but I guess you don’t remember that.”
“I’m… Sorry.” She blurted out without thinking much, looking down while trying to recall things that seemed to have been put through too many distortion filters.
“It’s not your fault… we did everything we could,” Morden attempted a comforting smile, though his own gaze denied much warmth “I’m grateful to be able of give Tucker a proper funeral.” He once more turned to the grave
“We’re free now. You remember how to use magic, right? As long as we meet good people, our future won’t be too grim.” Morden made an example by waving his hand over his head, a bright yellow circle of intricate patterns glowing with a four-pointed star in the middle, “You can take one of the rowboats, maybe go to Redwake, straight from up here. I’ll go too, once I finish thinking things over here.”
“Okay… We’ll meet again right, Morden?” Despite not knowing why, Hun had a hopeful look in her face,
“Yes. I’m sure of it.” Morden nodded, looking back at Hun over his shoulder.
“Then… I’ll see you.” She waved at him and began descending forward, finding there to already be a rowboat at beach, “I hope the storm doesn’t extend too far… Not sure this little thing can handle rough waters too much longer.”
And so she departed, unconsciously rubbing at the pendant on her neck.