Amyra stood on the shoreline that lay below a large, tall tower. It was weathered, and looked like it needed love - much like the person held inside of it.
True to his word, Dagon had taken her to the island, but he did not wait around with her. In fact, he hadn't even landed. He merely bid her a farewell, good luck, and did not pause for a reply.
It took an entire night's flight, it had been worth it so she could make it before the sun came up to see if maybe she could coax her way inside.
Her feet sank into the sand as her energy felt zapped. It felt like so much weight had been put on her shoulders both metaphorically, and in this moment; physically. What should have been easy ended up being tough and with each pull upwards of her foot, she felt like maybe she moved a semi-inch.
