Nothing uneventful ever happened in Damon's life. If something was uneventful, it was a sign that something horrible was about to happen.
That was why he finally relaxed only after they had survived the treacherous trial and the strange, almost eldritch horrors inside the Garden of Hunger. After four long days, they finally reached the clear lake.
It should have been easy to get here, but they had been trapped by a boglike creature and forced to flee through a maze of bones. Trial after trial had blocked their path until at last the lake stretched before them.
Its waters were still and almost perfectly clear, reflecting a bleak dark sky. Damon hesitated to even call it a sky. A night sky had some familiarity to it. This one did not. It was stranger, empty in a way that made the lake feel like a mirror into something that should not exist.
He had looked at it before, but now that he focused again, he realized he had missed something.
