People really have nothing better to do, huh?
That was the only thought circling Alden's mind as he took in the scale of the island.
It had been a few hours since he had arrived.
After quietly slipping away from his friends, he wandered off, looking for a quiet space.
A moment to breathe without eyes on him.
Now he understood why this place was considered neutral territory.
The island wasn't on the ground.
It floated. Suspended in the sky, untethered and impossible, it drifted above the world like something ancient pretending not to be a god.
Alden stood near the edge of the island, where a vast circular wall curved around its perimeter. From here, he could see nothing beneath but open sky and soft, slow-moving clouds.
And within the clouds a white bird flew peacefully.
This was a secluded spot within the island… only allowed for guards.
