The world around Nala was a nightmare.
Wind whipped at her hair, the salt from the crashing waves stinging her eyes as she blinked through the thick, suffocating mist.
She was currently standing on a jagged rock jutting up from the middle of a furious, dark ocean.
The sky above was nothing but swirling gray, thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance, lightning crackling like fractured glass across the clouds.
Her heart pounded and her tail flicked wildly behind her, slick with seawater. She spun in every direction, trying to make sense of where she was—but there was nothing.
Nothing but endless, roiling water and the suffocating sense of being completely, utterly alone.
"Wh–Where am I?" She breathed, her voice trembling as she looked around. "Where...Where are the rest of the villagers?"
She tried to peer through the fog, but it was so thick she could barely see past her own outstretched hand.
Every direction looked the same, water, mist, and more water.
