Halea sprints across the water away from the palace, the lights of Telegonus looming tall behind her. Her cloak billows behind her and her feet bounce off the evening waves with a PLIP PLIP PLIP. Subtle fog gathers behind her, blocking her passage just barely.

After some time, she skids to a stop, her heels digging into the water's surface with a FSSSSHHH. The glowing bands on her lower legs illuminate her path as she comes to a rest.

She stands before an island, looking up at the palm trees on its summit. But it's no ordinary island...