Lotharad Keelspite looked out across the open waters at the darkness that swallowed his vision. He understood that his home, the great beast Neolotl, loomed behind him, dominating the landscape – was the landscape – but nevertheless… this… this was something else.
The darkness pulled at his mind. And so Lotharad started closer to the island. The darkness seemed to be leaking from the small isle itself. The short cliffs that normally gave Lotharad a healthy helping of river fish and muscles now hovered threateningly, as if he was a stranger, and an unwelcome one at that. The waves that slowly ate away at the cliffs sung to him, urging him closer until the shadow was all about him. Now, as if a veil had settled over his eyes, or maybe his mind, the world dimmed. The water stilled. The ever-present sounds of Ghur, tooth, claw, roar, and slither disappeared into nothingness.
Pure, complete, silence. Pure darkness. And those eyes. Of course the eyes as well, how could he have forgotten those? Those same eyes that had always been there, always haunted his life. His life of complete darkness, silence, and eyes.
The eyes and that beautiful… golden…. thr-
