aCquaNATUS

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"Expecting me?" I look at the cushion, look at the old hag, and sit down positioning myself so I can see the door. "My name is aCqua Wolfpyre. I am the last survivor and holder of the Wolfpyre family name." I pause to see if the name means anything but it's impossible to read the old hag's expression through all thee wrinkles. "I am in search of a The Scroll of Amil. It is told the one who holds it is able to find The Waterfall in the Ocean..." I pause with a sigh looking out the window. "The Stories says that whoever arrives finds it will be able to reconnect with their lost ones." I look back at her and she doesn't say anything just stares at me or more like into me. Her pearlescent eyes never wavering clouded over but yet you can tell she sees more than others. I cold chill runs over me causing me to shiver as I divert my gaze around the tent. "After the great war a disease ravaged the land causing more destruction than the war. My-my family was struck one by one. I clinch my fist "So I have to find it no matter what the cost..." A tear rolls down my cheek "I have to find it no matter what." I look at the old hag and for a split second as the rays of the sun hit her, she looks younger. Thunder shakes the heavenly planes as the smell of rain suns thru with the wind and the sound of rain falls on the tent.