The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

Too Old For This Shhh

    The island looked to be around three or four times the size of Lopar. It had just appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

"There shouldn't be an island here, it's meant to be open water between Eracinda and Nuplax." Quentin protested, he took out his intelphone. "Great, of course it doesn't work here."

He shoved it back in his bag and they continued staring up at the island in front of them.

     How could there be another mass of land that nobody knew about? Florence wanted to put it all down to magik but it seemed too large for someone to hide; and they definitely hadn't seen it moments before.

"Do you think this is where the clue wants us to go?" Skyrah asked in a small voice next to Florence.

"Yes, I do and that's what worries me."

    There was no telling what might be waiting for them. This was the literal definition of uncharted territory, they had no idea what to expect. Quentin shut off the engine and they rocked in the water for several minutes; it had all been leading to this, and yet none of them wanted to make that first move.

Suddenly, the cats growled and snarled over the side of the boat.

    They all turned to see what had upset the cats, the rising sun behind them was glinting on the surface of the water. It was almost blinding, but it didn't stop them catching movements on the surface that had nothing to do with the waves.

"What's that?" Skyrah asked, she was pointing to three more disturbances in the water.

Florence saw five more, her heart skipped a beat when she realised what they were.

     "Quentin, take us ashore, now." She tried to keep the panic from her voice but he definitely picked up on it.

He started the engine, heading straight for a bay just to their left.

"Why, what did you see?"

"Sylld," was all Florence could say.

     She couldn't focus, her thoughts were racing ten to the dozen. She hadn't seen the Sylld since the bridge incident back in Linhollow, she thought she'd seen the last of them. They'd been scared off by the cats, but one look at the tentacles coming out of the water told her there were many more than the cats could handle this time. How could they have known she was here of all places?

     She didn't have time to ponder that question however, they were coming up on the land.

"As soon as you get the chance, run. Get as far inland as you can. If we get separated, we'll meet at the base of that big mountain just there."

Florence spoke quietly, pointing towards the tallest mountain they could see.

    "How about we just don't get separated?" Quentin suggested with a raised brow.

"It's good to have a back up plan. Right, ready?"

They nodded, ditching the furs on the deck and grabbing their bags. The cats were poised, ready to go as soon as they were.

     Florence made sure they had everything they needed and the moment the boat bumped against the sea floor, they jumped over the side. They could hear hissing behind them, which certainly didn't belong to the cats, who were leading the way once again. They rushed and splashed through the shallow water, heading up the sandy shore and away from the danger of the Sylld. Florence got the impression they weren't fond of dry land; she hoped they could get far enough in that the Sylld wouldn't continue their pursuit.