In The World Of Losinanda (Completed)

CHAPTER EIGHT - Eithiel

Eithiel spread her hands. Hell was hot. Was it sandy too? She heard the sound of water waves and opened her eyes for the second time that day in an unknown destination. I am not home.

She closed her eyes again, the sun was bright and blinding above her. She tried to sit up but realized her half of her body had been lightly buried in sand. How long was I here for? Aren't all these detours a bit unnecessary, Filthy rat?

A shadow appeared, looming over her, she looked up and squinted her eyes but still couldn't identify the body that was peering at her. Was it Bern or that strange pirate?

The head of the stranger had completely blocked the sun, turning himself to the darkest shadow ghost.

The stranger moved, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What are you doing here?" retorted Eithiel, brushing the sand from her legs and hands, the sand was all over her hair too.

"I was here first", answered the shadow. She was in no mood to be a coward, she had already met a much scarier group, and didn't plan to submit to one man.

"Light ahead

Shadows within

Will bring you dread

And little butterflies in-between"

repeated Eithiel. "Do you know the answer to this riddle?"

"Is the answer your name?"

"Could be"

Eithiel stood and took off her boots, turning them upside down to shake off the sand. Did I crawl here?

She continued shaking the sand off her clothes, she had chosen a light blue outfit for the harbor not knowing of the proceeding journey. A ridiculous choice, fortunately, through all her falls, her attire appeared unaffected; Zethiel was the best in quality clothes making. The pride gratified her.

The stranger remained stationary, watching her movements, Eithiel decided to regard her guest. Or host, well the shadow.

"Where am I?" she asked, addressing the shadow face to face. He moved to take a better look at her which also granted Eithiel a better view.

The shadow was a man, a very handsome one Eithiel realized. Shadow was more than six feet tall, he wore a pair of nut-brown pants and nothing else, leaving his chest free for an artist's admiration. Shadow had toned muscles in every corner of his magnificent body; his skin had an olive undertone and his eyes the most beautiful green glass she had ever seen. His face was clean shaven but his hair was wildly unkept, a few strands fell to his eyebrows. Another angel.

That brought her back to the present. The last angel ended up being a strange creature, this isn't what I am here for. Beings with plenty in looks had the least in their heads. Stir away from dump ones Eithiel.

"Where am I?" she repeated

"On the shore of an island"

"Who are you?" asked the handsome stranger.

"A girl."

"I can tell!"

"So could I."

Eithiel looked around, the island's shore was met by a dark dense forest. The island wasn't a familiar one she realized to her disadvantage. How am I going to get out of here?

"Are you lost? shadow man inquired.

"Are you?" she replied

"Okay, I think you will be fine by yourself", the man started walking away.