Morpheus swung the ores of the small boat as they approached the shores of the Elder's Island. In the small boat, Aramis, Magnus, and the lady Belatrix sat.
Aramis looked up occasionally at Morpheus. Morpheus was wearing a black cloak which made him looking like the angel of death he was suppose to be. They entered a field of fog which surrounded the island. The above sunlight gave the setting a beautiful haze.
Aramis looked back at the pirate ship upon which they came. It was too bad the pirates were afraid to come right up to the shore, but when you don't get a good education, anything you don't understand can scare you.
The fog thickened and you couldn't tell what was before or behind you.
Aramis was startled out of his thoughts as the fog suddenly disappeared. They were just a few feet away from the shore. He looked back at the fog. It was like a wall behind them. Aramis was in awe at the beauty of it.
Morpheus says, "It's a kinda magic."
Aramis smiled.
The boat touched the shore and the passengers began to get out. Before them lied a small expance of forest. Once they had their weapons and supplies together they get on their way.
As they walked through the forest, Aramis was overwhelmed with a sence of well being.
Suddenly a little child drops down from the trees. He is about 7 years old, blond haired and baby faced. He has no shirt on and is wearing a green dress with images of the sun all over it. Morpheus is startled and makes a freightening face at the child. A little black kitten runs down the tree next to them. The child picks up the frail cat and runs off toward the distant city laughing.
"What was that?" Aramis asked. "And why did you scare that child?"
"That was no child," Morpheus replied. "That's an entity called Pocky. It's over five hundred years old. It's a part of the elder whom chose to create itself as a brat child. The Elder loves him so they let him keep that form."
The warrior Belatrix laughed. "He was a cute little thing."
Aramis smiled. He liked how a woman could be gentle yet strong.
