“Quickly now!” hissed Temporus, his voice clicking with impatience, “you see, there, the Bridge of Agrust!”
Below them, the sea crashed upon jagged rocks, seething white and dark azure foam. Mareth pause for an instant, following two of the Calvarig’s slender arms. Around her, Icarus Worn, and the others stood at the edge of broken coastline. Beyond them, across the swirling bay, foreign stones bespoke safety.
A scattering of islands spanned the divide. Between each a graceful bridge arches from one island to the next.
“The Emperor’s Road,” stated Worn, a note of relief coloring his usually stoic tone.
“We’re close!” said Icarus with a smile. Mud covered his sweaty face, and the dark circles under his eyes showed only a hint of the exhausted they all felt, but they had made it.
“Father should be waiting at the end of that road!” Icarus cheered, starting forward after Temporus. Other beleaguered crewmen took heart at Icarus’s youthful excitement. She watched as bowed heads and wear limbs livened up, and even join in a quiet cheer.
Mareth wanted to share in her companions excitement, but unease rippled within her mind.
Something’s not right, she thought, looking back at the sea, there’s something . . . wrong.
Beyond her then sea moved, roaring in tandem with her deepening fear.
A shadow moved across the noonday sun, and for a moment the feeling left Mareth, that was until she heard the screams.