Shaman Adrienne of the Isle

The waves lightly crashed against the rocks, sending a soft salty mist into the air. Adrienne sat calmly next to Kattu, holding a long rod, waiting for a bite. It was the life she had desired since leaving the old home in the valley – a peaceful, calm existence with routine and great company. Her desire to be near water was something not understood by the rest of her family, and she though that was what had caused the rift. Either way, she was here now, and was happy, even though there was still a scar deep inside from that fateful night. Her mind wandered, as it usually did in these peaceful moments to her conversation with Gunter the Wise earlier. Gunter was a short, stout man who many on...View all