The morning was misty, clear skies and pale water shimmering beneath a heat haze.
Dr Arlan Azhrel leaned over the rail, straining his eyes for a first glimpse of the island.
Wreathing mists began to melt in the sun’s heat, parting veils, revealing the secret verdant island they had been shielding. Azhrel’s heart danced like the gilded light on the water.
Ael Lahi. White Island.
‘I’ve done as you wished, Lai,’ he said softly. ‘I’ve brought them home.’