[HAWI]
The skies grew dark as over fifty portals were created on the shores of a land no one knew yet. They were precise, each with coordinates that would determine how successful the rescue mission could be.
Hawi looked at her mate and her protector, the two other souls who were left on the shores of the waters. They looked ready to cross over to see for themselves what the fuss was about on the islands without a name.
It was really crazy what everyone was willing to do for the sacred island, not to mention the temple, but then as the portals the other protectors created got too close, the three knew that they had to make a way for this to work for them.
It wouldn't be easy, but then it wasn't like they were asking for the skies to open up and give them any sign of hope right? They were already past all the traces of hope and were on the battlefield, the one place that shit would either go so right or so wrong.
