The sky above the island was covered by dark clouds; the weather was changing.
On the cliff of a high mountain.
On the gray sundial, there were three translucent entrances that could disappear anytime.
*PA*
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the edge of one of the entrances.
Two people jumped out of the tunnel together.
The one standing in the front was a young man with brown hair. That hair was wet from sweat and stuck to his forehead. The young man had a pair of sharp blue eye and a gray robe that looked a bit too large for his size.
A lady wearing a white robe followed after the young man. Her long black hair trailed down to her shoulders, and there were several scars on her pretty face.
Angele and Isabel finally left the tunnel after running like crazy for several minutes.
"Don’t stop! Our boat should be safe, I left several people there guarding it. We need to leave the island!" Isabell yelled. She looked anxious as she rushed to the stairs that led to the foot of the mountain.
