Letter #16: Battles and Hard Truths

Dear Maria,


Once all of us, this Brixton’s Bunch, had gathered and spent some time enjoying the environment of the forests of Sidha’lach – this Isle of Shadows – we returned to camp. It was roughly four hours past midday and I was trying not to gaze or think much of the Lockhearte Lake. Thankfully my small break from the ever-present waters by the camp had allowed me to relax some, and the fog that engulfed the island also obscured any sight further than say three-and-thirty yards; allowing me to spare myself some of the harsher symptoms of my fear.