Evangeline settled in for the night. She prepared a plain dinner of chicken stew that she shared with Echo. After tidying up, the pair headed to bed. Angie brushed her hair and undressed down to her underwear before curling up in her straw-filled bed. Oh, how she wished for a down-filled bed instead would have been much softer than the scratchy, often dry, straw. Echo curled up towards the end of the bed, snuggling into her behind her knees. She stroked him softly as she drifted peacefully off to sleep.
A crack of thunder rocked the isle of Mysthaven, and the heavens themselves opened up. Down and down the rains poured until the island flooded and eventually sank below a tidal wave. The God of the Sea, Serpentus, arose, laughing blissfully as the isle sank. In the centre of the storm, lay Captain John Wright, Angie's father. He looked to his daughter pleading for help before falling unconscious.