Chapter 6

One remained.

He was still sitting in the shade of a massive willow tree, it’s curtain of branches concealing him from sight, when the storm finally blew in. He’d sensed it coming, felt the building electricity in the air, caught the scent of the rain. He’d entertained the idea of swimming out and jostling the boat to roust it’s occupant, but he lingered undercover.

Their earnings echoed all around him. He was new to these parts, simply taking a vacation to get away from the tourists that hounded his own lake back home. And there was a dash of curiosity, having heard tales about those like him.

Kona Lake and its surrounding words were a safe haven for beings like him.

At least, it used to be.