Mur's Shores (1)

Two days of tense flight finally brought Erik and the clone within sight of Mur's coastline. Their small bodies made the journey painfully slow, but their modest size had proven more than crucial for survival.

The journey had been a constant nightmare. Countless times, they'd nearly been found by the terrors that patrolled these waters, both in the sky and in the churning sea below. 

The sea thaids breached the surface below them, while flying thaids soared overhead, leaving no safe place in any part of this cursed sea.

No matter which direction Erik or the clone looked, danger was present, and if it wasn't, there were great chances it could come at a moment's notice. 

The only positive thing was that, knowing that even a moment's distraction could prove fatal, both of them kept vigilant and started to understand the thaids' hunting patterns and flying paths, which were becoming more predictable, but that made them no less lethal.