Aether ran a hand through his wet hair, taking the pin out, as he shook his head.
The rain was pouring heavily in this place. Thunder kept striking the earth, as if a god had cursed this place. Putting the pin back in, Aether sighed. 'This is it?'
Aether narrowed his eyes.
Far beyond the rain, standing at the edge of the broken coastline, the lighthouse rose from the darkness. At first glance, he could see clearly that it had a very intimidating presence, one worthy of being a pathway to the world of the King of this story.
A thin path of black stone connected it to the land beneath his feet. It was barely wide enough for a single person to walk across, and every few seconds the sea swallowed it completely. 'And I'm supposed to cross this? What were they even thinking when they made it? How did they even make it?' Well, he doubted it was even made for people to cross; its intention was probably only to be some sort of false hope for the people who had reached this place.
