To the northeast of Edinburgh stretches a roughly one-mile-long land bridge connecting to a small island spanning roughly 7.7 hectares *828,821 square feet, 77k Square meters*
In old Galic, this island was once named Eliean Chair Amain, but in modern times, it is known as Cramond Island. Stories tell of its strategic importance throughout history, and the place has seen its fair share of bloodshed and battles.
Some scholars even believe it held significant importance to prehistoric Scottish sects of people who lived around the coast since there is at the very least one stone burial site, indicating the presence of humanity…or so we thought until after the descent of Arkadia.
In fact, Eliean Chair Amain was a name I knew quite well, as it was a well-known Fae gathering place where they would come to honor their dead during the fall solstice.
More importantly, it wasn’t my first time stepping foot on this island, as I had been here during one such Solstice in an attempt to increase my Racial classification…yeah, I murdered a bunch of those fairy bastards.
With their stupid glittering wings and cantrip magicks, ugh, the fuckers absolutely disgusted me when I showed up to what could only be described as a giant fuck fest orgie.
The Fae are an androgynous race who could be any gender, IE, they are genderfluid, and I saw all manner of traumatic shit leading me to eradicate the entire Fae population of northern Scottland during that Solstice.
COUGH, but that’s another story for another time.
With my eyes locked onto the young man known by the codename Overwatch Low’s back, we ran across the landbridge leading to the island as the ocean slammed up against the rocky terrain, bathing me in seawater.
There was a large storm brewing off the coast, and frankly, if I were a normal basic human, I would have had no business being out here in the middle of what I assumed to be a miniature hurricane.
But as I ran along the land bridge, drawing ever closer to the island, I noticed particles radiating off Overwatch Low’s body. This indicated that he was the reason this storm was getting worse, and my eyes glistened with excitement.
’Weathermancer, a very rare yet situational Talent, not only can he control thunderstorms, hurricanes, and the like, but he can basically control anything from blizzards and snow storms to most naturally occurring weather conditions.’ I thought as I allowed my hood to fall, revealing my short blond hair.
’While this storm may have been just a typical thunderstorm before our arrival, he is kicking up the winds and adding rotation to it, transforming it into a small-scale hurricane.’ Inhaling through my nose and wearing a twisted smile under my mask, I didn’t miss the sight of Overwatch Low downing one potion after another before tossing the glass vials into the ocean along the way.
’He’s burning a lot of particles to wrestle control from nature, but still, hmm…’ Just as I had that thought, a strong gust of wind slammed into my small frame, pushing me toward the edge of the land bridge and dangerously close to the churning black water 50 feet below.
’Oh ho ho, that was dangerous,’ I joked while spinning around and regaining my footing before heading back to the center of the land bridge and continuing the chase.
’Gotta be more careful. That gust should have been upwards of 80 miles per hour, and based on what I can see out in the open water, there should be gusts of up to 120 miles per hour or more…heh; imagine throwing a Category 3 hurricane at someone. I gotta give it to him, though; that damn guy is ballsy, especially since he, too, has to fight in these conditions.’
Glancing up at the sky, although the sun had gone down and the moon revealed itself, the clouds were visibly churning, something I had seen hundreds of times growing up in Florida.
I was no stranger to powerful hurricanes, and Brenden and I had even grown up playing in anything under Category three, which usually had sustained winds of between 111-130 mph.
The only difference is I had never been surrounded by a body of water on a small island during one, nor had I been forced to have a life-and-death battle with the ocean and winds nipping at my ass, but then again, there’s a first time for everything.
Soon enough, I was free and clear of the land bridge and onto the open flat island, which, apart from grassy and rocky surfaces, had scattered bits of ancient ruins and stone forts dotting the island.
’Alright, I need to get as close to the center of the island as possible so as to reduce his ability to manipulate ocean swells as a form of crowd control.’ Coming up with a quick strategy, I pulled my dagger from the kangaroo pouch of my hoodie, fastened the sheath to my belt, which held up my jeans and drew the blade.
Twirling it in my left hand, I held up the walkie-talkie in my right, pressed the button, and spoke for the first time in nearly an hour.
"Poor little groupie, you gave up your idol so easily; what kind of fan does something like that to someone they admire?" I stated in my Xipher persona, opting not to use a rhyming song this time.
"FUCK YOU! You don’t even realize how much damage you’ve just done, you bastard!" Overwatch Low screamed in response; meanwhile, he broke off to the left, choosing to stay along the shore where he would be the strongest.
"Ho hum, damage, you say? Little ol me? I think you should first reevaluate who the bad guy really is here, Mr. Weathermancer. I’m not the one kicking up a category three hurricane so close to shore; that’s alllllll you~." Turning my head to the left, I followed Overwatch Low’s movements with my eyes as he veered off, yet I didn’t follow; instead, I continued running straight while taunting him in an attempt to get him to fight me, not the other way around.