Arkala

The air glittered with morning mist, the sun peeking through clouds to illuminate the ground in dappled patches. Arkala’s golden fields whispered in the wind, and the leaves rustled on its trees of perpetual autumn. Wren stood amidst all of this, taking in Arkala’s beauty. This island was the closest thing she had to a “home”, and it held a special place in her heart; a special feeling. She had returned for a few months to visit old friends. It had been wonderful, celebrating t...