I trudge up the shores of Shipwreck Isles, leaving trails of droplets from my drenched armor in the sand behind me. I feel stronger these days, stronger than ever. My mind is clearer too. Diligently, I had remained hidden in my old haunt, deep in the Northern Mountains, biding my time until they called upon me. It had given me the space to think, to process what I had experienced in the past decade…

I had become a monster inside my mind. I could’ve used this power for good, but what’s the point if the good only turned around to punish you in the end? Maybe I was a monster, inside and out. The thought of being near other whiskers only made my blood boil. The weight of all the losses and guilt seemed to exaggerate with every step. With the shadow as my guide, I’d be able to defeat all the evil in The Great Pond…

It was a dark night in the Northern Mountains. The clouds covered the stars as guilt devoured my soul. From cave to lifeless cave in the mountains, I wandered aimlessly. I searched for sustenance, warmth, and any meaning to this life. Seasons have come and gone, falling leaves and frigid air returning only to remind me how much time I’ve passed here, alone…