I was thrown off the altar with force and immeadiately began being carried away by unseen hands. The Followers of Fire were understandably surprised by this as was I. My father had moved from his looking on in dispassion to riding a spirit horse alongside me as I was carried away from the Followers. I could see now that what was carrying me were other spirits of the island, which made sense. My father told me he could only interact with me, so could the other spirits, so if they couldn't attack the followers they could still drag me out of there, which they seemed quite happy to do. A little over eager to be honest, I mean I didn't want to complain but they were dragging me pretty fast and since the jungle had retaken the island the trees and brush was hitting my face pretty damned hard.
The Jungle at least slowed up my pursuers (because they weren't being carried by ghosts escorted by their ghost father) eventually they fell behind and my ghost runners brought me back to a cave I had so many fond memories of. I got dropped there and the ghosts as quickly as they appeared dissappeared. Leaving me with the ghost of my father in the cave I hid from him many times. He motioned me inside and I followed.
"This is only temporary they will find you Trezlan."
"I know." I made sure to get my hands out from behind my back and the shackles in front of me. I hoped somehow despite hundreds of years and who knows what being back on Toebeck island something from my youth would still be in the cave (a foolish hope but that was my entire life foolish hopes). The cave actually had a lot of junk in it, more so than when I'd last been there. Probably from an exploded ship that possibly washed ashore hundreds of years ago and other ships like it (no idea who did that...) I found some rusted metal to serve me well and got to work on picking the lock on the shackles.
"I wasn't the best father." It was an understatement for a man who sold his son into slavery and then tried to kill him as part of some weird spider cult, but you know admissions are always nice, even if they come post death.
"I wasn't the best son, I mean I did kill you after all, but don't worry we all have our drawbacks." The shackles lock clicked and I felt the magic come rushing back in, power like anything else is missed when it isn't there.
"So what's your plan?"
"Same one I always do, kill everyone get off the island forget I was ever here." That will always be my go to strategy, besides past is prologue, and I've already burned this damn island to the ground once, might as well do it again.
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