Here we stood, still and marveling, but also expecting something. What it was, I was unsure. They will find you. What did this even mean? Maybe the old man had been only hallucinating, thinking of nonexistent fairies and tales.
“Now what,” Danny shouted against the sound of the waterfalls. Those words flew around our ears with the mighty wind that ruled the valley.
“We wait.” I hated to admit this. “And hope that something happens.”
But then it occurred to me. We were in the middle of a valley surrounded by mountains. In a goldfish bowl. On display. Exposed for every attack. There is always some truth that rings in legends, and if they say that no humans return from this island, it must be for a reason. Could all of this be a trap? My eyes started to scan those mountains nervously, and
