Surrounded by a roaring sea, stood the Isle of the Lost. Its rigorous green trees beckoning and calling out to you even from a distance.
I was more surprised at how the ocean wasn't ice and the trees were still vibrant. Maybe Excalibur was what kept this island free of Morgana's curse.
"Aengus, you've been to the Isle of the Lost before, right?" Asked Arthur, never taking his eyes off of the scenery before him.
I looked over at Aengus in surprise and I was not alone, everyone else in our group—save for Arthur—looked over at Aengus wide-eyed.
"Aye," was his answer.
"What should we expect?"
"We'll have to leave our steeds behind," he began, narrowing his eyes. "Once we're inside, the Isle of the Lost has many obstacles. We'll be faster on our own."
I pat Aurea a little as he continued
