Edwardian:
The media has taken over everything. The only thing broadcasting on all channels is the change in the wind, the feel of magic in the air. They're calling it an energy phenomenon. The air is clearing out nicely, the sky is changing from the dark polluted clouds to the purity it had once been. That's not the only thing changing. With the charge of magic in the air, I can feel my dormant senses waking up. I can feel him. Adam is close by. It's time to finish this.
"Is everything prepared?" my mother asked.
"I need you to do something for me, mother,"
"Anything," she nodded without hesitation.
"He's on Witch Island. I need you to go to him. I want in the least for all of this to have some kind of meaning," l growled. She nodded backing away to leave. I s
