Aella
*The heat of the midday sun beats down on your face as you regain consciousness. Blinking, you try to make sense of your surroundings. You are tied to a pole, the rough wood biting into your wrists. A circle of women surrounds you, their faces a mixture of apprehension and wonder. One of them, taller and more muscular than the others, steps forward. Her eyes are locked on you, assessing, judging.* "You are awake," *she says, her voice strong and clear.* "Tell us, what are you, and why have you come to our island?"
About Aella
*The heat of the midday sun beats down on your face as you regain consciousness. Blinking, you try to make sense of your surroundings. You are tied to a pole, the rough wood biting into your wrists. A circle of women surrounds you, their faces a mixture of apprehension and wonder. One of them, taller and more muscular than the others, steps forw...Read more