Date: January 9, 0004
Even as the sun still had yet to make its way to the horizon, the sounds of sea birds could be heard as they soared above the twilight seas, Fish that lingered near the surface of the water to feed on the last of the smaller organisms found themselves prey to those that used the darkest point of the approaching morning as a cloak. As the sun grew higher, the dark waves became painted with splashes of reds and oranges, the sky set ablaze with the dawn as well and the sea. Cyclones of white gulls and cormorants circled over schools of fish before they started to retreat to the depths, diving at any morsel they could snatch from the surface.
At once there was an alarmed squawk from a few members of the fishing flock, soon after the rest of the bird cyclone dispersing despite there being plenty of fish left to grab before they returned to the deep. Yet, save for a slight ripple in the water and a gust of salty air, there was little that heralded anything that could have spooked them.
While the rest of the sea was perfectly clear on this morning, when one grew closer to the island of Avalon however, the waters became more misty, grey shrouding the banks and a good few miles away from the shoreline. Again, here nothing appeared to stir aside from a few shore birds and fish that swam about the shallows the further one came in. Save for the odd disruption of the surrounding mists, an invisible form seeming to walk through the veil and drag it in its slipstream, to the untrained eye it would seem as if a breeze had decided to swoop across the shore, if not for the fact that the air was quite still. It was only when six burning coals faded in from the mist-covered sands that the source became apparent. a billowing mane of fire flowing over a thick red hide faded into view, an infernal beast having stepped onto Avalon's sandy shore, shedding the mist from his form as if it were a cloak.
Any already familiar with his intimidating visage, his name and crown known by blood instead of bond. The demon's steps left their telltale mark, the damp ground hissing with steam for but a moment before burning down into an angry red boil. As the tide washed in, the molten footprints quickly were cooled to glass. However, once the prince had taken his first few steps ashore, he paused. For a moment he drank in the morning air, along with all the scents that were carried upon it. Ah, he remembered this place, back when that simpering fool Toyaka had been king and begged his help, along with his demise three months after having spent looking after his island under the title of regent while he put time into his studies.
Even with his time spent in the library, the boy had been a lost cause and easily replaced by his successor. This was not all the demon remembered, however. The island was a fickle place, on letting those it wished upon its shores, and to find what they sought within it. Perhaps earlier on when the prince had acted as the ruler of this place, he would have a far easier time navigating this land... But as a visitor who had been departed from the island's enchanted shores for so long, it was foolish to assume all remained as it did in the past. Thus, after taking a great lungful of air and expelling it as thick grey smoke from his grill openings, the demon's six eyed gaze swept about the area, looking to detect the life force of a hidden fae, if they were around.
He was going to need a guide.