Rowan:
I woke up to the sounds of bickering. My head was pounding, and my mouth tasted like an ass. I sat up surrounded by people dressed in the furs of their kill. Dirty and antsy, everyone here had their eye on me.
"Where am I?" I groaned, rubbing the ever-growing ache in my head.
"Rancor Isle. The island is only fit for raging misfits and hateful bastards. Something tells me you aren't here because you don't fit in somewhere else." the man with honey-brown eyes stepped forward through the crowds of misfits, and a sharp tingle ran up my spine thinking about the last time I had seen those eyes and the imminent danger he had pulled me from.
"I'm in search of something that was taken from me long ago. For some reason, this has led me here." as the stone was pulled from my shirt, it glow
