A Wish So Deadly

The flames in the fire pit sway like living entities. They dance and flicker, casting shadows that play upon the faces of the four teams surrounding me.

What remains of the stew is simmering at the bottom of the cauldron, the rich scent of meat and vegetables having long given way to a haze of wood and smoke, clashing with the crisp evening air.

I sip slowly on my stew where I’m perched on a roughly hewn log close to the flames, letting the warmth seep into my aching bones. I like the silence. It allows Aurora Isle to serenade us with the wild symphony that is the jungle at night.

The rustling of leaves. The chirping of crickets. The distant calls of creatures nestled in the dark, untrodden corners of the foliage.