Jared Masten

The Lost Island

Like a roaring engine blaring over the sound of everything happening around him, one thing stood out over the rest: His family. What would they say if he failed? What would they think if he never returned home? Sure, some might have found peace in the fact that should any of that come to pass, he would never have to know, but not Kyo. It was in the uncertainty of that possible future that made him now worry about the things in which he placed his value as opposed to the task at hand. Generations had come before him and fearlessly led the charge and come out victorious. Generation after generation, they carried their honor and victory to the next, and what if all that had simply led to nothing? What if it had all led to the only son of a retired soldier-turned fisherman dying out here in this place so far from all he knew? Kyo of course never wanted to carry that burden. He was content at home in his writings, but when the Emperor called their nation to action, he answered that call like his father and his before him. Unfortunately, that bravery was now overshadowed by his fear that was leading him closer to the edge of a cliff that was the current situation.