Island of Nathira
She looked across the shallow inlet, the glimmering waters sparkling like gems, and for the first time she realized that she indeed was a woman. For last week, she had not been. For Bith Bidoon had awoken one ghastly night to find his bowels on the cusp of flight, with an intruder holding his manhood with a bloody dagger held low for another go. A frantic struggle ensued, but now she was foggy on the details. All she knew was that some heinous criminal had made off with the genitals, which had prompted those in the high echelons of Acstrivian society to believe the family of Bith Bidoon was in real danger. Although the attacker remained at large, it was assumed that he was one of the Ilandians: that haughty new empire come fresh out of the north, spreading their poison south into Acstrivium from occupied fortresses in the fallen kingdoms of Donlin, Athuka and the like.
