The night Kai arrived, there was a massive storm buffering the island. He waited for the cover of darkness, and using the heavy rain and the night to conceal him, his ship passed through the militant barricade, and slipped between the landwall.
Slowly, the old, tattered ship coasted towards the shoreline. The sails were torn, and there paint was faded, but the old, sturdy ship still held strong as she anchored somewhere out of sight... or so he hoped.
After being on a ship for so long, the first few steps on the battle-scarred beach were uneasy. Kai stepped away from the water, and further inland, before he paused and looked around. There were some debris lodged in the sand here and there... probably remains of sunken ships, and an old sail was twisting in the surf nearby... constantly being washed ashore, and pulled back by the waves.
An old cloak blew about him in the wind. It was terribly frayed at the bottom, and the colour was vastly washed out by sun and salt water, but it still kept most of the elements at bay, as he stood in the rain, watching the storm blow about. He knew he had to be cautious. While the storm would hopefully mask his presence, it could also mask anyone else’s, and he knew that if this island was still inhabited, it was inhabited by Psychics... well, at least it was over 300 years ago. Whether or not it was still inhabited by the same family he knew though, was unknown.
The world Kai had known had vastly changed over the last 300 years. Continents had shifted, land masses had fallen and grew, and even oceans themselves had changed. All the Regions to the East had already fallen, and she was pushing her forces up on Kalos. When he left on this journey, he didn’t even know if this island was safe anymore... but given the navy trying to set up a blockade in the distance, he’d guess that it was still free.
He turned away from the ocean, and started inland... before something caught his attention. He couldn’t ‘see’ through the storm, but he could sense Life Energy. And, while the storm did conceal it at first, he could see it approaching through the darkness. The corner of his lips twitched up. This wasn’t the first time someone tried to ambush him. He hasn’t remained free for nearly 300 years without learning a few tricks!
Normally, he would’ve instantly teleported... but instead he waited. There wasn’t much in this world that surprised him anymore, and the power he sensed was strong. So strong, in fact, that it could very well be the being he came to this Island to find. Slowly, he reached under his cloak and released a long-bladed Sickle that hung from his belt, and pulled it from it’s sheath. With one click of the release button, the shaft of the Sickle extended, and formed a long Scythe.
He held the Scythe at his side and waited. His eyes glowed slightly as his gaze followed the Life Energy signatures that drifted through the darkness, before locking solely on the strongest signal, and waited for them to try and spring their trap...