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The ocean was unrepentant today. Led by the cloudy sky above and the furious winds beside to harshly lap at the shore. Too rough for a boat today and yet here she was. A new face on the island. One you would notice quite easily. Being so slight and fair and fiery. Hel stood with her feet deep in the sand and let the roaring waves crash against her as she stared out at the white horizon. What did she see? What was out there that led her here?
Hard to say at a distance. She didn't look afraid. But she certainly wasn't smiling either.





















