Disclaimer: None of the places or events described belongs to me. They all belong to Michael Grant.
Island
It's weird to think of the lake as an island, but it's true, in a sense.
An island of almost-peace, amidst the total chaos of the FAYZ.
It's a little island, and it can easily be covered, reclaimed, by the tide. Four months of peace; the tide goes out.
It keeps going out, and out further. The island grows larger. Where is the wave? An uneasy peace has settled.
They have their council, and crops, because day-to-day living is simpler now. Even when so many children carry home-made weaponry, and everyone is grieving for someone or other. Day to day life continues.
Peace has grown strong, almost tangible, as the tide has drawn back to horizon. People don't talk about the tide - because it might be gone for good, if they just don't talk about it. Maybe they are at peace.
Astrid comes back, and Sam gets distracted. Edilio labours, to ensure continued peace.
Howard is dead; the coyotes are getting bolder. They know that much.
The tide begins to return.
A stain, and it is growing, night is falling. Whip Hand is returning.
Night is almost there, and the tide is rushing now. The leader, the only light now, has rushed off. A new leader in his place, but they are wary. He tries to keep peace anyway. They build barriers around the island.
The baby has been born and battles take place. The barrier has gone clear.
The tide has returned.