The dark haired boy reached up, tugging a few leaves off of a low hanging branch. Bringing them back to arm level, he opened his hand to a fistful of cracked and crumpled shards. Tilting his hand he dropped the pieces into the wind. "The trees are all dead."
The blonde next to him nodded, glancing across the landscape.
Sunlight broke through the heavy layer of clouds. Beams cut into the trees in a few places and a few even managed to highlight the blonde's shaggy hair.
"Trees are dying," The first boy repeated. "Weather hasn't improved in weeks. The bottom level is turning into a mud pit. Boys are being forced to move the camp into the trees."
"Which are dying?" The blonde confirmed.
Another blonde walked up, "Pan." He addressed the boy already standing there.
"What is it now, Felix?"
"The boys just came back from a supply run. There's no food growth anywhere. Berries are all died. They can't find anything on any of the trees that we can eat."
"And the hunting?"
"Nothing. They didn't find any deer, there were a few rabbits but they were scrawny, hardly worth the effort."
"Did anyone make it through as far as the cove?" The dark-haired boy asked.
"Yeah, nothing there either." Felix answered. "The waters in the pond were still and the falls have quit."
"Still waters mean no fish." Pan asked.
The dark haired guy shook his head. "It's not just the fish." Looking out into the ocean, he pointed a finger. "No mermaids in the Cove, none in the ocean?" He looked at Pan. "The waterfalls quit flowing, and the mermaids and fish are leaving. What's happening to your island?"
"How about you swim out to your little mermaid friends and ask them why they're leaving?" Pan snapped at him, turning and walking away from their ledge.
Felix turned to Rufio, "Do you think he has any idea?"
He shook his head. "I've never seen him let the Boys suffer. If he knew, he would have fixed it." He walked off the ledge after their leader.
"Peter!" Rufio called after him. "Where are you going?"
The two caught up to him before he answered.
"To ask the beings who tend to have an answer for everything." Pan snapped, disappearing into a cloud of smoke.