Sand.
It was sand, water and bright blue cloudless skies for as far as the eye could see. The few trees on the island swayed in the strong breeze of the mighty ocean, their coconuts held fast against the gentle force. Their thick knotted connections to their trees were resistant to both the wind and the sun, and the poor aim of the faunus throwing rocks at them from some 20 feet down, attempting to dislodge them.
It had been a slow day for food for Adam Taurus, in his three week stay on this miserable island, he had enthusiastically hunted for all the live game that he could. He knew that staying fed would be integral to his survival. Unfortunately for him, the only things that inhabited that island apart from him were crabs, and a few sea gulls, and Adam had thoroughly run out of luck in finding either of them. He was pretty much the extinctor of crab life on that secluded land and the gulls had naturally learned to go and rest somewhere else.
Having not eaten for well over 72 hours, the young warrior was becoming desperate for sustenance, and his continued poor marksmanship was starting to make the constant anger that had been pulsing through his veins ever since he had been marooned here start to flair up again. He kept flashing back to that crazy night in his dreams, attacking that old man, teleporting to this place, and then falling to…
A particularly smooth and spherical rock hit a coconut but bounced off at an odd angle and flew directly back at Adams face. It struck his nose and knocked him hard to the sandy ground. Adam sprawled on the floor and tasted blood, felt it pour out of his nose and into his gritted teeth. The faunus' leg twitched, as if he were about to stand up. But the taste of blood combined with the heat of merciless sun rays made everything feel unreal, and the urge to eat began to falter. It was hopeless, and he knew it. Not only was he out of food, but there had been little to no water on the island at all. Adams muscles relaxed completely. The faunus was content to simply wither away under the clear blue sky, only reflecting the infernal blueness that was the sea surrounding him.
The hunger combined with the gulp of sea water he had taken earlier was starting to make him delirious, and Adam's dehydrated lips cracking into a weak smile. He could see Blake sitting on a boulder just feet away from him, her raven hair catching the sunlight and dancing in the wind. In her hand was a black book, the same book she had been reading on the day they had raided the Schnee train. The sight of his beloved gave Adam strength, inflating his muscles and bracing his heart allowing his blood to flow faster than before. He slowly got to his feet, his eyes drooping and desperate to shut, yet forced open by the sight of the young woman. Slowly, almost falling to the ground with each staggering step, Adam began to approach the girl. His breathing that was once slow and deep from heat exhaustion, now quickened as he raised the blood stained rock.
The vice like grip that Adam had on the rock that struck him was starting to hurt his hand, but excitement was making his whole body shiver, and Adam was fixated on his target, the pain quite ignored. The white foam of a broken wave sloshed over Adam's bare feet as he moved slowly, but with a purpose towards the distracted unassuming girl. The dry tongue scraped as it trailed over cracked quivering lips as Blake came within touching distance. Adam raised his arm, allowing the sun to glimmer over the rocks surface, as if signalling a far off companion. Adam gave a shaky exhale, as he brought the rock down over Blake's head.
Sparks flew off the boulder and floated in the air for mere moments before being stifled by the stormy rain. Adam had struck an empty space with no trace of any girl. Adam swung his bleeding head wildly around, cursing and shouting, furious and confused at where this rain had come from. The sky had changed from clear blue to a dark and electric grey storm; forks of lightning ripped the void open with deafening, ear splitting bangs. Rain was making it difficult to see his surroundings at all as it pummelled the small land mass.
Adam had no idea what had caused a storm to drift this way, at least without him seeing it first. He was now wide awake, the sudden chill in the air was somewhat refreshing, but the noise was just so…unnaturally loud. His thoughts were interrupted by a huge fork of lightning striking down on the island with a blinding flash. The force of impact almost blew Adam off his feet again, as the natural electricity struck the stone in Adams hand. The light faded, and quite miraculously, the clouds parted and the rain stopped, and a blinding light broke over the ocean as the former sunny weather returned. The sea gleamed with sunlight once again, and the waves resumed their calm nature. The stone seemed to burn red hot in Adams palm and fell from his steaming form, it rolled away across the wet sand, its orange glow reflecting the anguished tanned face of the young faunus.
Adam's aura had sheltered him from the lightning strike, but it had not been entirely strong enough, and he shuddered as the force field dissipated, leaving him exposed to the salty, unusually fresh air. Now Adam well and truly thought he was losing his mind, might be getting cabin fever from the familiar setting that he couldn't escape. Seeing people who weren't there, hallucinating weather changes, and even seeing regular average rocks as glowing orbs. Adam closed his eyes and folded his arms, he refused to be so foolish next time, he knew there could not be a storm like that out of nowhere and normal rocks glowing was just childish.
He decided to vacate his current location on the island and go search the other side for food. Turning on his heels, Adam began to stride away from the rock. He felt a slight itch in his hand where the lightning had struck, and where he had felt something hot touch his hand, but he just rubbed his fingers against the irritated area and it stopped. He did not notice the four stars…burned into the palm of his hand…