"I hate this..."

Willow sat on a rickety raft in the middle of the sea, the only source of light her precious, lucky lighter. She could hear the creature lurking in the night, feel it's gaze searing into her. It grow closer and closer as the waves lapped at the pathetic excuse for a sea vessel. Soaked to the bone, hair matted to her face and neck, a violent shiver zipped through Willow's body as she let her precious flame die.

The sun was setting, casting vibrant orange and purples across the sky. A spring in his step, and a tune carrying on the wind, a rather cheerful Webber went about picking limpets off a stone at Warly's request. Something about their supper needing more flavor. He didn't understand, but he wouldn't argue with yummy cooking like his mum used to make!

As he shoved handfuls of the little mollusks into his palm frond backpack, he suddenly paused, lifting his head. Was it his imagination... or was it getting warmer?

Spider legs twitching, the boy looked around with confusion clear on his face. It was almost night, it shouldn't be getting warmer, so why was...

"Wendy!" Webber shrieked, nearly dropping his bag as he turned tail and ran.

"Webber, what are you-"

"Just look Wendy!" Webber begged as he dragged the poor girl by her wrist, a rather annoyed looking Abigail following behind.

Huffing in frustration she gazed out, seeing what had Webber in such a panic. In the middle of the sea, a darkened figure stood above the waves, a single flame flickering by its side. It simply stared at them.

"W-We found it while picking the rocks. What is it...?" the spider child whispered, hiding behind his friend, spider legs pulled in tight to his head.

Wendy was silent a moment, just observing the figure that stared back. "An omen of death. I am certain." she finally spoke up, glancing back at her sister before back to the sea. "And an prompt one at that."

The sun disappeared over the horizon, the flame vanishing as darkness engulfed the seas.

Huddled together, Webber hugged onto Wendy, her sister's light sadly not enough as a low hiss could be heard over the lazy waves. He clung tighter to his friend, starting to shake as he tensed up, waiting for the inevitable.

"Children? Est ce que tu vas bien?" A torch light washed over them.

This one is inspired by a bug I encountered early on while playing Willow when Ship Wrecked first came out. I drowned on my raft with my lighter out, only to be revived by a touch stone. When she came back her model was darker, as if forever in the dark, and had the lighter light following her, even without it equipped. I dubbed her Fire Phantom Willow, and like to think she haunts the sea.