It took Willow a couple hours to actually find a boat rental place, but by lunch she found herself on the way to Mako Island. It was a bit of a journey, and Willow spent the time wondering if this was a good idea. What if there was nothing about this island, and she had simply been mistaken? Or worse, what if she abosorbed the magic and went Dark Willow again? What if she fell off the wagon and became addicted again?
The scenarios raced through her mind, but she forced them out. She had become responsible with her magic, respected it. She would never go back to being Dark Willow, she wouldn't become addicted. Just to be on the safe side, though, Willow decided that she shouldn't spend too much time there.
With her mind on other things, it didn't seem to take her that long to get to the island. It looked a little spooky, but it didn't scare Willow. The magic around the place was coming off in waves, and Willow grew even more eager to explore the place. She quickly found a beach and parked the boat. Glad that she had worn her hiking boots, Willow started the trek through the forest.
It was a beautiful place, overgrown and left untouched by civilization. It fascinated Willow. She wasn't very far from the coast, but being here was like going back to a more wild time After about an hour of hiking, Willow heard the sound of running water, and after following the sound, found a small river surrounded by large rocks. Parched, Willow attempted to get down, only to lose her footing and fall down a narrow tunnel.
When her heart returned to its normal pace, Willow gathered her bearings. The tunnel looked to steep to simply climb back up, so it seemed her only option was to keep going through the cave that she had been diposited in. It was pretty well-worn, and there were a couple sets of footprints. Following the trail, she found something that stopped her in her tracks.
Willow had found herself in the cone of the volcano, through which she could see the sky. Right in front of her was a small pool right under the vocano opening. The water was a brilliant blue, different than the ocean, a little darker, but also... alive in a way that Willow couldn't describe. But that wasn't what caught Willow's attention. No, what she really noticed were the three girls sitting in the pool, long, golden tails floating out in front of them where their legs should be.