When Hannah woke it was just after noon, very late. Normally Nilsey woke her early just after sunrise but maybe he had decided to work on finally building a pool for owl Island? She sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, pushing her blonde hair out of her face with a small yawn. She walked across the island over to where Nilsey currently lived, just to confirm he was up. As she walked she kept thinking that something wasn't right, then she began to notice little things that were out of place: that pipe had been broken and put back in the wrong place; that tree was gone, it had been there yesterday; that line of vines had been half destroyed. Little things that shouldn't matter but for some reason made Hannah feel even more on edge, then she saw footprints in the sand. Half erased by last night's wind, whoever had made them was up and about just before dawn. She shook her head in an attempt to dispel the worry but it kept nagging at her that something was off.
Understandably she was relieved when Nilsey's current residence came into view on the beach of Owl Island. Coming round to the front of the 'house' that Nilsey had made for himself a few days ago, Hannah stopped dead; the door was half off it's hinges and revolved in a non-existent breeze, as if the scene needed to be anymore mysterious, or frightening. Scared half out of her wits now, Hannah gingerly pushed the broken door open to reveal an indescribably horrible scene.
The house itself was pristine with a shelf lined with Nilsey's 'portable pools' and there was next to mess or clutter, until you saw the blood still dripping from the bedside into a large pool spilt onto the floor, slowly dripping through the floor-boards and already beginning to dry around the edges. Hannah hardly dared raise her gaze to the bed itself and she did she instantly regretted it. Nilsey lay on the bed in a position that suggested a night of bad dreams but all was normal, until you noticed diamond sword through his heart. It had been cruelly twisted, which explained the sheer volume of blood. The sword was buried almost up to the hilt in his chest with the tip protruding through the wooden boards underneath the mattress of the bed.
Hannah stumbled backwards in shock her gaze drawn up towards the wall behind the bed. On it was a message, painted in still dripping blood, composed of only five words in an almost elegant, looping script. Those few words struck such fear into Hannah's heart that she fell back against the wall before fleeing through the door to the sea. Without a seconds thought she leapt into the briny expanse of water and began to swim for the mainland, where Lewis was. She needed to warn him, and the others, to keep them safe from whatever new danger this was.
The message on the wall, written in blood, read: This Is Only The Beginning...