Island Poem Ending

As the island grew closer, Elluel knew that something was wrong. Whether it was the sinking feeling in his stomach, or just seasickness, the elf did not know. A feeling at the base of his stomach was urging him to come here, by the will of Gaia herself. If the mother of earth had instructed him so, it must have been seriously grave indeed. It may have been considered foolish to approach the island with a small pathetic ship, but time was of the essence. Billowing clouds dotted the sky, but they seemed menacing. As the orange hue of the trees on the island came into view, he could see the beauty.

Finally getting on dry land, he docked his boat on a small pier, if it could even be considered that. Recoiling as frigid water splashed over the
It was enough though, he could tell it was night time. Now, the howling wind was much more haunting, and the crunching beneath his bare feet eerie. While running, the elf put on his boots, not even bothering to do up the laces for now. This meeting was not something he could miss, it would be monumental for the history of their tribes. Would there be bloodshed, or what was even the cause of Mother Nature's Distress?

As his boots clacked against the cobblestone roads of the quaint little town, the buildings seemed just a bit wickeder under the veil of night. Artistically styled roofs seemed menacing and jagged, crooked in a sinister way. Nobody else was out at this hour, but he didn't need directions to know which building was the town hall. Besides the size of the building, the sign that declared it so was more of a giveaway.

Putting a long pointed ear up to the town hall door, the paint was cold. No vibrations were heard through the wood, there was quiet. Not even a mouse or rodent was crawling around. Elluel was getting bad vibes from this, but after thinking it over for a while, it was certainly possible that they had all left for the night or something. Ignoring the anxiety, the young elf opened the door and entered the old