Dayark just thought about how strange everything currently is. Until 3 weeks ago he was a simple tanner and fisher in a small town close to Zuarell, where he spent all his past life. But then the FOG came, and nothing is anymore like it used to be. In all their despair the leaders decided to build boats in Zuarell for the great crossing. For that they were looking for sailors and he volunteered for it right away. For over 2 weeks now he trained daily for nothing else, while the boats were being build and equipped.

Now, while collecting driftwood on the beach, he suddenly startled by the loud panic screaming from Zuarell. When looking over there he saw a large crowd of people running towards himself … and in the back he saw the FOG that seemed to speed up. Fear seized him, but he also knew what he had to do. He dropped the driftwood and ran as fast as he could towards the boats. He knew he is one of the few closer to the boats and that he needed to get one of the ships ready for sea, in order for them to still have a chance to escape …