the shadows kept me hidden

There had been a part of Ishiah which suspected, when a large group of people had suddenly gone missing from the island, that all of them would manage to return relatively unscathed. It seemed to be the modus operandi of the island, to snatch people and put them into uncomfortable situations, but in the end never to be a direct and concerted cause of death. Ishiah had to wonder what the reason was behind it, if indeed there was any reason at all, and the peri thus spent a great deal of time simply sitting in the hut and pondering over the possibilities. Perhaps the island was a sort of limbo, a nexus of an afterlife, one that went beyond even the Heavens he was personally familiar with. Perhaps it was the work of a strong and sentient being. Perhaps still it was random, a tear in the fabric of reality through which a great deal of people seeped and came together.

Perhaps.

In the end, what he had determined was that no matter what the island was, he could not count on the place to stay safe. Hauling his sword from where he usually kept it stashed under the far side of the bed, the peri sheathed the weapon and made his way over to Jack's hut. The dinosaurs were a threat that needed to be overcome for one reason or another— either they were hiding something, or they simply posed a danger to the island residents.

Sharply, he knocked on Jack's door, hoping to find help, whether in the form of a weapon or a person to stay by his side as he trekked through the jungle.