Tuesday, September 23rd Great Misery Island, Massachusetts On a rocky precipice overlooking the Sound, five figures stood and contemplated the waves crashing against the stony shoreline of Great Misery. At the head of the little group was a thin-faced, lanky blond boy in a garish orange-and-black trenchcoat and fuzzy yellow sweater. His name was Taj Attar, and he was peering down with curiosity at the object bobbing in the water below. Pointing, he turned to his right, eyes lighting up with avid interest. "What do you reckon this is all about?" he asked. There was a tangible current of anticipation in his voice. His subject of interrogation could hardly be expected to answer. Emrys Goch was, at present, suffering one of the frequent episodes in which he awoke in the form of a stout, hairy reptile roughly the size of a small horse. Privately, several people were very grateful for these occasions, as it prevented him from twittering constant updates on the state of Wales. When Taj recalled that Emrys was in no condition to respond, he looked over his shoulder at the other three. Each of their companions seemed to have marked out a personal territory for themselves, as each had allowed for two or more arms' lengths between them. A frown tugged at the corner of Taj's mouth, and he was forced to remind himself that he could not simply squish the lot of them together and expect them to stick. If Taj and Emrys might appear odd to the casual observer, the rest were appallingly average: Iggy Eckhart, a smiling, handsome young man with flaxen hair bright enough to be visible under the hood of his dark jacket; Goldie, an olive-skinned, petite teen with her face half-hidden behind curtains of raven hair and a gossip magazine; and Kieran- the latest addition to their little club- a pale, scrunchy-faced stick of a girl with wavy brown hair and a grey t-shirt. There was nothing much to indicate that these were anything but normal, everyday teenagers. Appearances can be deceiving. "It's getting closer," Taj added, unnecessarily. Still pointing down toward the beach, he shaded his eyes with his other hand. "Do you think it's something from the teachers?" It had been twenty days since the beginning of school for the students of Amphisbaena Boarding School. So far, nothing had exploded, no one had ended up traveling through time, and injuries had been minimal. Given that the student body was comprised of the offspring of the gods and the faculty were among the divine, it was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped... And perhaps that shoe would be the small, rotting boat that was now drifting slowly into the North Cove.