The Skin

<p><em>'You cannot fix this world alone selkie.'</em></p><p><em>'I know. But when we die all that is left are shadows of our lives preserved in the memories of those who remain. I plan on leaving an exceptionally long shadow filled with ripples of moonlight for those I helped and darker than the worst of nightmares for those who wronged us.'</em></p><p><strong>How far would <em>you</em> go to save your skin? </strong></p><p><br></p><p>I'm a selkie trapped above the waves until I can recover my skin. Humans used to call us seal-wives many years ago - before they broke the planet. I thought that less humans after the warming would mean less danger. My kind believed our world was finally recovering. </p><p>We were wrong.</p><p>Up here the magic is fading and Old Ones like me are being traded as trophies for rich and powerful humans to display in collections.</p><p>Without the Old Ones the magic fades without magic the planet dies. </p><p>Humankind has gone too far and someone has to put a stop to it I just wasn't expecting it to be me. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>As the selkie begins her hunt far to the south on his enormous pleasure ship <em>Barge</em> Lord Sal hunts for missing Old Ones with a grand plan to leave his own mark on the world. Icidro and Prince Ulises are searching for them too and this is a world where money talks louder than morals.  </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>