It’s like the harder I try and pin down where the hell that blasted, frustrating, infuriating myth of an Island is the farther it seems to slip away. But I know... God do I know that he’s there. I can’t give you a reason how or why but there’s this feeling deep inside me that says they are holding my dragon at Hy-Brasil. Perhaps the connection we share is dulled, and mostly silent but not void.