An island came into sight, not just an ordinary island with ominous rocks surrounding the cove and beaches. It was an island that was devoid of danger, an island that could only be described on first glance as magical, and it truly was magical. All four seasons of the year were combined, only they weren't. All of the seasons had their own respected quarter of the island. Pantrill, and Panasky saw this, and from this they spoke as they- for a reason unknown to them- glided slowly to the island.
"Hello my name is Peter, Peter Pantrill." He said hesitantly.
