slowly, his children had been trickling in to the island, one by one. he noted, sourly and to himself, that none of them seemed to take his orders very seriously as they all took quite the time to arrive. augustus rose his eyebrow when he caught sight of his eldest son. their most shared feature was their height and dark, dark hair, while their eyes were drastically different; augustus’s were the color of the sea, while his son’s the color of a dark night. “oryn,” he called out, catching the other’s attention with a firm tone. “you’ve finally decided to join us on the island.”