Her island needed a fresh start. It needed a fresh name. It needed a fresh location.
There had been so much violence, and blood, already shed on the island. And, Amaranth could think of no other reason for all of this other than its location.
So, up to the surface she went from the Underwater Lab, cape beginning to billow behind her as the constant lovely wings lifted it up. She took one last glance around and then jetted herself into the sky: heading straight towards Edge City, where she would speak to her grandfather about the idea that had popped into her head.
