A sparkling glassy sapphire blue lake stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a low rumbling crashing sound below them from the elephant’s feet wading through the water. Ahead of them was a tree-covered island roughly the same size as Loxo. They were heading directly for it.

Positioned on the highest point of the land mass, above the treeline, was a pair of ivory tusks buried in the ground. They faced each other and crossed, forming a black curving ‘X’ against the skyline. An identical stone staircase and quarter tower extended out from a rocky outcropping at the heart of the island.

“What is this place?” asked Isla. “It’s amazing.”

“It is the resting place of Cyclo the elephant,” answered the man sadly. "The island formed around him where he fell. It is known as The Monument.”