Parent Island: Arrival
From adventures in new parenting:
When I first arrived here on Parent Island, the Little Lord was very much a cherished, if greatly feared and immobile deity. A living icon of sorts, his useless body carried about from place to place.
Since then, however, the Little Lord has grown. His constant infusion of milk seemingly has gained him a newfound sense of dexterity and coordination. For anyone else, these are acts of small significance.
For the island, however, this portends true calamity.
Already, the Little Lord has started experimenting with his powers. For brief periods, he chooses to sit up on his own. And instead of demanding every small whim handed to him, he reaches for the doomed objects of his choosing—grasping anything that enters his field of vision and attempting to consume all… or else, casting things down from the great heights of his high throne with a terrible malice and disdain.
It will not be long now, I fear, before the entire island falls within the path of his destruction. He is a gathering storm personified, a hurricane on the horizon, that will blow through and leave in disarray everything not nailed fast or bolted down—no matter how costly or precious to the islanders.
Already, the island’s jungle cat grows ever more wary. Animals, it has been said, exhibit uncanny premonition for natural disasters…