Photo Source: PxFuel It was a beautiful Sunday morning, shimmering rays of perfect golden sunlight reflecting placidly off the as-yet unbroken surface of the isolated mountain lake. The owls and chittering insects of the night had already retreated to their dens, all the night’s hunters bedded down, relinquishing the day to the flora and fauna of morning—a decidedly more peaceful, soothing time. Aerendyl Kiyama stretched her willowy limbs as her burnt umber eyelids fluttered open, greeting...