Ankora’s AngerThe lake lay still, its pristine blue waters sparkling brilliantly in the midday sun. Far below the surface of the lake, deep below the farthest reaches of light, sat Ankora, an enormous spirit who called the lake her home. She felt the soft swaying water weave around her body as she sat, she and the lake were one body and one mind, as it was her territory her magic was deeply imbued into its calm waters. Ankora could feel every splash, ripple, and wave that disturbed it, peering across its massive girth through her mind’s eye...