Prologue
I'm still not sure what I'm calling this book/story, so I'm not putting it into a folder just yet.
Anyways. Hello, everybody! This is going to be--hopefully--a book that I can keep going, unlike the other one. You guys tired of my capricious mind yet? Also, I know it's short--have you read the prologues to the Twilight series? They're almost shorter than this! P.S. If you guys don't like spoilers, don't look at the tags. They typically give stuff away. Hope you guys enjoy.
Roll the film!
I gasp and sputter as my head breaks the surface of the icy, blue-black water. My wings are useless, this drenched, and I don't think I could have flown in this wind anyways. The riptide pulls me out and down, farther away from shore as my head disappears under the surface. How am I going to get back to shore with this much of a current?
It was stupid. Stupid. I can't believe I hadn't noticed the brewing storm. Stew had warned me--warned me not to go without him. Why couldn't I listen? It was stupid. I look up at the enormous cliff above me.
I remember something, something that I learned in a survival class, about escaping riptides. I reach for the memory, my memory working sluggishly. Sideways. Swim sideways. I feel the way the current is pulling me and, instead of swimming against it, start to swim perpendicular to the pull. I gasp a breath of the crisp air as my head pokes above the surface again.
Finally, the current seems to slow down. My arms start to tire as I sluggishly try to fight my way out of the current. It's a minute before I realize that it turned and I'm fighting against it. Wait, what? I see the rock poking out of the ocean where the current spun around.
I sigh. There's no way to break out of it, I think, resigned, as my head falls below the surface. Due to my swimmer's lungs, it's almost two minutes before my lungs start burning for air. I deny the urge to breathe, even as the unconsciousness starts to take hold.
The dark water slowly fades to nothingness, losing the war against my closing eyes.