Janus

Janus didn’t need to ride Raelynn’s horse for long. When he neared the edge of the Vanderbolt Ocean, his face was slicked with sweat and he got off the horse, planting his feet near the shore. The waves flooded onto his knees and wet his shoes. Mica, he thought. I need to cross the ocean. Janus closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. How do I do it? In one motion, he took off his shoes. Mica. Then he took off his shirt. Help. Off came his pants. I want to save Titania. Finally, Janus laid down on the water. He heard the hoofs of the horse stomp away in the distance. The only sound that was left were the waves crashing against the shore. The boy floated on the water as he made his way deeper. He sank little by little and made no attempt to stop his mouth and nose from sinking below the water. Janus tilted his head up and took one last breath before going under. He didn’t know what he was doing but he was letting it happen. It was like a different side of him took over. One that was more experienced and courageous. Even though he felt like he had control, he knew deep down that this was risky. Micaela. Tell me how to win the game. Janus’s mind started to blank and he was losing feeling in his limbs.

“Know your opponent,” a voice sang in a high pitch. Regaining a bit of hope, Janus tried to turn to where the sound came from but it was like it was echoing off of everything. He was slowly descending to the sea floor when he opened his eyes for the last time before darkness enclosed him in its trap.