Larson floated in the water's darkness. Blackish-violet fish swam over him, as if running away from something. A dark cloaked figure walked toward him. It pulled his leg, pinned him to the ground and punched him in the gut.
Larson gagged, expelling a mouthful of water from his mouth. Another punch and his body flew to the surface, where a blanket of light consumed him.
He faintly heard people arguing, but he could not bring himself to open his eyes.
“Is he dead?” Merlize leaned over the unconscious boy. Her fingers interlocked, trembling like a magnitude seven earthquake.
“Not sure. There’s no response from him.” Loy wiped off water dripping from his forehead and pursed his lips. “I shall try what you humans call the mouth-to-mouth method.”
“NO!” Larson roused from his resting position.
Everyone jumped upon hearing his roar. Nyatalia dropped the flowers with gem petals in front of the castle and rushed to his side. Edwin followed behind her.