Evelynn lay on the riverbank, slowly waking up. For a few disorienting seconds, she was convinced she had died. The last thing she remembered was the river swallowing her whole.
The low croaking of frogs, the soft splash of water nearby, and the faint buzz from insects all drifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows; death sounded a lot like a pond.
Her eyes fluttered open. At first, everything was a blur of pale colors and sunlight. Slowly, her vision cleared, revealing a soft blue sky overhead. A gentle breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying the scent of wet earth and muddy water. She wasn’t in the underworld, but at the end of the river.
Evelynn slowly pushed herself upright, one hand coming to her head to steady the dizziness. Pain followed immediately after. Every bruise,
