Chapter 25
“… a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.” ― Dante Alighieri
It didn’t take long to realise that I had to fight for my life.
The water was getting into my mouth and lungs, and I tried to use my upper body strength to get back up. Suddenly my feet weren’t reaching the bottom and something or someone was pulling me down. In a last moment of desperation I pushed my arms, searching for my energy, but there was none. It was like my magic had been wiped out, taken away from me. My mother was out there, and she needed me. This odd, tangling force kept pulling me down, invisible fingers wrapping around my ankles and legs. I jerked my head, trying to gain a bit of oxygen above the surfa
