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@denali-christianson

YES, the Ark made me really emotional, too! I think it was the sound that got me the most–a complete surprise. (Which I have just ruined for anyone who hasn’t been there)

And thank you!! You recognized it! (I have met far too many people who don’t know of/haven’t heard of A Tale of Two Cities recently). 🙁

 

Qatar

Ice cold water filled his mouth and nose, and all sound went dead, except for the deafening crash and rumble of the Thing that had him in its slimy tentacles. Down, down they went, into water colder and darker than seemed possible. Feeling completely vanished, and he was lost in a world of numb darkness.

His lungs started to burn–they felt like they would explode if he didn’t have air.

Don’t take a breath. He concentrated all his mind on not  breathing in the murky death all around him.

He took a breath. An anvil fell on his lungs, and he started to cough. More water filled his lungs, and his weak limbs started flailing. Trying desperately to shake off the iron grip of the monster.

The water started to shake, and light stabbed his eyes.

I didn’t know there was light involved when someone drowned to death. Why in the name of everything didn’t I tell Quin where I was going?

The water heaved, and the light became unbearable.

All at once, the monster’s grip vanished. His muscles were almost too numb to notice.

Hard stone hit his face, and air colder than the water washed over him. The water still had his feet, and was dragging him back toward the pool. The thunder of the stones was next to his ears.

He coughed, and tried to reach the air that must be around him, but the water in his lungs was still suffocating him.

Strong hands gripped his forearms and dragged him up, out of the water into the freezing air.

“Are you ok?  That was a nasty close call you had there,” said a strange voice.

who are you? where am I?

a heavy overcoat was draped over his shaking shoulders, and warmth instantly started to seep back into Qatar’s aching bones.

“You can call me Misu.  What’s your name?”  Said the voice. A man  crouched down beside him, gazing him anxiously. Qatar coughed again and looked up. The man’s face seemed rimmed with the same light that had blinded him in the pool–too weird to be real, too bright to look at.

He winced at the pain in his chest.

Misu. Well if you don’t get more normal soon, I think I’d rather be back in there.

He glanced behind him at the dark, churning water and shuddered at the memory of the slimy grip.

Never mind.

He coughed up more water and gasped for air. Then he propped himself up on one elbow and said brusquely, “Qatar Miller. Where’d you come from?”

 

@calidris, you probably know already, but Qatar is a bit of a jerk–I hope Misu doesn’t feel too bad when Qatar snaps at him. I’m excited to see where this will go!