Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 88

The Cutting Wind attack is successful and gives the expected result, once unleashed in the air like a whip it moved with speed and the sharpness of the edge of a polish piercing sword, having no resistance in cutting a path open when it meets flesh and bones, but by the time the entrails of the creature were spilling out and its shocked face started splitting open and oozing dark blood, was more time than needed for the creature to slash back with its tail, the longer than ever body managing to break the end of my ice, the most delicate and hard to keep part of it with the pressure and distance of the deeps, and in a crazy attempt it stirred towards me to hit me down on the water, not enough to cause any damage and do more the push me back, especially when done so while dying.

However in my case... water is deadly to me.

It does not take much for the water to soak my wings and make they weight a tone more than they should, pulling me under like a pair of rock wings, frozen in place as the rest of my body, but not because of the temperature, nor the weighting down wings, but because of the chilling to the bone fear I have with deep pools of water such as this.

The impact against the water shocks me into a state of frozen terror as I remember my deadly encounter with it before, how I fought to survive against its unmerciful waves, the memories as suffocating as the hungry waves swallowing me up until it has me under.

And the worst of it is not even the lack of air, nor the growing suffocating sensation that the lack of breathing brings, burning my about to burst lungs, no... it is the almost sentient pull coming from the depths of the water, increasing the pressure surrounding me like a gigantic hand closing around me and squishing in tighter, and tighter, until there is no breathing space left.

My heart beat intensifies its rhythms until it pulsed right beside my ear, the sound strengthened by the eerie silence of the depths, the sound so profound and strong that it gave the illusion that some other strong heart beat alongside mine from the depths, growing as much as I dropped to its lowest darkest point.

I am not simply scared, I am petrified, but I did not give up back then, I had fought for my life there, young, hurt and weak when the river tried to drag me down, and it would not be the water of this lagoon that would manage such fit now.

So I start to move, unsure of how deep I had already fallen, barely seeing the resemblance of the surface, the blurry fading sunlight still illuminating the wavy waters, charming and calming like a beautiful deadly poisoned flower, beckoning me into deaths arms.

I move my arms up, trying to pull the water down, moving my legs, but not only I did not know how to swim to begin with I had extreme fear and a pair of wings and a fluffy tail that were not made to get wet, feeling like chains wrapped around my back and legs, ending in round weights that prevent me from moving fast, if moving at all, and pulling me down faster.

So its no wonder that the pressure around my chest increases quickly, and the knowledge that my time may be coming to an end in such a way creeping into my mind and heart as I cannot hold my instinct to gasp back any longer and have the crashing waves of water flowing down my throat, slugging my moves and blurring my vision, the weight on my chest increasing with the pain coming from both sides now as the darkness creeps around my vision, so much so that I swear I can see a shadow move, a hand, something, but the outline is small, and the image fading, words falling from their lips that sent a jolt of a headache straight to my brain.

’Sorry, I did not have I choice... but I will fix it, I will fix it all, even if it means you have to forget me to do it... ’

It is as if the words are hammered one my one in my brain, not only painful as the strange forgotten memories blurring up from the surface, but deeply engraving such strange words in my mind.

What is that? Maybe it was an illusion created by the strange thick water of such lagoon? Or were they jumbled memories put together like dreams use to do and present themselves in their weird ways?

It bothers me but I do not have time to ponder over it any longer in the depths otherwise I would be dead by then, and I could barely feel my surrounding at the point when suddenly we break the surface.

"Good damn Seraph breath now!" The words are vague and far from my jumbled mind to comprehend at first, and even though there is no more pressure on my chest it changes to worst, a deadly stillness, nothingness now, a lethal stalemate that is broken by a jolt of pain on my chest that sent my lungs into action by forcing the water out in a reflex that sends tears to my eyes as I coughed through my hurt throat to fill hungry lungs.

"Shh, shh, is alright Seraph, beauty, I got you." The voice is soothing right beside my ear, and as I calm down, breathing in and dulling some of the pain my senses come back to me little by little, I can finally tell that someone has rescued me from below, still in the water but safely above its deadly pulling darkness as I stay hugging my savior for my dear life as his soothing voice calms me as much as the small taps he gives me in the back.

I don’t count how long we stay there, heads above the water as his strong legs keep us afloat, but we stay as long as it takes for me to be able to talk again.

"T-that’s-" And a fit of coughing hits me once more, leading to another waiting section until it comes down once more.

When I’m good enough again I do not attempt to speak this time around but instead put a little space between us to have a look at him only to be hit in the heart by the gorgeous image of Ethan’s face up close and personal, dripping wet and with bangs of his long black hair gluing along its neck and face, bringing a sensual charm to his already smirking lips.

"If you are going for a dip I suggest you learn how to swim first." He says, trying to ease the dangerous situation down but there is something that chills me to the bone as much as these waters.

And that’s it that I was not wearing my veil, my wings are white and fluffy and clearly exposed, and my tail is all in full display after the scare of a life time I had.

It seems that the cat is out of the bag, quite literally so.