I squeezed them shut, hanging onto whoever’s arm I had hold of. I drifted through the current that pulled me into the light, wondering for a moment if all the stories about death were true. Maybe this wasn’t the way to Finfolkaheem after all. Maybe instead of going toward the light we should have fought to swim away.But then the light faded, leaving me with residual spots in the darkness behind my eyelids.Slowly, my body still tensed, I opened my eyes to look around.It was immediately clear that we were no longer in the water just off Swans Landing. The water here was the clearest I had ever seen. The Atlantic Ocean around Swans Landing was murky and it was hard to see more than a couple of feet. But the ocean floor spread out for miles around me, the hills and rocks and fish and plant life all easily visible. Before us, in the valley between craggy cliffs, lay a city built from rock and sand, lit with a strange blue glow.Mara, Dylan, and Sailor floated next to me. It was Dylan’s arm I was holding and I let go, reaching for Mara’s hand instead.
What do You think about Surrendering (Swans Landing)?
