Task 017: Jonahâs Myth
Kahente avoided the water like the plague. Swimming was not something she was proficient in, and she wasnât going to test it. Now with food in her stomach, she felt like she could stand up, look around, explore, but the moment she got up on her feet, something reached out of the water she was near and swallowed her whole.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and even once they did, she could still barely see. She, once again, found herself in a situation in which she didnât know where she was, and that terrified her in a new and different way.
Reaching around for a moment, her hand came into contact with something slimy and she realized that was the wall of whatever room she was in. It was quiet, too quiet, and dark, too dark, and it immediately filled her with the knowledge that she was not supposed to be here.
But then, after holding her hand almost directly in front of her face, the pungent and unmistakable smell of fish wafted into her nostrils, and she immediately began to gag, realizing where she was.
Inside the stomach of some sort of fish monster mutt thing.
How the fuck was she going to get out?
She began walking along the whaleâs stomach lining, keeping her hand on the âwallâ like if she was in some sort of maze. She had to get out, this she knew, but how was what she didnât.
The walls seemed deceivingly thick, like she could break through them if she tried hard enough.
Glitter.
Of course, the hand to hand training she had done with Glitter, of course this would be the time to use it. She straightened out her stance as much as she possibly could, getting ready to punch through this wall. She knew she could, and believing was half the battle, so by the time her fist made contact with the whaleâs flesh, she felt her hand sink further into the wall.
It sent a burning sensation through the injuries on her dominant arm from the girl the first day, but she knew she had to keep going, no matter how much it hurt her to do so.
She kept punching, exactly how Glitter had showed her, until she almost felt the outer lining of the whale.
Before placing the last throw, she took another deep breath, and threw the last punch, as water flooded into the whale from the whole she made.
Swimming was something she did not know how to do, but she knew she had to get out of here, so she jumped through the hole she made, into water that used to terrify her, and feeling like this might be the end.
She didnât know what to do, and began to sink to the bottom of the body of water, flailing her arms to try and save herself. There was no direction here, no inkling of instruction, and she silently wished that she had spent more time with River so that he could have taught her.
Her feet made contact with the floor not long after, and she looked around her, trying to find something to hold on to to get her out of there. She could only hold her breath for so long, could only pretend this was all going to be okay for so long, before she knew that this would become her watery grave.
As much as she tried to stay calm, it didnât work, and her plans all seemed not be able to work. She began to feel light headed, like she needed to breathe, like she was going to either pass out or get lungs full of water, when she saw a creature swimming next to her.
Instinctively, and with her last bit of energy, she reached out towards it, gripping firmly as it swam closer to the sky.
When it felt like she was not going to be able to take it anymore, she finally saw the sun again, and gasped for breath the minute she broke above the water, using her other arm to grab onto the shore and push herself onto it, before collapsing, unmoving, to the ground.
And we all live to die another day.


















