I am really excited to officially announce that I am writing an original novel (Alanta Rising), and hopefully a comic series to follow. There will be more details on my second blog @legacy-comics so please look at that rough draft. Alanta is my baby who’s been in development for for a bout a year and a half. I hope you all love her.
The boy floats a few feet away, as if the water had already drained everything from him. He can’t breathe. One of the many weaknesses of the human race, that we Atlantieans have evolved beyond. I swim over. His body floats limply near the surface. I wrap both arms around him. His head slumps against my shoulder. Wet hair rubs against my neck, creating the need to scratch at the spot. I kick as hard as I can. The hair continues to itch. My skin’s irritated as if a swarm of pincher bugs are crawling all over my shoulder. Breaking through the surface in a tidal wave, I drop him. He floats along the surface. I could leave him on the shore, but the police would find him. It sounds appealing. Mother would kill me if I did. There’s no choice, I have to bring him back with me. I slap his cheek. No reaction. If he doesn't wake up, I’ll leave him here. If anyone asks, he died on impact. Eyes flutter open. They’re green, like limes, but deeper.
I slap him and start to swim away.
“Hey! Wait!” He doggy paddles toward me. “Sorry for mistaking you for my ex.”
“Ariel is just a fairy tale.” He’s a joker. This is going to be miserable.
“I thought you lost your tail or something.”
He continues to paddle toward me.
Well if he’s following. I start to swim towards home.
“Shore’s the other way, Princess.” He catches himself.
“We’re not going to shore.” ‘Idiot’ I add in my mind.