Second Names (Temporarily discontinued)

Chapter 10 -This... This is just a plain bad idea

Isabelle's POV

I forced the window open, as I began coughing on smoke which was slowly suffocating me.

I looked down to the ground, and saw the river, raging in way more than just ripples.

 I groaned, ironically it was either backstabbing water, or fire, the very cause of the beginning of the war, or at least that was how I saw it. 

The flames coming close, made me make a decision, at least with water I had a chance. 

With a huge ripping sound, I tore off the outer skirt of my orange gown, which would only weigh me down in the descent and then in the water itself.

 One leg after the other, I now sat at the edge of the window's sill, taking a deep breath,(and trying not to gag on the smoke) , I jumped towards the torrent. 

I closed her eyes, while clutching tightly the crown, and It felt like time stood still, only the beating of my heart, the crackling of the fire, the whistling of the wind, the rushing of the river, and the feel of the crown's metal, surprisingly comforting. 

I straightened herself like the an arrow and braced for impact.

I felt the impact, not as bad as I'd expected but, still pretty horrible as the shocking cold surrounded me. 

I sunk straight to the riverbed. 

My eyes now open saw everything through the surprisingly clear waters. 

I'd never realized how deep it was. 

Or strong. 

I didn't really know how to swim, but I tried to swim anyway, to the surface, but it seemed to take an eternity. 

I was quickly running out of air. 

And strength. 

The water was numbingly cold, and the closer I was to a breakthrough, the more insistent the current was, pulling, tugging at me. 

Then I made it. 

But it was far from over. 

It was a struggle, to just keep her head above the surface, as the unforgiving body of water, tossed me around like a rag doll. I could slowly feel the myself losing the fight, my body and mind slowly going numb. 

A whisper, which then became a voice, told, ordered me to give up. Those two simple words repeating themselves, over, and over, as I was pushed away downstream, but in response I clutched tighter to the crown that I still, miraculously kept in her grip.