Willow opened the door to Leo's room, her eyes landing on the turtle in the corner.
Leo was sitting up against the wall, his eyes closed and legs folded beneath him. A peaceful expression rested over his features and Willow paused for a moment to look at him.
He was meditating, like Master Splinter had been back in the dojo. Something about the way he did it made Willow calm.
She smiled and stepped forward, sitting opposite from him and mimicking the turtle's position. Willow closed her eyes and breathed out slowly before staring once more into the darkness.
A heavy feeling blanketed over her, but unlike a burden, it felt warm. Comfortable. Like that feeling of sleep when you're half awake. It was blissful.
Willow leaned into it, sighing in content.
The darkness shifted, not quickly as it had before, but colors seemed to blend into it slowly. Everything seemed dark still, despite the numerous colors and lights growing into existence before her.
It was beautiful.
Suddenly everything shifted, turning upside down and then sideways. Willow tried to opened her eyes and stand, but it felt like she was locked in place. At the same time, she was falling, plummeting down.
Willow screamed, but her mouth remained firmly shut and no sound escaped her. The wind picked up and thunder crackled, shaking Willow to her very core.
Dark blue painted the darkness and suddenly Willow found herself grasping the edge of a wooden boat, her eyes wide with fear.
"Willow!" Her father's voice ripped through the air as everything turned wildly.
A wave slammed into her and Willow was pulled away as the water retreated. Willow screamed, but it was quickly covered up as she was yanked beneath the surface of the water.
Desperately, she flailed, trying to reach the surface but the moment her head found it's way back to the air, Willow was pulled back away from it. The darkness consumed her and Willow gave up the fight, conserving her energy as the water took control.
Willow was pulled back and forth beneath the waves and when the water pushed her skyward again, Willo lurched upward, fighting to the surface and regaining her breath for just a split second before she was pulled back under.
Once again, Willow let the water take control.
Her eyes were shut and her chest contricted, begging for air in a way that it never had before. Willow felt herself rise again and she opened her eyes, but this time, she could not tell which direction was up.
Everything seemed out of focus and Willow panicked, twisting and turning, trying to find the light that was no doubt hidden by dark clouds and a torrential downpour.
The water that had once felt like a second home suddenly seemed so threatening and Willow screamed, the bubbles of air betraying her as they ran off.
Willow's eyes widened even more and she fought again, kicking against the water desperately to follow after them.
Bubbles rise.
It seemed as if every force of nature was trying to pull her back down, but Willow rose, clawing at the dark expanse around her as it tightened, trying to pull her into the inky blackness further.
Willow's fingertips grasped open air—
"Willow!" Leo was leaning over her, trying to shake Willow out of the vision.
She gasped, sitting up and grabbing ahold of him. Her breaths were fast and erratic, trying to swallow the air as if she was going to be pulled back into the watery depths again.
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Secret in the Sewers
أدب الهواةThey say the things you want most are those you can't have; that what people say you can't do are the actions you fight hardest to complete. Willow Evans was infamous for somehow knowing everything about everyone. She was in charge of suppling...
