Epics of Noche 3, Limbo

EON CH 10

TIME LOOP AT WORLD'S EDGE.

1774, NOVEMBER 28th, MONDAY12:00 pm.

Noche's boat was being yanked towards the waterfall at world's edge. If the world was flat then this was where it ended, for these falls were the only thing visible on the horizon. Going on as far as the eye could see, the only way to escape them was back.

In a flash of gold surrounded by black mist, Noche's Omni-Oar appeared in her hand in its wooden oar form. She slammed it into the tides just as they doubled in speed. Even with her augmented strength, it was not enough to out-paddle the falls.

Foghorns blared, the world darkened, and everything shook – it was as if she was stuck on railroad tracks as a train approached. In a last-ditch effort, she jumped into the waters and attempted to swim away. Unfortunately, her superhuman strength couldn't resist the pull this close to the edge.

Noche was shot out into the endless sky. She fell head first, parallel to the waterfall, screaming the whole way. Then, after a minute of falling, the world rotated and gravity pulled her to the waterfall. She splashed along its surface like a skipping stone on a lake.

The waters stilled and she laid on her back staring at the night sky. Her eyes were frozen wide open and didn't react as her little boat sailed up to her. She forced herself to blink, turned her head, and crawled back into the wooden thing. Rolling on its floor she continued to stare up at the sky and processed what just happened.

"What. The. Fuck. Was that?" Noche coughed up a mouthful of seawater. "This place really is like a dream. The fall ended before I hit the ground."

Rushing water broke the blonde out of her train of thought. She raised her head to another waterfall, the exact same as the one before.

"Oooooh no. Not again."

Noche shot to her feet and prismatic energy surrounded the boat. A sail and ropes were created and the blonde didn't waste no time in filling it with wind. It helped, for a moment. Gradually the falls became too strong for her. Bit by bit her little ship was pulled back – despite how much of a gale she created.

This time Noche got a good look over the falls before tumbling over. There was a small island with a lighthouse on it far, far below. It resided at the very bottom of this steep drop and was surrounded by mist spray. The boat tilted over and Noche screamed again.

In seconds, she found herself skipping across the ocean surface, again.

"Oh god damn it!" She shouted.

Noche floated on her back and laid there. A few moments passed before the boat returned and crashed into her head; she scowled. Flipping over she swam towards it and scrambled in – or she would have if her hands didn't slam across the ocean surface like it was a solid object.

She paused, her face scrunching up, as she stared at the water. Noche placed her palms atop the waves and pushed; she raised herself out of the liquid. Her knees held against a solid, gelatin-like sensation. The blonde rose to her feet and even though she almost lost her balance a few times she stood on water.

"Woah... This is cool," she muttered. "Ok dream world. Not bad. Not bad at all. I need to have shit like this happen more often."

With a grin on her face, she walked towards her boat, grabbed it, and dragged the thing behind her as she approached the falls. The ground moved like a treadmill, but now Noche was better prepared to deal with it. She neared the edge of the falls and searched for the island.