The Girl From The Sky

Chapter 11: The Depths of Desperation

Anastasia Johnson's heart raced as she walked alongside her friends - Clarke Griffin, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, and Octavia Blake - on their journey to Mount Weather. The air was thick with anticipation and uncertainty as they navigated through the dense forest.

The group had been trekking for hours, their determination unwavering despite the challenging terrain. But as they neared a small river, they instinctively halted, as if an invisible force had compelled them to stop.

Confusion etched across Anastasia's face as she turned to Clarke. "Why did we stop?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Clarke's expression was one of annoyance, her brows furrowed. "This is not supposed to be here," she muttered, her voice laced with frustration. Her gaze fell upon the flowing water, her instincts warning her of an unseen danger lurking beneath its surface.

Octavia, always the fearless adventurer, walked closer to the water's edge, her curiosity piqued. She extended her foot to test the shallows, unaware of the impending peril. Without warning, the river seemed to come alive, swirling and churning around her ankles, pulling her further into its depths.

Anastasia's heart skipped a beat as she witnessed Octavia being dragged under. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the water, her eyes filled with sheer terror. She was about to dive in when Monty, his voice filled with concern, grabbed hold of her, preventing her from endangering herself.

"Let me go, Monty! I need to save Octavia!" she pleaded desperately, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. She struggled against his grip, her eyes never leaving the spot where Octavia had vanished.

Monty's grip tightened, his voice filled with a mix of compassion and caution. "Anastasia, it's not safe. There's something wrong with the water. We need to find another way to help Octavia."

Frustration welled up within Anastasia, her eyes welling up with tears as she fought against Monty's unyielding grasp. She could see the concern in his eyes, understanding the weight of her desperation. Yet, he held her back, knowing the danger that awaited beneath the treacherous surface.

Clarke, always the voice of reason, rushed to Anastasia's side. Her voice was urgent, commanding attention amidst the chaos. "Anastasia, we can't risk losing more lives. We need to think of a plan, a way to save Octavia without endangering ourselves."

Anastasia's shoulders slumped, her body trembling with a mix of fear and helplessness. She knew Clarke was right, but her heart ached for her friend trapped beneath the water's depths. She glanced at Jasper, her best friend since childhood, silently pleading for his help.

Jasper, a beacon of unwavering loyalty, understood Anastasia's unspoken plea. Determination flickered in his eyes as he shed his outer layers, preparing himself for the perilous dive. Without uttering a word, he dove into the water, disappearing beneath the surface in search of Octavia.

Time stretched on, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Anastasia's heart pounded in her chest, her mind filled with a mix of fear and hope. She clung to the belief that Jasper, with his courage and resilience, would find Octavia and bring her back to safety.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jasper emerged from the water, his face etched with exhaustion and triumph. In his arms, he cradled a battered

and trembling Octavia, her face a ghostly pale reflection of her former self.