The Borealis Prophecy

Chapter Three - Struck

I did not succumb to my death as I thought I would. I screamed until my body was sucked under the waters current. My eyes shot open while I was pulled under and I blinked a few times. There was no way of knowing how deep I was or what was around me. Comfort was foreign and out of reach in the void darkness. My feet wrapped around a brush of seaweed. The water helped it to wrap round my legs gently unrestricting as I kicked my feet to reach the surface.

I felt like a box of matches flooded in the rain. I kicked my legs until they grew sore and burned. My lungs felt like someone was wringing them out like a cloth as I swam up.

When I bobbed back up, I gasped for air and began treading water to stay above the ripples. I caught a low angled shadow swimming towards me. Startled, I swam for shore, which was quite a bit away. My imagination went from alligators to Trackers until I heard a silky smooth voice echo from behind me.

"Will you slow down?" It was a guy's voice. "You could be seriously hurt."

This made me swim faster once I became aware that we were alone in a lake... and I was still naked.

"Looks like I'm swimming fine," I almost yelled. "So you can stop chasing me and go away."

"I'm not going anywhere until I make sure you're okay," he insisted.

I tried to swim faster.

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"Seriously?" he asked emotionlessly, as he watched me flail about in the water. Struggling as my breath became rough trying to get away from him.

I couldn't hear splashing from behind me anymore. I stopped swimming and turned around to an empty vast lake. I began treading water silently wondering what happened to him. I almost decided to swim over to make sure he was okay, but I decided against it. I shrugged figuring he had taken my advice and swam off.

I turned around and his shadowed face soundlessly emerged from the waters staring into my eyes.

"Hi," he smirked.

I gasped as his eyes had shocked me the most. His violet-blue encrusted eyes stood out the most. I almost forgot to cover myself as my eyes focused on them. They were so hypnotizing. I couldn't stop staring.

"You," I couldn't manage to say anything else when his eyes flashed at me. He blinked once and the memory of the previous winter dawned over me, when I dropped all my cue cards and failed a major assignment because of his surprise visit.

I shoved him, "What do you want? Why are you following me?"

His eyes stared into me as I treaded there. I felt like he was peeling back my outer layer and staring into the core of me, my soul.

"Turn. Around," I demanded. He did so without questioning or acting awkward. I needed to figure out how to get away from him, to at least put enough distance between us so he couldn't see me.

"Last time I checked, you've been the one chasing me," he teased me as I swam back a little bit.

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "I chase you because you're stalking me. It's not cute or romantic, it's insane and weird."

He pulled off his powder white shirt and threw it backwards for me to catch. I slipped it on and treaded there staring at the back of his neck while his pale winter white back waned from the ripples in the water. His shirt was long and heavy, but as it floated gracefully in the water, you could have sworn that I was flying in the undulant waters.

"If you turn around and swim straight, there should be lower grounds you can hoist yourself up on," he admitted, "It's getting dark, you should probably get back to wherever it was you were."