The Fate Weaver

Chapter 12

Magnus ate little- I doubted that much to be, well, technically a thousand year old man's appetite, but nobody seemed surprised. I had noticed all the while that he ate little from the human world, but it seemed strangely novel.

"We're arriving in England, London a few minutes later," a cool female voice said over the system. "Please make sure that you leave none of your belongings. Thank you."

Sure enough, only a few minutes later, the jet started to fly a little lower, and touched down on the grounds of a field, pressure in my ears muffling out the surrounding noise. Magnus stood up and pulled out my small luggage, packed with things I bought quickly before going on the aero plane, Anna's bag, Terrence's, and Art's.

He slung his own bag over his shoulder, and carried the rest, standing up as the doors of the jet opened slowly.

"I can carry mine," I said, standing up next to him.

Art gave me a queer look. "That's what bodyguards do, Athena."

Watching Magnus carrying our bags, seeming like he was perfectly fine with it, even after being so sick, brought a pang to my heart. This was wrong.

We walked little, before arriving to a small secluded sea of London, the waves lapping softly, the sand so purely yellow, seagulls squawking over our heads.

"The bags were just for display. Inside are papers and rubbish, heavily loaded. We needed to look normal," said Art, as Magnus abandoned our bags by the side of the beach. "I'm glad it's night, and people aren't around. Now, we dive."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"We dive. Senalians do feel air pressure, but not sea pressure. We will be intact even after going in endlessly. You will be able to breathe as well as on land. Please trust us," said Magnus. "I will guid you. Sharks will not harm us either."

I took in a long breath, before nodding. "I choose to trust you."

He eyed me with a grateful look, but the others seemed just very displeased our intimacy.

Together, we walked slowly into the waters, the coldness wrapping around my body, not unpleasantly but like the waves were trying to tickle me like an old friend.

As we walked deeper in, I couldn't help but to feel like we were a bunch trying to commit suicide, a crazy group.

The water was no longer cold, by the time our necks were submerged in. Art raised his hand.

"I will count. Magnus, look after her all the time. One, two, three, dive!"

The water closed around me, and I shut my eyes, holding my breath instinctively.

Here I go.