Chapter 6
Hestaphus
I tensed up a bit. I didn’t understand at the time. I was moving, but not of my own free will, or by the water. I was moving up. It seems impossible, but it is true. I was moving up. I was freaking out, but tried to keep still so whoever it was didn't notice how I was completely dry and still miraculously alive. I doubt that they would find that normal. I started rising faster, and after a few more seconds, I was on dry land. I stayed completely still, hoping they wouldn't check on me. But they did. They walked over, thinking about Ned. Calling him a bliksem, no less. It is a bit hazy, but this person was thinking this VERY furiously. I lay still for about 5 more seconds, then curiosity got the better of me. I had to see who my rescuer was. I opened my eyes. The girl was standing above me, eyes wide.
“You!" I exclaimed, sitting up quickly. “What are you doing here?!" She kept staring at me.
“What am I doing here!?" She finally replied. “How are you still alive?!" You've been underwater for hours and you're completely dry!" She yelled. “I thought that I was the only one who could do that." She said quietly. Now it was my turn to stare.
“Well, I was underneath there for more than a few hours, but, wait! You can do that too?" I asked. “Breathe underwater and come out completely dry?" She nodded, looking a bit frazzled. This was just getting way too weird. This was too much. I fainted.
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When I woke up again, I was in the infirmary. There was a nurse standing above me. I sat up, wondering how I had gotten there.
“Well," said the nurse. “Seems as if you hit your head pretty hard when you fell." I looked at him, confused. “Don't you remember?" He asked. “Some girl that found you. Said you had fallen and hit your head. Pretty, too." The girl! She must have made something up to explain why I was unconscious. Then I remembered. She was like me! I wondered what else she could do. She must have somehow moved me out of the water without touching me. Maybe, I didn’t really feel it. The nurse left, and the girl came in. She walked over, seeming a bit uncomfortable. “Are you feeling ok?" She asked. I nodded. She smiled, and I realized that she hadn't actually said anything. She was testing me! Checking to see if I could do what I said I could. “You’re, sad. Why?” I asked. It was the only thing I could tell, and only because it was strong. It was a deep, painful sadness, that almost never went away.
“My mother. She left me 6 months ago. I don’t know where she is.” She replied
sadly. “I never knew my father." I completely understood. She went on. “It's horrible. We were fighting, and I left. When I came back, she was just gone. There was no trace of her anywhere. This necklace is the only thing I have left of her." I nodded. It was the same with me, except I never saw Father anyway. Our parents had even left around the same time. Why didn't anything ever make sense with her?
“Same here” I said. But I didn’t say it. Not out loud at least. She seemed confused for a moment, then she understood.
