FYSH: Diving Deeper.

Chapter One: Seated at the Beginning (Pt 2)

A golden city within the waters, with shining towers and dandelion-coloured tops. So far away, that the image was a tiny, glowing vision. But still, close enough for me to see each detail, close enough for me to see the beauty of this magnificent palace. But here, my eyes were blurring, burning tears melting and joining the suddenly sharp water. My hand grasped at the vision in front of me, the beautiful golden fountain spurting an opalescent viridian liquid into the surrounding tub. Women swam around it, their legs moving fast, resembling tails, tapping their slender pale fingers into the liquid and sighing. The last thing I saw before I awoke was this.

The beautiful fluid slid down their arms and dissipated into the water, or perhaps into their bodies, and the women's forms began altering. A slight sheen had replaced their already pearly skin. Their hair had transformed from a blonde flow into spun gold. Their eyes more dewy and circular, their lips tightening into a full pouty kiss, and their bodies firming, becoming more toned and taut, lengthening where length should be added, curves where curves should be and some sort of rich gloss rolling over their bodies, giving them glowing, radiant skin. I sighed, and I didn't even care that I could see the bubbles dripping from my mouth and into the water. My last droplets of oxygen. I didn't care. My fingers scraped into the water, futile, as I hysterically tried to cling onto this wondrous apparition.

But by then, I was gone.

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"Hey, wake up." I was shaken back into reality, as two supple hands and a warm voice gripped me and I woke up, in a slight fit.

"What?" I gasped.

"We're here."

Big brown eyes switched from a deep worrisome stare to a look of tension as he turned away from me and looked out of the coach, and out the door.

"We're here." He said, "We're finally here."

I lifted my head, realizing that no one was in the coach except me. Rescue-boy had stayed behind to wake me up. I, too, stared over to where the boy was staring, to find myself totally immersed in the object in front of me.

A bleak gray building towered in front of us as we crept towards it. Rising out of the coach, I noticed several children walking towards the building with the same fixed look of fear and apprehensiveness on their faces. Some of them looking only seven or eight. I was astonished to be looking over these kids, realising that I was probably one of the oldest there. Once all the kids had filed out of the coaches, we stood huddled in front of the unwelcoming doors. And, as if we had all made the same decision at the same time, we took a step forward, and leaned over to open the door.

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