Something unseen yanked me below as if I were prey caught in the jaws of a great white shark. I was getting pulled into the depths.
By now, I knew better than to resist.
After the fire and wind quadrant had taught me the futility of fighting against the elements, I allowed the current to take me.
I let go. The moment I surrendered, I was not only not suffocating due to a lack of oxygen, but I also no longer felt like I was being dragged—instead, I was guided. Water had its own will, just like wind, but where wind was erratic, water seemed to be moving with intent.
It had a purpose.
I opened my eyes.
The world around me was vast and endless, yet light still filtered through to the great depths. These lights were somewhat distorted by the ever-moving tides churning above and around me. The deeper I descended, the darker the waters became, yet I felt no fear.
Water was not my enemy.
