“Where am I?” I asked nobody in particular as I rocked back and forth.

The last thing I remembered was Correolanus saying _‘You’re destined to bring time back together,’_ or something like that.

Then everything went black.

And now here I was.

“Who’s rowing the boat?” I managed to say.

Then I felt myself turn, and I was cold.

Teal-blue water enveloped me as I sank deep, my lungs screaming for air.

I could practically feel the icy water streaming through my veins as I clawed at it with all of my strength.

And then I was warm.

I let myself grasp onto the warmth, holding tightly to it.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I was cold again.

An icy wind blew harshly, and I reached for the water, wanting to return to the warmth.

A muffled voice whispered to me “It’s ok, it’s ok.”

But it wasn’t, they had taken away my warmth.

“Let me go, please let me go,” I sobbed.

They carried me until I felt sturdy land under my feet, and I found the strength to finally open my eyes.

I didn’t get a chance to see my rescuer before I was dropped on a grainy, soft, and slightly wet patch of land.

Sand.

I was on a beach.

I closed my eyes, weakness overcoming me.

When I woke again, I found the strength to sit.

A blazing fire crackled near me, and I crept towards it, my hands red with cold.

My hair was messy, and I could feel grains of sand in uncomfortable places, but only one question itched at me like nothing else.

_Who had rescued me?_

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I examined the area around me, looking for any trace that someone else had been there.

Nothing.

No footprints, disturbed grass, not even a hint that someone else was there.

Which meant that I was alone.

I tried not to panic, so I stood. I was on the beach, and just a few feet away grass grew with trees popping up around it, and small mountains beyond.

I had to do something, someone had rescued me, and I was determined to find them.