“Where am I?” I ask nobody in particular as I rock 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 manage to say.

Then I feel myself turn, and I’m cold.

Teal-blue water envelopes me as I sink deeper, my lungs screaming for air.

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

And then I’m warm.

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

Strong arms wrap around my waist, and I’m cold again.

An icy wind blows harshly, and I reach for the water, wanting to return to the warmth.

A muffled voice whispered to me “We need to get to safety, it’s ok.”

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

“Let me go, please let me go,” I sob.

They carry me until I feel sturdy land under my feet, and I find the strength to finally open my eyes.

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

Sand.

I’m on a beach.

I close my eyes, weakness overcoming me.

When I wake again, I find the strength to sit.

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

My hair is messy, and I can 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 examine the area around me, looking for any trace that someone else had been here.

Nothing.

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

Which meant I’m alone.

I try not to panic, so I stand. I’m on the beach, and just a few feet away grass grew with trees popping up around it, and small mountains beyond.

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