From the depths of Hell - Part 2
“Olin!” A torrent water bubbled up to the surface, and she briefly caught a glance of the mage before he sank back under. Don’t -- please don’t be dead. Clasping her hands together, she dove into the water and propelled forward. The Elixir was strong, powerful magic itself, and with determination, she plunged downward as he the sea engulfed him. The metal in her body rumbled and poked at her skin, as the pressure grew greater and greater, but with one final push her fingertips grazed his, and frantically she grabbed hold of his wrist. His tired body was giving out. The pressure from the water’s depth, the lack of oxygen, the over expenditure of magic, she had to get him to the surface, and fast. She wrapped an arm tightly around his chest, and with determination, dragged him to the surface, all the way to the inlet where she lay his body on the beach, willing him to breath, to be okay. She leaned her ear to his chest. “Breathe, breathe, breathe… Please… be okay, just be okay” She stroked the hair from his forehead, and like she’d seen done with a small full elf who’d once fallen through the ice, tilted his head back and blew breath into his lips, pausing to look for the rise of his breathing, a sign. “Breathe!” She demanded, once again adding her own breath to his lungs, checking for motion again. “I SAID BREATHE!” She pressed hard on his abdomen, and a great big spurt of water came burbling out, deep set choking noises coming forth with intensity.
“Olin! She said, relieved, helping as he rolled to his side to spit out more water, she gently rubbed the well defined muscles of his perfect back. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”
Olin gasped and coughed. Wet cold and tired the only warmth he felt was from his mistress. He was to tired to know who but he knew. His mistress had him and he was going to be okay.
She held his head in her lap , gently running her fingers over his scalp, as he gathered his strength. Cali, love of his life, the center of his universe, gone. “I’m so sorry,” she cooed softly, comfortingly as she could muster. “She couldn’t be saved.”
As his strength was regaining, her thoughts went to the others. Tiella, Balar, even the full elf. She stood, wide eyed looking at the horizon, an exhausted Olin at her feet when the ice flow came into sight. Relief washed over her. She still had enough elixir to feel she could easily defeat the Jotunn, but truth be told, that was enough fighting for the half elf for one day. The Jotunn would need wait his turn.