A Tale of Two People (OPEN)

His eyes looked at the light of the moon, and then towards his love to his left. His arm wrapped around her, and then he heard a couple giggles. One was a low giggle while the other a high pitched one. He leaned up, he saw two random twelve year olds giggling with paddles in their hands. One of them sent their paddles down on purpose. Ack! Crap! What is he doing!

He whispered, "Two twelve year olds are trying to tip us. One of them is a wood manipulator." His voice was in a mild panic.

He had thought that Amelia had this one in the bag. His hand had tossed the bag beside their boat. Making a spear like glass object out from the bag, their boat began to shake as Valentine's head was under water. A hole had spurted within their boat from the rapid jabs of the javelin. Good. They'll probably sink before they get to shore.

Valentine looked towards Amelia, and started to rush towards her. He wondered fi she had ever learned to swim. Valentine had only learned how to swim when he was thrown into the lake in the eighth grade.

His eyes widened, why had he worried about the kids? He was so into getting them back that he hadn't seen her drowning. He dove down after her. I'm coming! His hand had grabbed her, and then saw that he was being dragged down also. He looked up towards the sky and then saw that the children were going away.

Great! Looking around he saw that they weren't anywhere near the shore. Valentine looked at the hope under him. He was being lifted but then was dropped. She can't control her powers! Valentine had to think, he saw that the floor was no where near. The boat!

The boat was coming down. He started to lift her with him towards the boat. Jumping from the boat to the surface he started to stand on the boat disoriented. The boat was only going to be up for some time.

He saw a vine to the left about ten feet down.

He looked at her, his heart paniced, he had put himself in danger at times, but there hadn't been a time where he put another person, especially a person he knew greatly, in danger.

Valentine looked at the vine and then at his pouch. He formed a thick belt, making himself and Amelia stick tight together. He hoped she wouldn't slip out of the belt. His body lunged itself into the water and her weight was quite astonishingly heavy. He started to sink, but the adrenaline kept him up. The air from him was depleting.

Valentine looked up at the vine, grabbing it, but his fingers, so wet, slipped from it. His body began to sink as the fear in his eyes grew. He looked down and then grew more courage. She won't die.

She just won't.

Grabbing the vine once more he looked up, the moon shining so spitefully on him. The vine was connected to a thick trunk, what a relief. But the vine was growing tight. he began to shimmy up, the tree had hung a bit low, but it was still about seven feet high.

Valentine's muscles flexed as he reached up. Her body was slipping! He was almost there, but instead floated her about a foot onto the tree with the glass belt.

When he released her he didn't see her womb moving. Wait! She wasn't breathing! Valentine's mind raced with thoughts. The adrenaline of his determination pulled him with an invisible force. His lake soaked hands made it to the tree, the weather outside beginning to rain lightly. Great...! He sighed heavily as he lifted himself up. He grabbed a hold of her chest and started to do as he had heard about CPR. Finally health comes in handy He laid her body parrallel to the tree. "You..." He pushed once upon her solar plexus "will..." he said coarsly as water filled his throat as well, "not..." he continued to try to press the water out of her "die!"
Tears were brimming his eyes. Hope coming away from him.