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Lame. Tisha blushed while Ravyn thought it was funny, even though what he had said seemed to have a reason for it. Even so, the purple-haired girl continued to force herself to the point of drowning, disrupting Erios' sleep several times. Ravyn jumps into the pool during her break to read underwater, with worry clinging to her mind. ...Almost every candidate accomplished feats that appeared to be the work of superhumans. Will these kinds of practices be enough?... Oh, this book has a 'Water Resistant 30 m' label too. This is the first time I have seen it in the book...

I approached one shelf and found a journal labelled: Hydros: The Lost Line of Water Sorcerers. I pulled it out. The moment I opened the first page, the water symbol glowed faintly. Inside, it read: Some high-level water sorcerers can manipulate memory and time through mist. My chest turned to ice. Logic snapped instantly to Morpheus—and to the bizarre things I had experienced since my second chance at life. “Lulu.” Caspian’s voice sliced through the silence, freezing me. The book almost slipped from my fingers. I lifted my head slowly and there he was—Caspian—standing in the doorway. His whole body tense, jaw clenched, blue eyes burning into mine like a tidal wave ready to crash.

Merging into the liquid tapestry, I dream of a day when I will fully join the lives of those around me, free from the shadow of disconnection. As I arrived at the pool and peeled off my winter layers, I couldn't help but notice the transformation that took over me. Dressed in my swimsuit, I feel lighter, like a shimmering snowflake ready to melt into its element. The chlorinated water welcomes me like an old friend, cradling me as I plunge in, letting the surface tension break, and my heart beat in sync with the gentle rhythm. Water whispers secrets, promising acceptance and connection, echoing the belonging I desperately seek on land.

I said and Silvia went off I went into the bathroom when it was ready and sat in the warm water reading a book. Don't lie I know some of you do that too! I put down my book after a while and lowered myself down into the water and sat still for a while. I came back up and wiped the water off my face with my hand and shook my hair sending water everywhere. I went Willow Smith! I slowly got out the water letting the water run down my body then wrapped my waist in a towel and walked out with my hair dripping and water running down on me. Royalty was there by the time I got out and she looked a little scared. Royalty's POV

My mind held one image before dark: pages fluttering in a bookstore window, that unfinished story waiting. Crashing into the water didn't feel cinematic. It tore through me, sudden, brutal. Ice-cold shards punched out every breath. Gagging, I swallowed thick with motor slime and rot. It never once crossed my mind to struggle. Limbs turned heavy, useless. Thinking grew thick, warped, distant. Last thing I remember thinking while sinking into cold black water-no flashbacks, no loved ones popping up, nothing about the guy who shoved me off the dock. A story came alive on those pages.

She reached out her hand to touch the cold, slightly sticky surface of the water. "Praewa! Don't touch the water in the tank!" It shouted instinctively. He remembered Rule #11, which he had just read in the notebook. But it was too late. Praewa's fingertips had already touched the surface of the murky green water! "Rule number 11... Do not touch the water in the fish tanks!"

she ordered. The water was black, thick, and alive. When I lowered myself into it, it clung to my skin like tar, pulling me deeper, whispering in a hundred voices at once. My breath caught as the surface closed over my chest. The bowl wasn’t just water…it was a mouth, a womb, a coffin. Dina began the incantation. Her words coiled around me like chains, seeping into the water, binding it to me. She sprinkled powders across the surface, each spark hissing into smoke that sank beneath my skin. My body burned and froze all at once.

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Lola pushes me inside the water. The water’s cold grip seizes me the instant I land in it. My life as a ten year old flashes before me plunging me into the depths of my worst nightmare. My lungs constrict, my scream trapped within. I hear laughter. The world blurs, the surface, a distant mocking beacon. Memories like a phantom hand claw me, the echoes of a forgotten terror resurfacing with a cruel clarity. Each ripple whispers a chilling tale of my past I've been desperately trying to outrun as the water claims me. Inch by inch in the most agonizing manner.

He was torn even then, a Beta caught in the middle of his sister and his Alpha pack. Don't worry, Micah," Ash said, walking towards me. "We're just being nice. Right, little Omega?" He took the book from me and flipped through its pages with a bored expression. "History of the Silverfang Pack. How exciting. Don't you have something better to study. you know, how to be a good Omega? Maybe some recipe book on cooking?" My breath was stuck in my throat. "Give it back, Ash.". He pretended to think about it, then shrugged, and with a careless flick of the wrist, knocked the book into a standing puddle of water from a dripping pipe. It splatted down with a pitiful sound. The pages instantly starte