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The current was strong, but I was stronger. My arms cut through the salty water like blades and I dropped and shifted with the waves, evading every current that sought to own me. My wings were like two dorsal fins at my back, and as a massive wave made to crest over me, they slammed themselves wide against it, throwing me into the air where I somersaulted and then dove into the breach.
My wings flattened against my body, and I plunged deeper and deeper. The pressure in my lungs growing as the water pressed in around them.
How deep could I go? How far could I push myself? Nothing mattered. Not the pain in my lungs or the tunnelling of my vision or the heat building in my face and hands. Nothing. I would push myself into oblivion and then there would be darkness.
Cold hands su
