The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes admist the darkness, the calm waves of sleep washing over him as he took deep breaths in and out.
When he opened his eyes, there was nothing around him, besides darkness and a vast body of water.
Lancelot froze with cold and fear. The darkness terrified him, the body of water he found himself sink in frightened him to death.
He began to struggle, flapping his hands and legs to make it to the surface of the water.
Suddenly, he felt someone touch his feet. Lancelot looked behind him.
He saw his face, Bran.
Bran had a reassuring smile on his face. A smile that seemed to say "everything would be okay."
For a moment, there was hope.
His brother would save him now.
Nothing of that sort happened. Lancelot continued to
