Drowning was an awful feeling, water rushing into your lungs pushing out the oxygen that had once been plentiful. But it was also cruel in a way, the air above you had plenty of air all you needed to do was reach up, all you needed was for your head to break the surface. Then you could gasp in deep lungfuls of this precious substance, that's all he needed to do.
But he couldn't.
Or perhaps he should perhaps say that being drowned was a horrible feeling, the tight clammy but firm hands had wrapping around his throat forcing his head under the water holding him there for what felt like an eternity. Soft bubbles of air flew from his lips seemingly in slow motion, the tinny lake water poured down his throat and he had no way he could stop it. His throat burned as if it wasn't water but red hot lava pouring into him, and his vision was getting darker by the second. In the beginning he had fought back, he had thrashed and jerked against the ruthless hold of his soon-to-be killer. But now his limbs felt as if they were made of lead dragging him further and further into the permanent sleep of death, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he would go to heaven, after all Sylas hadn't done anything majorly wrong in his short life. He had gone to high school, he had gotten good grades and graduated like everyone else in his class before getting a job.
Sylas wasn't an extremely religious person but he wasn't bad, so why did he have to die? It seemed like this was a question that wouldn't be answered as his body lifelessly dipped back into the water sinking below the chilly lapping water, why him? Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair.
His light blue eyes slipped shut for the last time and he died beneath the cold waters of the freezing lake, never to be seen again.
But he didn't stay like that, under the full moon as his body sank deeper and deeper a clawed webbed hand curled around his chest pulling him that much closer to the unknown entity and deeper into the dark murky depths. This was his fate, after all water elementals were rare and were only made one certain way. Dead by the very liquid that gave them life. They say fate is a bitch and they couldn't be more right about this.
A new energy rushed into the every pore of Slyas' body, it changed him and it molded his human body into one more susceptible to holding the power of thousands of oceans, to have the power of a million rushing currents running through him. He floated back to the surface, his tan skin was no more now replaced with a snow white pallor, his deep raven black hair had changed to a sickly green color; the color of algae, and his once beautiful sky blue eyes opened slowly revealing the slitted blue eyes of a tameless beast that could not and would not bend to anyone's will ever again.
He was reborn.
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