Kingdom under the sea (Another Kingdom 2)

The moment they both plunged into the water, Miach’s entire body tensed. He instinctively stopped breathing and squeezed his eyes shut. Behind his closed eyelids, he noticed a blinding flash. Saoirse was leading him into the depths, her hand had turned cold and slippery. The pressure of the water was stretching his face. He struggled to free himself, but the only thought that filled his mind was that his life was summed up at that moment. Everything he had fought for in those last days, for his home, his love, his spirit, faded with each meter that he moved away from the surface.

He dug his nails hard into the scaly skin and when he felt the lack of pressure in his hand, he opened his eyes. They stung him for a moment. His body was screaming at him to swim, to get away. But it just froze. Floating on a black background, in a forest of Kelp seaweed, was his wife. She had changed, an ethereal beauty enveloped her. Her clothing had vanished. Her skin was a bluish-white and shimmering, her face seemed to be modelled to look evil even as her golden eyes showed an inner softness. Three gills had appeared on each side of her jaw, opening, and closing with every second. Her bare torso showed firm breasts decorated with pearls that blended in with her long hair. The pearls went down her body until they merged with an iridescent tail that with each movement showed a different colour, blue, purple and white. Miach looked up and put his hand to his throat, his lungs burning. However, before he could move again, his wife’s languid hand took hold of the collar of his linen shirt. Resuming on her path. With his body facing the surface, he could see his arms and legs distended. The moon was still there, calm as if her only job was to illuminate his terror. His body began to lose strength, his head ached from the pressure of the water in his ears. He smiled. Just a few seconds and it would all be over. He might even have a long dream about the life he would have had with his wife. The life he would have had before those despicable pirates attacked. He closed his eyes, flowing with the depth.

A cold invaded his face, part of his chest and felt air in his lungs again. Oh! Dear paradise, he thought. At the same time, a soft voice spoke to him in his mind, forcing him to open his eyes. When he did, she was kissing him.