Rowan stood in the water and watched the old man's struggles become weaker and weaker. And when Roga finally disappeared under the thrashing waves, Rowan dived into the water and was swallowed up by it.
Alka sat on the sandy beach and waited with bated breath. When a blond head emerged, he was finally able to breathe. Rowan was safe. It wasn't like his wild imagination where the sea hag had caught both the old man and Rowan.
The anti mage was sopping wet when he dragged the old man out of the water. Roga coughed and hacked water out of his lungs while he was pulled along like luggage. Rowan dumped him on the sand and stood before the hacking man.
Silence stretched between them while Roga was given a reprieve. When his wretched coughing subsided, the anti mage crouched next to his prone form.
"What did it feel like to helplessly drown when someone could have saved you?" Rowan asked the old man.
