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As I step into the glass box, my heart drops. I do not think I have been this close to my death ever before. In Lenathor we praise life over anything else. We value life at the highest standard and will never do anthing to risk it. It feels so unnatural to risk it all.
I look through all the other boxes and look for Aewewyn. She looks just as frightend. Maybe even more. I feel so bad for her, I know how scared she was for this round. I can't say I wasn't scared. There is something with these Zhairans that scare me off, always has been. Maybe it's their creepy eyes changing color whenever they brew something, maybe it's their unnatural love for liquids. How does one value liquids over life?
Just as I mouth the words you will be okay to Aewewyn, the floors starts to fill up with waters and the ingredients appear in a chest. The only thing that rushes through my head is the list of ingredients I will need, on repeat. I spend the entire night repeating the words, scared I would forget them when I needed them the most. Quickly I gather all the ingredients: frozen apple rasp, several types of weeds, three lightyears old stardurst, the heart of an Araminta, two hairs of a lightfairy and last but not least a tooth from a Fryrvainat. Luckily all the ingredients are here. It takes me some time to find the hairs of the lightfairy, because they are so small there are almost invisible.
I heat up the kettle and put in the ingredients in the correct order and way. The water rises so fast, it scares me. I haven't brew this potion a lot of times, so I will need some time in order to get it perfectly right. I cannot mess this up.
My potion has to sudder for exactly 4 minutes and three seconds, which is a lot of time. I now have time look over my shoulder to Aewewyn and see she is brewing her potion as well. Next to me is a Zhairan, she bends over her kettle, her eyes bright blue, smiling. On the other side of me is the Xesther from my dining table, she seems a bit worried. The water now rises to my waist. The Zhairan already drinks her potion and she suddely shapeshifts into a fish. I see that a Vriasia has done the same thing: kind of unfair when the one thing you can do is shapeshifting. On the other side I see a Vizrabel simply making the chest with ingredients float in the air, so the ingredients are not getting wet.
When the 4 minutes are over, I take the kettle of the fire and instead of drinking the potion, I threw it out, in the water. I see two people looking a bit confused to me, but I smile calm. I see Aewewyn do the exact same thing and another Lenathor does this as well. We are gonna win again. I was so worried about this round and eventhough there are still a lot of things that could go wrong, this a good start. The water is almost at my shoulders now and I shiver because it is so cold. Luckily my clothes are very light and don't weigh me down, like the Xhester next to me.
The water rises and rises and my feet leave the floor as I swim upwards with the water, trying to catch a last breath. I can feel in the water that my potion has worked: it feels softer, smoother. The water almost hugs me instead of trying to kill me. When the box gets so filled with water, I take one last quick but deep breath and then the tank is completely filled. There is no air left. I am slowly starting to panick as I look around me. One dead Tasina, two dead Tasina's, three dead Tasina's.
My lungs burn and I realise I cannot keep holding my breath if I want my potion to work. I let the air in my lungs out and choke on the water. Now my entire body hurts, my feet feel numb, my head gets heavier and everything burns. At the same time though, I feel the potionwater hugging me, flowing through me, flowing through my lungs. I might not be able to breath but I am alive.
I knew that healingwater is strong, but I never knew it was this strong. Everytime I feel like I am going to faint, the water keeps me going. I am trying to let go, to lose the pain, but the potion keeps me awake. My lungs keep buring and I start to scream under water as I see the Elleshall next to me float around in his box, dead but with his eyes wide open, staring right into my soul.
It does not matter how powerful the potion is, if I stay here like this for an hour, my body will not be able to handle all this pain. Just as I thought my body was going to give up, I faint. I sink away in a deep sort of unconsiousness.
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Next thing I know, I am floundering on the ice cold floor, panicked and desperatly trying to catch my breath. My lungs hurt and my head feels light but all I can do is trying to get as much air in my lungs as possible.
A lot of people are standing around me, which makes me feel claustrophobic. I catch eyes with Aewewyn but do not have to the time to be happy she made it out: I am too busy gasping for air. Someone kneels down next to me, the Elder from Zhairan: "Congratulations, we thought you didn't make it," is all the creepy Elder says and with these words he leaves. When I realise I made it through this round, that I survived, I can finally feel something else besides the pain in my lungs: pride. I did it, again.
After a short while I stand up, still short-breathed but my pride takes over. I walk over to Aewewyn and hug her tight. "We thought you were dead," she whispers and I hear her tearing up.
"Is everyone okay?" I ask her. She stays silent. "Is everyone okay?" I repeat as I let go of our hug and look her in the eyes. She starts crying.
"Morwen drowned," she cries and she hugs me tigher. "I saw it happen," she says into my shoulder. "I couldn't help her."
We cry together until someone picks us up and we head back to Oduldale, Aewewyn and I holding hands the entire trip.
When we finally get back into our Wing, we directly head to bed and try to sleep. We don't get out of ours beds until the next morning; missing dinner.
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