Of course, out of all places, my energy runs out over sea.
I fall, my wings fading in a flash of light, and hit the waves painfully.
At least it’s close to the beach. I can make it if I try.
It’s not until I claw my way back into the surface, that I notice something in the sky.
I look up, as the unknown object crashes into my face and sends me gulping for air as water rushes in through my nose and mouth again. I’m tangled in something-- I hear a boy’s voice: “Syl!”-- as I fight for the surface.
But the boy who’d fallen on top of me isn’t letting go, he’s holding on desperately, no matter how many times I kick him in my struggle for surface air.
We finally break through the waves, and I’m spluttering out water as the boy hugs my shoulders, still not letting go.
“Let-- go!” I snap, trying to push him away.
“Are you crazy?” He yells. “I can’t swim!”
"That’s not my problem! Look, I can’t-- " the water pulls us back in, a wave rocks us, and then I’m spluttering out water again, desperately trying to stay afloat. The boy’s grip is choking me, it’s tight around my neck, when I can hardly breathe already. “Let go!”
We’re so close to the beach! Wait-- where is the beach? I struggle to turn around, and see it again, now on my right.
Because I don’t have the strength to fight the boy off, I start swimming.
The waves help us, a little. They wash towards the shore, making the swim easier, before they rock back again, making it less easier.
But we make it, after a lot of struggling.
I crawl onto the sand, collapsing at the edge of the waves.
The boy is still not getting off of me, and as I heave for breath, I turn around, toppling him off.
“Oh,” he says, hitting the ground. I watch him, as he sits up, struggling to get his long hair out of his face. Then he looks at me, grinning. “Sylvie!”
I lunge at him, and we’re scuffling in the sand, with what little strength we have left after the cold sea water had sapped it away.
Eventually, I land a punch on his jaw, and roll off of him.
“That,” I pant. “Is what you get for almost killing me. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet. Once I get my breath, you’re gonna die.”
He laughs-- yes, after all that, he laughs to my face.
I lunge at him again, but this time he doesn’t struggle, and in the end, I’m just sitting on top of him, deciding whether or not to kill him. I’m tired from the fight at the stadium, but I’m sure I can muster up enough magic to put him in a hospital for a couple of months.
“You haven’t changed, have you?” He says, laughing again.
That earned him another punch in the face, before I drag him up by his collar so I can see him better.
“Do I know you?” I growl. I’m not usually this violent-- but I guess spending some time in that wizard guild started to rub off on me. After barely escaping that place with my life, and then having to deal with this guy-- I’m pretty sure my anger’s justified.
He rubs at his split lip, licking off the blood. I pause, as I watch his skin heal in front of me.
But he has no aura, so he shouldn’t have magic. But then how–
“Are you… a genie?” I ask.
His face brightens, and he nods. “Do you remember now?”