Converging of Fates

Elsteba was hanging on to the boy's neck for dear life. He was swimming on the surface of the water at speeds she didn't think possible, and as a result she had difficulties in staying on his back. The freezing morning water didn't help matters at all.

They were about halfway to the shack when the boy suddenly stopped. Grateful as she was to regain her grip around his shoulders, still she was a little worried at his sudden halt.

"What's going on?" she asked hesitantly.

For an answer, he stuck his head under the water, almost submerging them both. He was looking for something.

Just then, there was a shaking tremor almost directly beneath them. The boy brought his head out of the water with a scared look on his face. that, more than the tremors, scared Elsteba. If this wasn't something the boy was accustomed to, it apparently wasn't supposed to happen.

The water began to bulge, with them at the crest of the mound. Higher and higher the water rose, until they could easily see the top of the hill they had come from, as well as the shack they were going to. If Elsteba had chosen to look over the edge, she would have seen the mound's sides were almost vertical.

When they were almost willing to jump off, the mound burst, spraying water in every direction. A wave crashed town onto the island and the shore alike, destroying everything in its path. Elsteba and the boy fell sideways into the salty lake, landing with a crash into the wakes.

When the mound had completely fallen, there was a floating figure in the air where it was, standing on a board, with two luminescent partners standing on either side of him.