A hundred years later there is a storm.

A man by the name of Alaude is desperately kicking, clawing upwards through the turbulent water.

Lightning strikes, flashing brightly enough to cast light down through the water as dim, reaching fingers for a split second. The shadow of a ship drifts gently down into suffocating darkness below him, slow moving but so quickly swallowed up.

Alaude is too deep down, was caught inside the cabin when it sunk and got thrown around by the gush of water until he was left dazed and out of breath.

Alaude is too deep down and he's not going to make it to the surface. He knows that, yet he doesn't stop fighting the pull downward.

But he's so tired.

A glint of light, something silver, flickers at the edge of his vision. Alaude turns and sees a mockery of his own visage staring back at him from the darkness.