Care's POV:

I dove into the ocean, ignoring the shrill cries passengers screamed out to me. I only had one thing on my mind: I had to get them back. I had to get the ones I care about back. Not again. It can never happen again. I felt the pain in my heart spread to my chest, making my coughing grow harder.

I could see flashes everywhere. I could see the man and woman coming back home, their children waiting for them; their children anticipating the return of their parents. The two children, a toddler and an infant, crowded next to a family of three, a mother and her two children. The woman soothed each of the two as they whined and cried, wanting their parents to come home sooner.

Their parents never came back.

I dragged each of the children's hands to the shore, and latched them onto a board floating around in the cold water. I dove back in, with the fur pulling me down. I ignored it, and kept on swimming to the quickly disappearing hand of my little brother. I grabbed his hand, and dragged him up to the air too. I felt my lungs fill with more of the salty water, and I gasped for air. I broke the surface, and the boats were coming our way. I pushed Albert onto a wooden raft, and shoved him the opposite direction of the boat, pushing myself towards it.

The horns blared, and I was pulled down into the deepest part of the ocean again. I clawed at my throat, struggling to breathe. Unbuttoning the vest, I tried to climb up the wall of air to the surface, only to get pulled down by darkness. Fear enveloped me, and I started to panic. What if-what if Albert falls? What if this was for nothing? I push myself harder, and whimper, the binds of Fear wrapping around me like a soothing blanket. I shook my head of the thoughts raging like the waves of this shipwreck, and so I just.

Let.

Go.

I was dying. I could feel it in my soul. I was slowly dissolving, and I could see the water clearing up more, until it turned to total darkness. At least I was able to save him. At least I was able to make sure he was safe.

I was dead.

300 Years Later- Care's POV:

"Wake up, child," I heard, and my eyes fluttered open to see a broad-shouldered man with a huge beard, and his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder. Two huge swords were glittering; strapped to his back, and there was a teenage guy next to him, with spiky brown hair and warm brown eyes. He had a brown cloak that flowed down to right below his shoulders, and a white shirt that was down to his wrists. He had on fur leggings, with no shoes on. I looked at him with my head cocked to the side, and he looked back at me with laughter and happiness glittering in his warm brown eyes. He reminded me of someone I knew, but the pictures were so blurry. I couldn't remember anything anymore. All I knew was that I shouldn't be here. All I knew was that I was supposed to be dead.

"S-shouldn't you be cold?" I stuttered, and immediately shivered at the cold breeze in the icy climate. The man with the swords looked at the boy with surprise in his eyes, and he turned back to me before enveloping me in a blanket. "W-what're you doing?!" I shrieked, and draped it over the boy with my teeth chattering. "He should be c-cold!" I protested, and the boy looked at me with pure surprise in his eyes. "You have p-pretty brown eyes..." I murmured, and the boy's eyes widened again.

"I don't have brown eyes." He argued, giving me back the blanket. I could feel my cheeks turn into a purplish color because of the cold, but I gave him a warm smile after giving him the blanket, before seeing a seal struggling to be freed by an orca whale. I started to stumble to the scene, with my legs shaky without using them for a while. I fell on my face in front of the whale, and the seal yelped before being dragged into the ocean. My eyes widened, and crimson gushed out to the surface. I could still see the seal's eyes with fear, and I dove in.

The orca was thrashing it around, much to the seal's hurt and protest. I pulled her from the whale's tight grasp, and she cowered in my arms. I started to swim back to the surface, and after I released the seal onto the icy ground, the whale bit down on my ankle, making me cry out in pain. I was dragged back down, and I started to struggle again. I couldn't die again. I had to save it.

A greenish goldish light glowed deep within me, and the orca was flown up to the surface, making me fly up with it. It slammed down on the ice, with a hoarse moan before staying motionless. I started back to it, and let out a squeak to find it was dead. I started to tremble, and I could hear someone's cold voice in my mind.

What you fear most... I see. You fear that you'll not go up to expectations... that you're going to be too late. The voice laughed, and it stopped before black sand exploded from the whale's carcass. I see that you have a rare fear, indeed. Not many may think of things that way... A tasty fear, I would say. The blackened sand formed into a man, causing the seal to leap behind me, and the other two humans to rush towards us. The man had cold golden eyes, and I clenched my fists at the sight of his horrible aura around him. The boy with brown eyes lightly rested his hand on my shoulder, and guided me away from him. Before I could turn around, I saw the image of my death played in my head. Don't you ever wonder- what could've happened if you hadn't saved your poor little brother? He could've died- yet you lived a perfectly happy life without him. He would be watching you with a sad face, watching the life that he could never have...

"Get out of my head!" I screamed at him, making a gold and green aura swirl around me, and the seal cowering behind the old man with the swords. I looked at him with anger-filled eyes, but they were emptied immediately when I saw a figure. Who was he? Was I supposed to know who he was? Was he who the man was talking about? "Who...who are you?" I muttered, before I collapsed on my knees, at his small level. I couldn't see him anymore. He wasn't really there- he had died long ago.

I saw flashes in my mind of the boy jumping around, chiding for me-a girl who was my age- to go faster, wanting me to jog to the next door house. I heard the boy's voice 'C'mon Carrie, we'll be late!' I could see his chocolaty brown eyes stare into my green ones, urging me to laugh with him, to be happy with him. I saw myself crying alone on the steps of our house, when I was so much smaller. I could hear the wail of the baby boy as he was swimming in the icy cold sea of denial and despair. I felt all of these things, all of these memories; come back to me like falling off a horse into the ground. I felt myself fall forward, my eyes closing and my tears falling from my eyes. Who was he?

The last thing I remember was the boy's eyes turning from a brown to an icy blue.