Prologue:

Musa's Point of View...


I mustered some power and jumped. I was still stuck in the mud, my feet not moving. I started to panic even more. I was going to drown, I was going to die.

I was going to die.

Not even when I thought I was good as dead did I ever think about death. I never thought about dying, leaving my kids alone, never seeing any of my sisters again. I wanted to see my family again, I wanted to go to my house and just hug everything in sight. I wouldn't give up. I had so many things I still needed to do. I wouldn't give up, I wouldn't ever give up until I was dead.

I looked down at my feet. I was up to my ankles in mud. I looked around me franticly, but only saw black water, like in the depths of the ocean. There was no help around me, I was on my own.

I looked up above me, so close to my escape. I guess humans were right when they said: "So close, but yet so far". I was close to escaping, so close. But I was so far away from getting freed.

I looked back down at my feet. I had a few seconds left, I knew it. I racked my brain to think of some way to get me free. I looked around franticly, starting to thrash around. But it was all no use, I was stuck.

I was going to die.