Well this is my first attempt at a non-spectrobes piece of fan fiction. This took me an hour and a half to write. Reviews are welcome. (Man, am I brain dead.)
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"Lloyd!" Came the startled shout. Lloyd was falling, falling farther and farther from the group. It had been a simple accident, starting with Colette tripping. Lloyd had lunged to grab her as she was rather close to the edge of the cliff, managing to keep Colette from going over the edge. Then he had made a very bad mistake and had taken a step back to recover his balance and his foot met nothing but thin air. He then started on his downward journey. Nobody could move fast enough to grab him as he went over the edge.
"Colette no!" Raine shouted as she grabbed the chosen's wrist. Colette fought against Raine's grasp, trying to go after Lloyd to help him.
"Let me go" she howled as she tugged as hard as she could.
"Kratos!" she heard Genis yelp, although she dwell on it as Regal had gone behind her and seized her in a bear hug. Raine let go of the wrist she held as Colette fought Regal's grasp, saying "Let me go! Let me go! Lloyd! Lemme go!"
Lloyd was falling faster now, getting closer to the dark water below him. He felt light as a downy feather. He couldn't help it, he relaxed. The air rushing around his body felt right, like it was meant to be. Then he hit the water and the feeling was gone, replaced by an all-consuming terror that confused his thoughts. He thrashed, the water slowing his every move. The shock of going from the sensation of flying to that of plunging into ice cold water was so bad that he forgot how to swim. His lungs burned from the lack of air, and the water channeled the muffled noises of his desperation as he clawed at the water. First one bubble, then two, then many more began to escape from his mouth as his motions slowed. Black crept around the edges of his vision. He gave a single weak thrash before he stopped moving, giving the last few bubbles freedom. As the rest of his vision faded he could have sworn that he saw someone coming towards him.
What happened was that Kratos had climbed down the cliff face then dived into the water. He couldn't fly in front of the group and that had cost him valuable time. What he saw froze his heart. Lloyd was gently sinking with his arms outstretched, his eyes open but unseeing, and his mouth also open. Kratos managed in his state to swim down to Lloyd and loop an arm around Lloyd's chest, before he started upwards, pulling Lloyd's limp form with him. Kratos broke the surface, inhaling air in gulps. With quick strokes he made his way to a thin strip of land that served a shore. He dragged both his own body and Lloyd's on to the ground, before he gently settled Lloyd in front of him.
"Lloyd. Lloyd, wake up!" Kratos pleaded while patting Lloyd's cheek. Lloyd's eyes where now closed, his chest not rising or falling, or giving any sign of life. Kratos pressed two of his fingers to Lloyd's neck hoping for a pulse. He found one, but one so weak that it felt like it was about to stop without warning. Kratos knew that he had to get Lloyd breathing now or he would die. He couldn't let Lloyd die, not his son, he couldn't survive another loss like when he lost Anna. He tilted Lloyd's head back, and then pressed his mouth on top of Lloyd's and breathed for him, one breath, two breaths. He checked Lloyd's pulse and found that it was even weaker. He tried again. Again the pulse was weaker than before. He tried a third time. No pulse.
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No this is not the end, and no this is not going to be a tragic story. I like Lloyd too much to kill him off! Now would you please write a review?