"If you're not going to fish, go home!" Those words shocked me, surrounding me like water from all sides. I began to drown in my anxiety, struggling to find air in the embarrassment.
The fishing Prince just looked at me, confused, probably thinking "Why is he so angry?" but he couldn't see that I was slowly sinking, into my abyss.
I suddenly felt a force pull me from the water, and I breathed in the salty air once more. The flimsy wood in my hands was pulling me from the depths of my own mind. "RAISE YOUR ROD!" the black haired prince yelled, and I obeyed, running along the shore with my competition. "You can do it!" the beautiful goddess yelled after me. The prince ran to aid me, and we both fell backward onto the sand.
The line had broken, however, the line of our fate continued, twisting and turning to a point 1000 years later and to a very similar beginning.