Thrum.. Thrum.. Thrum..

I could feel something warm on my chest and on my lips, but I was too far into the darkness to recognize what the feeling was.

Thrum.. Thrum.. Thrum..

Ouch. I could feel the water finally exiting my lungs, but it brought unbelievably pain to my throat. As I opened my red stained eyes, I saw a blurry shape above me. As my eyes began to focus, I realized it was a boy. Probably around my age, 17 or 18. He had sandy blonde hair, with a long face and a pointed jaw. His eyes were an emerald green, and he was wearing khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt.

"Who are you?" I said, but instead it came out as "Wu aa woo?" Because my throat was so sore from the salt water.

He laughed. "Finally! I thought you were a goner for sure," he said with relief. I just stared up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Oh sorry, my name's Thomas," he said smiling shyly.

I cleared my throat. " Amanda."

"So, what happened out there?" He asked me, looking behind his shoulder at the ocean. I realized just now that we were on a beach.

"Umm..," I said thinking about it. "I was sitting on my boat, when this huge wave came at me, and it knocked me off."

"What were you doing in the middle of the Red Sea?"

I thought about that for a second. What was I supposed to say to him? Oh, I'm on a journey to find a secret prophecy cause I'm a witch to be, and I was sitting on my tridelon, trying to get across the ocean, when this huge wave came at me. Yep, that would go great. So I said, "Oh just fishing."

"I know you're in the Witchlock," he said to me.

I stared at him in shock. "You do?"

"Yea, you're eyes are red, and I found your tridelon near where you were, so I'm guessing that's what you're doing."

"So, you're a warlock I'm guessing. How old are you?"

"63," he said nervously, looking down at his feet.

I stared at him in disbelief. He did not look 63 years old. He looked my age, maybe a bit older. Maybe I heard him wrong? "I'm sorry did you say 63?"

"Yea, when you become a witch/warlock, you age very slowly. It took me 46 years just to grow a year in appearance. I bet you didn't know your mom was older than she looked. My dads around 357 years right now, and he looks about 29."

As he said this, I wondered exactly how old my mom really was. Oh my gosh, I wonder how old grandma is. I quickly shook my head and answered him.

"No, I had no idea," I said quietly.

"Well, you better get going," he said to me, " your already behind."

"I'm not going back in that water," I said sternly, looking at the water behind him.

"Well you're going to have to if you don't want your family to lose their powers."

"Can't I just go on land?" I asked him.

"Well, do your eyes tell you to go on land?" He asked, laughing.

I sat there for a minute, letting my sense take over once again, and felt a strong tug on my eyes, leading me to the ocean. Oh great.

"No," I answered, frowning. He laughed again.

"I can't help you, but I have a little tip," he said winking, " try and go above the waves this time."

I felt kind of childish after he said this. Why hadn't I done that in the first place?

So I got up, picked up my tridelon, and walked over to the edge of the shore, with Thomas following quietly behind me. But before I sat down, I realized I didn't have my backpack anymore, and I was starving, my throat was burning from the salt water, I had no map, and i had no dry clothes.

"It's over there," Thomas said to me, pointing behind him at my backpack.

"How did you know I needed my backpack?" I asked him suspiciously.

"It's my talent," he said grinning, " I know when people want something."

"Oh," was all my brilliant mind could come up with as a response. I walked over to my soaked backpack and pulled out my water bottle and some soggy crackers. After I chugged my second water bottle, and ate the whole bag of crackers, I took out my map and checked where I was.

Turns out I was in Hurghada, Egypt, and I was heading for Saudi Arabia. But first I had to cross the Red Sea. What a joy.

Thomas was still there with me(he was the one who told me where I was, I can't understand maps for my life) and he was helping me gather up my things. He was actually really sweet. He is from America, but moved here to Hurghada a few years back, and is in love with plants. That's one of the main reasons he moved here, so he could see all the different plants out here in the desert. I had also asked him how he had even known I was out there drowning, but all he had done by answering was tapped his head and muttered, 'talent remember?' I didn't really know what he meant by that, so I just let it slide, and kept asking him questions. His life is very interesting. He was born in 1947 right after World War 2, during the baby boom. His father was a soldier, even though he is a warlock. His mother had died a few years ago, because apparently if a boy is a warlock in a family, only boys from then on will be a warlock, and vice versa, so his mother was human. After about 10 minutes of constant questions, he stopped me and reminded me of the Witchlock, and that I should get going if I wanted to win. I was kind of sad that I had to leave him, but he said that he would meet up with me again, and I was a little happier after that. I wondered if he coud sense me wanting him to stay, and that was the only reason he had said that, but i didn't really care either way.

As I began to turn around to get back to the ocean, I heard Thomas say something quietly, and noticed he was thinking it. It was easier for me now to know when people are thinking instead of talking. Their voices are a bit higher, and it has an echo to it. What he thought took my by surprise though, it was completly unexpected. He said, Finally, I've found someone… Wait! What am I thinking? I'm 63 years old, she's 17. She probably think's I'm gross anyways. I would if I were her… But she did feel like she wanted me to stay earlier. Maybe..

Did he really think of me like that? Or was I just imagining it..? I didn't think so, because I was getting pretty used to people's voices inside my head, and his voice was amazing. I don't think my imagination could come up with that kind of a voice. As I was thinking about all of this, there were thoughts at the back of my mind, nagging at me. What about Jeffrey? I really like him too, and it seems like he like's me. I like Thomas too though. And what am I even thinking? I've known both of these guys for all of 30 minutes, and I feel like I'm in love with them both. This was also really weird to me, due to the fact that I have never even had a boyfriend, let alone two people who actually really like me! Ugh! This is all so confusing.

I turned around to look at Thomas, to see him staring at me. When he noticed I had turned around, he quickly shook is head, looking embarrassed, and said, " Have a good journey, good luck and be safe this time," he said winking at me again. Please be safe, he thought. After he said this, I felt like crying. I've never had a guy like me like this before, and I had two! It was weird too, because I felt like I've known them all my life, when really, I hardly knew them at all.

Focus Amanda, focus, I said to myself. I have to get through this thing first, then I can worry about boys. I highly doubt this is what is considered as trying. I need to get a move on so I can win this thing.

So I turned around, and over my shoulder I said laughing, "Thanks, and I'll try." And for the second time today I heard, I'm really going to miss her…"

Well, there ya go (: I know I said I wanted 4 reviews and I only got 2, but I just really wanted to put this up !! Also, I'm sorry if this isn't very good, cause it's 1 in the morning ahah, I couldn't sleep . Oh, and if you're wondering (which ur probably not haha), the reason I picked Thomas as the name, was because it was one of the top names in the 1940's :) And also, I'm looking for a beta writer if anyone's interested. It would really help having someone else helping me! Just PM me, if you're interested. I would like 3 reviews this time, no exceptions (: Even if you don't like my story, please review, just no mean comments please? just critisism (: , that way I can get better at writing. You don't know what it means to me when I get a good review though (: , It makes writing even more fun! Anyways, thank you for reading my story, and please REVIEW !!!