Chapter 4: Mantis at the Tower
Back into the darkness he had gone. It was cold and wet. Instinctively he drew himself to the surface. The sky was clear, the stars were dim and the waves washed over his body. He drew a short breath and the salt air filled his lungs alleviating the dull pain in his chest. He spied his vision from so long ago and slowly made his way towards it. On the rocky shore he slowly drew up his body. His arms and claws quickly griped the slimy shore. He was Mantis, the mythical frog people remembered only in the ancient stories of his people. For several moments he gazed at the lighted tower, his vision from long ago. The ocean was dark and only reminded him of his last fleeting moments. Though he had seen the tower before in his vision, the light was still overwhelming. Dread filled him once again. He had his instructions. Reluctantly he slid back in the water and slowly made his way towards the city lights on the distant shore to reclaim what was his.
