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Sherry felt her body topple down over the side. The rain obscured her vision and hid the tears that poured down her cheeks. She watched as the water rushed ever closer. It felt like an eternity before she hit the water below her. Never hearing as her name was screamed into the unforgiving darkness. She only was aware of the shock she felt when she met the icy waters, and the breath that quickly left her lips in a rush. Fire burned her lungs and she automatically took a breath, inhaling the murky water. It felt terrifying to be under all the pressure, it felt wonderful.

For the first time she began to have second thoughts about death and began to try and force her tired, frozen limbs to work. She kicked halfheartedly with her legs and managed to gain a few feet toward the light above her before she stopped, berating herself for being so stupid and selfish.

After all, the world would be better off without her. Her vision became fuzzy and she could just barely make out the shape of a form heading towards her through the water before she passed out, slipping away from the harsh world of light and living.

Brago felt his heart freeze over as he watched Sherry fall down into the dark river. For the first time, he actually felt true terror. She could not die. She couldn't. Yet, he knew that she all too easily could. He had never thought of what it would be like if Sherry wasn't around.

He had grown accustomed to her presence, even though she was a weak human. He had grown...fond of her. He had never let someone close to him, he had never had a friend or ally, andnow thathe had one, he couldn't let her go without a fight.

Brago realized that he would have to say good-bye when he won and became king. She wouldn't be able to come with him to his world and he wouldn't be able to stay in this one. He had tried to keep himself distant from her and now when he would be losing her, he felt as though he could not bear it. In a split second he felt a strange emotion pass through him, he ignored it.

Still, he wouldn't sit by as she died. Clutching his book to his chest he dived over the rail after her. As he neared the water he threw his book onto the bank at the last moment before hitting the water with a splash.

He ignored the biting cold that threatened his awareness as he fought to see through the murky depths where Sherry could be. When he thought all hope of locating her were lost he spotted her, just as her body went limp. Brago fought the pull of the current as her reached her body. He put his arms around her waist and began to fight back to the safety of the light above him.

He managed to get to the air and gasped for breath. He tried to move Sherry so that she could get air into her lungs and keep her head above the water. After a few minutes of struggling he was able to touch the bottom and headed for the bank. Once on dry land he lay her down only to find she was not breathing. Brago began to panic.

He remembered watching something on what Sherry called a "TV" about people who were drowning and how someone was able to make them breathe afterward. He had asked Sherry what it was and she told him that it was CPR. He did his best to imitate what they had done and felt like a complete fool, but he was surprised to see that it was working when she began to cough out water. Brago rolled her on her side and rubbed her back as she choked and gasped for air.

When she was done she went limp once more. With his brow creased in a frown he turned her back over and saw that she had passed out again. Worried, he put a hand to her forehead, she was burning up! He picked her up and carried her upriver back to where he had left his book, then lay her down with her back against a tree. After doing that he placed his book next to her then left to retrieve some fire wood. After getting a nice blaze and making sure she couldn't get burned, he looked back at the water and decided a little fishing was in order. She would be hungry when she woke up.

After catching a couple of fish, he began to cook one of them and ate the other one raw. After he had done that, he sat back to watch the fish and keep an eye on Sherry. Before he knew it, he had drifted to sleep.

Sherry woke to the smell of something burning. She looked dazedly at the source of the odor to see a black shape above a fire. She shook her head slightly then looked again, it was a fish. What had happened?

Did I fall asleep while cooking again? I don't remember anything like that happening. In fact, I don't even remember us being on the road again! Then the previous night's events came rushing back to her. Who had saved her? Why? She was worthless. A nobody. At least, a nobody to anybody.

She looked past the burnt remains of fish to see Brago sleeping against a tree, his fur cloak still damp with river water. Guilt filled her, why would he want to save her? His clothes were still slightly wet, did that meanhe dived inafter her? Puzzled, she looked around her. By her side was his book. She picked it up and held it to her chest protectively. Her stomach grumbled as a complaint against the lack of food. That reminded her about the fish.

She dove forward to try and rescue the remains. The still hot fish burned her fingertips and she almost dropped it. Carefully she took a bite of the charred food. After all, things are not always as bad as they look. Maybe burned fish would taste passable. She immediately took that back. It tasted horrible. Still, it was food. As she took each painful bite, she made a mental note to never let Brago cook again.

Sherry shivered, it was so cold. After she was done she put the fish bones down then curled up on her side and fell into a restless slumber. Ignorant of the eyes that watched her and her mamodo hungrily

Meanwhile back at the mansion, a figure bent down by Sherry's dresser to pick up a crumpled note from the ground. After reading the writing she smiled, at last, that worthless child was gone. And if she did come back, well, Sherry's mother smiled, that could be dealt with swiftly and surely. Sherry was as good as dead to her.
There you are! My second chapter! Sorry it took so long to post it! I was stressed out and in writer's block major!

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