Role

Chapter 5

The sense of the ocean around him was soothing, after such a long
time in the inferno the relief of the oceans was always going to be
a welcome one. Despite the calm of the Ocean Alrions thoughts were
racing ...

How did I come to be here?
How did I escape?

Vague memories taunted his thoughts, mere shadows of reality, but
these thoughts spoke of him fighting. Despite the impossible odds,
time and time again the crude weapon he started with fended blow
after blow, striking true as he danced through the village of the
volcano. he was one with his weapon its crude shape singing through
the air as he swung hard and true.

As he moved to stand from his reasting place at the bottom of the
ocean his thoughts of his escape were shaken. The weight of the
shackles around his neck finally becoming evident, his hand moving
to follow the chains attached to two large boulders which no doubt
drew him to his resting place. Enough to drag him down yes, but
against the water the weight only a fraction of what it could be.
Driving himsef to his feet against the weight he begins to drive
himself foward along the sea bed.