Misty Seas

The storm was relentless, battering the ship in which Enigma had once sailed upon to timbers in the open waters with its immense power. Enigma remembered the brief moments of terror which seemed to fill those around him as the rouge wave approached, the wave that had finally cap-sized the ship. Enigma himself was more interested in the storm than terrified and for that reason was above decks, clutching a rope so he wouldn't be thrown overboard. It was quite fortunate he was above decks when the ship capsized in fact, anyone below decks were undoubtedly doomed to a watery grave. 

It was now just over a day since the ship had sunken at sea, and more than half a day that Enigma found himself adrift, with only a large crate which was thrown loose from the ship to aid him in floating on. It had been night time when the ship sunk, only lightning illuminating the pitch black seas. When day broke however, Enigma found himself drifting along in a completely foreign world. Thick fog permeated the air around him, and no sun beams seemed to pierce through the thick substance anywhere. The sea was constantly colored instead by a luminous grey light, and its waters were as still as a lake.

The only sound that disturbed the eerie tranquility of the waters was the sea lapping at his crude piece of debris he floated upon. Every once in a while the complete emptiness would be disturbed by another piece of debris floating by, but nothing else, not even a single passing fish or any other signs of life. This somewhat reminded Enigma of the beginning of his life, and the complete darkness and emptiness that filled it, expect now black was replaced with grey. This loneliness did not unsettle Enigma however, he had known nothing else for a large portion of his existence. The emptiness was as easy to welcome as an old friend, and where one might panic Enigma just let himself drift on wherever the waters may take him.

If there was any indication in Enigma's persona that he was in fact nervous, or worried about his current situation, his light blue and dark brown eyes did not hint at it. For now he had climbed atop the floating debris which was his only salvation in the empty waters, the crate was thankfully large enough for him to not be submerged in the water constantly. As he noted, the water while not very cold had begun to chill him all the same, and at first these feelings were interesting to him. He never felt so cold as he did in those moments, he did not know there was such a stark contrast to heat, that his body could feel cold. Even now he shivered, still wet from the salty waters atop his crate as he peered at the depths below him.

The gray light was not enough to make reflections upon the water and instead, it illuminated the perfectly clear waters for quite a few meters before even the gray light faded to black, with nothing but the depths beneath. Enigma stared at this void for a good long while contemplating on those who were undoubtedly in their final resting places somewhere in that void. He remembered a particular few individuals the most, a family traveling together on the same boat as him, to the what destination Enigma did not know, he did not know himself where the boat had set sail towards. He didn't need a reason to board the ship however, only the coin to pay the fare. 

The family was a husband a wife, and their son. Enigma knew they had introduced themselves to him as his resting place was near theirs... there were always those types of people, those who just wanted to be nice, or courteous, or whatever they called what they did. Either way, he did not remember their names, and it did not matter any more, the seas forget the names of the drowned. Enigma could only wonder what awaited them in those cold dark depths as the ship sank deeper and deeper, did they cry at their impending death, were they happy?

Was death such a bad thing? He wondered about this often. What was it like? Was it a complete, never ending darkness, like what awaited below him? Or was it a never ending mist of grey? At this thought his eyes flickered away from the dark depths below him, and instead he laid back and stared into the never ending grey mists above, perhaps he would find his answer there.

Ever constant were the fogs and placid waters, relentless in their perseverance. This fact alone would easily break any rational intelligent mind, dooming them to dwell upon their slowly, but surely approaching deaths. Even those who could not comprehend that they would most likely inevitably die, and that there was no hope would fall to the same fate. The mists did not care what those trapped within thought, all were doomed to a watery grave. Enigma could already feel the mists of death encircling him as he came to this realization, and he knew it wouldn't be too long now. He was so tired at that moment then as a feeling he never thought he would feel again began to uncoil from the darkest depths of his mind, dark and hideous, all he had to do was close his eyes for a moment and he was gone.

Gravlor would let off an echoing roar as he decided to dive low. He wouldn't be able to see anything from the sky. As he neared the water, he began to gather energy. The mist was definitely a bummer, but he knew there was an island here somewhere. It had been quite a few thousand years since he had been here, so the mist just made it that much harder.

Gravlor would release the blast, roaring as blue and white energies made their attempt to pierce through the fog. He'd try to see as far as he could while listening for the sound of the blast and ground colliding. While some would think he was mad, he was just doing the best he could to try and find land.

He'd take notice of the wood planks passing under him in the water. If currents were still normal despite the mystical mist, he'd head in the direct the planks came from. He'd continue his periodic blasting and listening while watching the water for anything that might have come from land.

"Blasted mist! I just want to get away from the world!" Gravlor shouted.

The dark presence seemed to strangle his mind, muffling all other thoughts besides a few simple feelings. Loneliness and despair filled him then as his eyes flew open and he found himself still alone floating through the mists. Yes... you are truly alone, and without hope. Cold sweat sprouted from his skin then as he clutched his head, his body shaking violently. He was very alarmed at the voice, this had never happened before and its tone is what truly unsettled him. Its tone could only make Enigma despair, what mental stability he had left had already begun to crumble in those moments as his mind brought back visions of those dark days in Tamber. He did not want to go back to that, not ever. What were these feelings? He did not understand this despair, this crushing fear. There was one vulnerability in Enigma's mind it seemed, the idea of being alone, truly alone forever. 

As he curled up then, hugging his knees as he gritted his teeth a small thought of hope came to him. He could not go through this, he would rather die... The others on the boat had died, perhaps they would be there waiting for him when he did. Just as he resolved to do it, to roll off the crate and sink into that dark void, to seek a sweet release the voice came again, You will find no release in death. With Enigma's last hope cruelly crushed he would soon spiral out of control, 

"Get OUT!!!" he screamed, smashing his head on the wooden crate, two, three, four times he did so, before the world started spinning before him. He gasped as warm blood ran from a gash in his forehead over his face, his vision started to blacken then, as his head throbbed, but still the despair did not go away, "Please," he gasped, almost a whisper then, "Let us go." Enigma rolled off the crate then as he fell unconscious, his form sinking into the dark depths, only a small tendril of blood hanging in his wake as he sank.

And so, Gravlor dove underwater, his massive form displacing the placid surface with a gargantuan splash, a splash from which ripples would never be found.
Beneath the surface, the water was empty and vast, like a cold void. There seemed to be no limit to the ocean's depths--Gravlor was limited instead by the increasing pressure, to which he was not specifically adapted. While the dragon would be capable of diving very deep under the water, at some point it would become immensely uncomfortable. Already the mysterious depths were an eerie environment. Because the light emanating from the mists did not directly shine upon the lapping waves in rays, the depths would become dark at a very shallow level. Gravlor would be making the majority of his increasingly eerie swim in pitch blackness...downwards... a blackness that blanketed every sense and in which anything could have lived.

But nothing was encountered.

Gravlor would find no prey during his dive. However, upon resurfacing--however long this would take--he'd find that the light penetrated the deep at a greater range than before. The refraction of the sun's rays danced in the currents of the upper level of the ocean. The mists, miraculously, were gone.

The dragon surfaced in markedly more turbulent waves, somewhere off the coast of Darastrix.

Having finally lost consciousness, Enigma would sink into a dark, watery grave... each layer of water growing colder and colder, the icy embrace of death caressing him tighter with each foot of descent. And so the tiny, lapping two-inch waves of the placid water beneath an infinite sky of grey would become his tombstone--a wordless epitaph to the forever lost.

Should the sudden plunge into the water, the coldness upon drier skin and of pressure running through weightless locks of hair fail to awaken him with a jerk, Enigma as anyone knew him would be nothing more than a memory.

"Nobody. Let's see if there's any food around." Ritzin said as he began to charge lightning in his right hand.

Strands of electricity traveled into the mist through it's watery base. He'd take his hand and send a black of lightning into the water, trying to shock any fish and force them up. If they didn't answer, they would now. The shock factor of lightning in water can travel miles in the water.