The water of the bog was so murky that it even affected my vision. Here I was almost as naked as the day I was born. All I had was a ring clutched in my hand, Kalmos, and a new gift. A smile played on my lip as I remembered Zith’s comment. He was proud that I had gotten over my fear of the water. In truth I don’t hear comments very often. Especially not from one of the people I consider one of my best friends. Diving naked through the water was not much. I flashed back to my last fight with Feraligh and how she tried to drown me. How I panicked and how I wasn’t able to move. Paralyzed and drowning. The fact that I almost died wasn’t what terrified me. It was the helplessness I felt of being unable to even struggle. I had never felt so weak in my life.
Then I remembered the shame I felt as Ezra was compelled to try and drown himself. I had a panic attack and I wasn’t able to do anything. I was helpless once again. But everything changed in old Gnawbones layer. A lake of acid separated my friends and I from life and a horrible death. And I made my decision. I would rather face my terror than let my friends die. So I took them on my back and ran across the deadly lake. Now here I was with a new tool: a necklace of water breathing; a gift from the bravest person I know. I will die before I let anyone use the Ruin stone, I will not let Zith be erased from the Metatext!