104 Under Ice - of Undead Swarm and Water Spirit
The fall was long…
By that time he managed to reconsider his life, twice, and the third time he was really bored.
There wasn’t really an option to slow his falling, especially when you didn’t see anything it
wasn’t possible.
The water drop echoes foretold the end of the fall.
Unspeakable pain gave understanding about the beginning of water surface. At first it seemed
that his feet were cracked, but not just a very strong pain that turned off the control of the feet
for some time.
Druid tried not to spin for not to lose orientation. Indeed in the depths of this it would be very
inappropriate.
The water pressed as if had tried to expel the intruder. He rowed with all might he had, focusing
on the gaps of light in water. They made their way somewhere to the left, and therefore the top
was there. Druid made several massive rows towards the light beam and realized that he was trapped.
The flow led him constantly somewhere and brought directly under the thick layers of ice - massive,
stretching in all directions, as long as eye can see. And its surface was playing with sunny rays all over
the place.
His clothing greatly bounded the movements, but to throw them away meant to lose the remains of
precious breath supply, that was running out real fast.
That was the time when Life had taken pity on the unfortunate man, and the saving sinus, where the
ice laid in some sort of domed-like layer, was found with some air in it. Here he could rest at least
some grain of time to catch his breath and gather thoughts.
Time was running out. Druid sensed some movement below, but not quite sure how deep. His attempts
to break the ice had no luck, too thick it was and there was no place to hand on.
That movement started being rapid and massive. Not a single feast, so another. Luck was on the druid’s
side nowadays, one can’t tell otherwise…
His heart began to pound wild - he had nowhere to go and not a full fight couldn’t be held here.
It was an unusual fishy. At least not a mindless monster. Indeed it had intellect. But wait, no! It was the
water spirit! What an unlucky luck that was! And there was no option to learn it or tame.
What was interesting is that he didn’t leave movement plume behind him, like just float in water. That
was the reason to recognize his being a spirit.
It was a gigantic ice whale, somewhat translucent, bodiless, but at the same time so alive, material. It
was a bad time to face him here and now.
His body was filled with sharp needles of ice from head to fins, it is clear that a lot of garbage was hooked
by them and didn’t fall off by now.
The encounter began. Druid made several unsuccessful attacks, but magic didn’t want to work well
underwater and throwing ice bolts at icy spirit is at least ridiculous, not forgetting to breathe though.
There as well helped the fact that the element didn’t want to attack - he was just defending himself.
Then it dawned upon the man, he stopped attacking but just learnt him, watched, tried to communicate.
But it was time to recall the druid’s mighty luck. The heavens, that is, ice, breached and something dived in.
Than another and another, and it continued, until he understood that were - zombies, a whole lot of
zombies! Most of them of course drowned, but there were those who still wished to taste human flesh
(oh why are they so dumb?) and it seemed not only his. They turned towards to the whale, charging him
as they could. The spirit was defending himself as he had done before, without distinguishing whether
alive or dead. It looked like some help was needed down there, one was just simply not enough to
withstand that horde.
One thing was good - there was no smell from zombies underwater, some benefits to make life better
here. And it was easier to breath - holes, what did the undead helped to float up to the surface more often
to fresh air as it had been before. Also the druid saw that the undead was still swarming the land and the
element couldn’t possibly take a stand alone (but why didn’t he flee?). It is good that zombies are bad
swimmers otherwise it would become a massacre.
They fought about a quarter an hour, but these were exhausting minutes. The flow of junkers decreased
firmly, and decreased till fully stopped.
Druid decided to use this chance and to make a link between him, he closed his eyes and pushed his arms
in a wide row, and…