[Poggio]

By some miracle he was still alive. Purely a miracle. His body felt weighted down by the water. He groped around in the dark. He found his satchel to the left of him, but to his right he felt something fleshy. It wasn’t furry like the cat… The Cat… Alarm bells went off in his head. He suddenly started to pat his chest. The little fur ball was missing. He gulped inwardly. It was his fault if it died. He slowly raised a shaky hand into the air against the weight of his clothes. Slowly the oxygen around his hand began to spark, with the last of his magic, he created a small flaming ball he could use as a torch. He let gravity take hold of him until his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

He had lucked out or so he thought. Not only was he alive but also the current had pushed him to a sandbank. It was then that he remembered the flesh that his other hand felt. He lifted himself up peering over to see a young girl curled up in ball. His heart sank in his chest. She was sopping wet, and must have been the one that saved him. He was about to speak to the girl when his throat unexpectedly threw up the recess water it had been retaining. He rolled over so that he wouldn’t hit the girl wrenching up what little food his stomach had not processed.