It's so cold. It's so dark. I feel every inch of body shivering. I feel the waves tossing me. I feel the current dragging me to the deepest depths. I feel the rough sands of the ocean. I can't breathe. Do I need to? I want to let go. Why should I fight this?  Why not let the seas take me? 

I continue to sink. I feel my mind fading. I feel my bones weaking. I feel my life draining. I feel the seas swallowing my soul. My lungs fill with water. The water is so soothing. I can feel my fingers turning to ice. I feel my heart slowing down. There's blackness. This feels like cold blackness.

I then hear singing. I hear a voice calling my name. I slowly open my eyes. Just barley. I see a white light. I see a figure of a she-elf. I can't see her face. I can't really see anything in this blackness. Her voice sounds like a morning melody. She looks as white as the moon. She reaches for me. She offers me her hand. I look at it. I don't have much time. I reach for her hand.