Lyra

Minutes flew as time passed. No matter how long I looked on I couldn't spot the sight of Francis. I started getting worried and I couldn't take it any longer. Should I jump in? I thought. But what if he shows up the next minute. What should I do?

I walked away from the rock I was sitting on, then I walked up and down the bank of the river in misery as thoughts came to my mind . Why did I even bring him here? I shouldn't have listened to my dad, now I may have killed him. No! He can't be dead. The possibility of him dying made me realize how much I liked- heck I think I love the guy. Kissing him made me feel something I've never felt before and maybe I'm being too dramatic but I've just never had a kiss like that and then he just jumped in the river and left me here waiting. I thought about my father and how he would never agree with me being with Francis. What if he finds out, no I can't make that happen, I must not make that happen, never.

Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from the river and I turned my head toward the sound. Then I saw the shadow of a person, rising from the midst of the waters was a man. He laid on his back as he drifted on the top of the waters. He looked beautiful as he slept, floating, peacefully. His white shirt sticking to his form as the waters caressed him. Who is he? Is he alright? What if this was a mind trick of those water spirits, they love imitating beings that draw people to the water and then kill or use them to do who knows what but what if that's Francis?, should I go out there? As I fought with myself I came to the conclusion of you know what, whatever, if it really is the water spirits well they choose the wrong woman to play with. I stripped my clothes off my body and jumped into the river.

As I was swimming to get to him, he grew further and further away, "what the heck", I thought.

This must really be a mind trick of those water spirits but my thoughts were stopped as the water grew rough. I looked up to see bubbles of clear water in the air, the bioluminescent plants dancing frantically as lightning formed over them, the light glow of the mini bugs flickering as if they were excited. Ok what was really going on?. Maybe I should get out, however, as I tried swimming back to the bank but I lost control of my body and I tried regaining control but I just couldn't. I felt myself drawing closer to the being until I could see him, I sighed in relief when I realized it was Francis.

After I finished thanking God for seeing him I realized that he looked different. But how could this be he literally just got in the river and got out. What happened under there? I took a good look at Francis floating on the water, he looked different, and in a good way.

I felt my heart start racing, I could only stare at him in awe. My hands started sweating despite the fact that I was in water and I could feel pins and needles in my hands and feet. I was curious as to what kind of hold this man held over me, because no way was this normal. It was like a blessing to my eyes to look at this beautiful man.

This had to be a once in a lifetime opportunity, I don't think I would be able to see another like this again. Never in the history of my life has a man ever drawn me to him like this. He made me wish I could erase my mind so I could see him again for the first time. He had some resemblance I knew before but a lot of things changed.

His hair was Jet black, the darkest shade I'd ever seen, with lips of the reddest ruby. His lashes were long and full. When I gazed at him, the only thought that came to my mind was" mine forever" His form looked strong and proud, as sexy as the sexiest man. His chest is broad and I wish I could lay on him, his nose was straight and beautiful, and it seemed as if God took his time on him, God sure did, as he was well made and in him, I could see no other. His jaw was sharp and strong. Just like I imagined him to be, as no other man could be as strong as him.

I then watched as a lightning bolt pierced through him, then, his golden eyes opened and this time it glowed, and I could see specks of green in them but as I grew nearer the glow in his eyes dimmed and he looked as if he regained consciousness.

"Z?", he called out.

" Francis, is this really you", I remarked. His voice was raspy and more masculine. It was as if I was listening to the sound of the most soothing location in my universe, where happiness is limitless, and if I heard this voice every day, I am confident that I would never become furious, and that I would always be cheerful, because this would boost my mood and make me feel joyful everyday.

"Yes Lyra, why wouldn't it be me? he asked, confused. Lyra?

"Look at me." He turned to face me, and as my gaze connected with his, I knew my heart belonged to him, and his to me. It seemed as if time had stopped and everything had vanished. The only sound heard was our breathing becoming heavier. I could tell he knew because he stared at me as if he had finally found the key he had been looking for. Just then, the scorching heat returned, and I lost control of my body once more, and it seemed he did as well.

Because he grabbed me in his arms tightly and kissed me like there was no tomorrow it seemed as if time stood still, the scenery became intense as we carried on, until he seemed to regain some sort of control. He pushed me off with force.

"Sorry Lyra, I didn't mean to come off so forceful".

"There is nothing to be sorry about Caspian. I wanted it just as much as you did, maybe even more".

" Caspian?,this is the first time I have ever heard you called me by that name, what changed".

" Us kissing", an immediate smile came to his face but it fell as he came to a realization.

" We've got to go", he pulled me with him as we swam out of the river.

"Where exactly are we going? "I asked him, and he had a strange smile on his face. As we put on our clothes.

" Where the voice tells us".

"What voice are you talking about?''.

" Don't worry about it".

This resulted in me being blindfolded with a cloth and led somewhere unknown by Francis, with each step testing my faith in him as I had never given another person trust like this, even though I didn't intended to. My father would murder me if he found out I trusted the enemy, but he wasn't just a foe. He was all mine. The enemy I adored, the enemy who was broken, the enemy who could destroy me but if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.

"Are we there yet?".

"Almost", he led me a little closer to the place that smelled familiar to me, I think I may have a clue as to where we were." Are we th-".

"Yes, we're here".

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Author note:
Don't you all get so impatient sometimes?