Fill the World

They were pinning him beneath the surface with something long, sharp.

A fishing spear.

Ciaran never liked those fishermen anyway.

He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of throwing himself onto the spear. He had a better plan.

In Brenna’s training, she’d always warned Ciaran against going past a certain point, in losing himself in the world beyond as he sought out the flames, because the flames would consume him – and everything around him.

Everything around him was water.

So he let go.

It was heady and thrilling, stepping outside of his own body, swelling to fill the world.