Reluctantly, I let them pull me, the cold stone scraping over my skin as it thrust me headlong into freedom. My boys shepherded me along, swimming behind me to urge me on whenever my speed or motivation faded. The water grew darker the farther from the hub of Atlantica that we swam, the chorus of voices fading to a haunting echo. On a constant swivel, my head turned to all I was leaving behind. My heart cracked and crumbled a little more with every flap of my tail.
