Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

Her cries continued underneath the water, her heart began racing, body wanting anxiously to survive, but her mind didn't allow it. The girl felt her problems leaving, no longer was she the family-ridden, broken-hearted, woman. She would be nothing and that's what she wanted. The person who once had hope, had love, was gone. Buried beneath this pain and suffering. Her claws dug into the muddy floor of the river, water rushing into her nose as she breathed in the wet air. 

Then, there was light. A flash of light she might've believed was the end. Instead, it was the sun meeting contact with her gaze. In such a deep delusion, she hadn't even realized she was out of the water. Now, her body lay on the bank, unable to process she had just been torn from her watery grave. A few moments of silence pass, her body completely still before a vigorous coughing fit. Her stomach and lunges released the water breathed in, every cough felt like her throat was being ripped out. 

It lasted a minute or two before she collapsed on the ground. Only now did she begin to process her surroundings. Her eyes were heavy, hardly able to open. Vision blurry like when she was beneath the water, but a looming figure was in sight. Slowly, it began to form into a wolf but took a good amount of time. Once finally seeing the person who, in her mind, forced her back into this awful world she only stared, tears beginning to drip off her cheeks. "Why..." A tiny, weak voice whispered, "why would you bring me back?"