Here is my latest short story! It's a school assignment for my art class. We had to write about the superhero or villain we are drawing. Mine is a superhero called Azula. Anyway...she had some length restrictions so it may seem a little rushed and the transitions are not great but it's the best I could do for the assignment. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Azula took a deep breath and threw herself into the water. The warm sea hit her and soon surrounded her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a beautiful coral reef overflowing with colorful fish. Smiling to herself, she swam over to it. This was just what she wanted! She reached out to one of the fish and held up her camera…but something went wrong. Suddenly, everything was silent. The fish themselves seemed to freeze. Azula turned around in the water trying to spot the source of it. She found herself face to face with a shark. She wanted to scream, but made herself hold the last of her breath in. It lunged at her and she quickly swam out of the way. Behind her, the fish retreated into cracks in the coral. The shark swam towards her with the hope of biting her arm. She pushed forward with all of her might, but only just escaped the jaws of the Great White. She began to feel dizzy, she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. She made a break for the surface, but wasn't fast enough. Something scraped her left arm and she screamed, all of the oxygen leaving her. Surprisingly, the shark seemed satisfied and slipped away like a ghost. Azula’s lungs were bursting, she needed air. With one last effort, she lifted her arms and attempted to swim upward. Pain shot up her left arm and she sank to the sandy bottom of the ocean. “I will never feel the warm rays of sun on my face or the soft tickle of a breeze brushing past me again. This is it. The end.” she thought meekly. And just when all hope was gone, a great boom echoed through the water. Azula’s eyes flickered closed and she rose closer and closer to the surface. The ocean rippled away from her as though something had burst out of her. It was all over in a second, maybe two. She coughed and took a deep breath. Then she gasped. Not because she had just risen from the ground or caused the water to move so suddenly. But because she had taken a breath. The thing is, she had taken a breath… underwater. “Am I dead?” she wondered. But she wasn’t, she was alive and breathing…but what was she breathing? She glanced at her arm and noticed a long cut running from her shoulder to her wrist. But it didn’t bother her anymore, in fact, it felt fine. She floated there, frightened and panicky. Without quite knowing what she was doing, she emerged from the cold sea and walked back onto the island’s town with a dazed expression.
