The current dragged the trio of a mother and her two sons across the center of town. Though the wave was powerful, it was fairly shallow, at least to a Red Hawk male. Even at just 18 years of age, Boomer already stood taller than any of the men in the city, save for his father. If he could find his feet...

"AH!" Boomer gasped, as he broke the surface of the water. He heard his mother gasp and sputter as he held her above the rapids. The voice he did not hear, was that of his brother.

"He's alive." he said to himself. "He has to be." he thought, as he tried to figure out where they had drifted to. He noticed several landmarks that told him where he was. They were headed straight toward the livery.

"The stables...the stables are elevated." he realized. "If I can steer us toward them, I can get us out of the water. I just need to...try...to reach them..." he decided.

Of course, he also knew that at the speed they were traveling, the only way to stop, was to slam into one of the stilted pillars. Still, if there was no other way...

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