Finally Palmo
Liam was sweating profusely. The wet rag on his face was drying rapidly. Tears were falling from his red eyes that he barely kept open.
There were only seconds left until the fire would reach them. He was having difficulties calming his racing heart. He was so close to death, an excruciating death, yet he refused to leave her side.
His breath hitched when he finally saw her eyes twitch.
'Please, please wake up,' he was praying to who knows where; he was hoping she would wake up.
The next moment he tossed into the air. He could only make out his directions toward the river. Liam saw Haru moving in the smoke when he looked back toward the flame-covered forest.
Splash!
Liam fell into the water.
He gulped down some water upon reaching the surface again, wetting his dry throat. The water kept lapping up, washing his face, and dragging him down. The rag was long gone.