She kicked her webbed talons and began to move upwards up from out of the depths. He hates you like you hate him, Indigo thought. Maybe if I'm lucky I can go ask Dorkstalker if he had anything to do with this. The darkness around her was overwhelming, as though she was trapped in a room by herself with no light whatsoever.Īt least she knew where the bottom of the ocean floor was. I need to get back up. Indigo grabbed it and pressed it close to her heart, happy to see that there was something of familiarity to her down in these dark waters. It had shown signs of wear, but surprisingly it was still in tact despite being this far under water. The small wooden carving that Fathom had given her. She saw a small statuette, a familiar one at that. The ground below her was dense and didn't move around whenever Indigo looked. Indigo looked around what seemed to be the bottom of the ocean, confused. She flashed her bioluminescent scales, giving off very little light. It felt as though she was floating and everything around her was cold.Īm I under water? Indigo wondered. And yet, even in the murky abyss she felt something. It must be a just a nightmare, she told herself. All she heard was the sound of the clattering of a tiny rock before being transported to this abyss. She was just sitting in the room, waiting for Fathom to come back so she could talk to him about maybe leaving, but. It wasn't that much of a change from the obsidian black walls and the dimly lit rooms, but it was still drastic.

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