darkkrad2

He must have been down there for an hour, at least. Well, that's what it felt like. Hatter could feel his lungs burning as he kicked his way to the surface. His head broke through the water, and he gasped at the air, filling his lungs with oxygen. He treaded water for a few minutes, waiting for his head to clear, and for the world to stop dancing around him. "Hatter!" He heard a voice call. "Alice?" He shouted back, looking around wildly. He saw a dark brown head bobbing about 150 yards off to his right. "Alice! Swim to shore! We can meet up on the beach!" After a moment, the dark head bobbed away, performing what looked to be a quick brea

Hatter spurred Guinevere forward. It doesn't do to dwell in the past. He decided. Every time I think of that guy... His hands gripped tightly on the reins as he stared down at the pommel of his saddle. Unwanted memories began to swim before his eyes. "Hey, Hatter!" A young, brown-haired boy came running toward him, waving his arm back and forth in the air. "March!" Hatter shouted back as he stood to greet his friend. Even at a young age, Hatter and March had been the greatest of friends. This was fostered, of course, by the great friendship between their fathers. The memories began to flash quickly across his mind. Hatter's father and

He must have been down there for an hour, at least. Well, that's what it felt like. Hatter could feel his lungs burning as he kicked his way to the surface. His head broke through the water, and he gasped at the air, filling his lungs with oxygen. He treaded water for a few minutes, waiting for his head to clear, and for the world to stop dancing around him. "Hatter!" He heard a voice call. "Alice?" He shouted back, looking around wildly. He saw a dark brown head bobbing about 150 yards off to his right. "Alice! Swim to shore! We can meet up on the beach!" After a moment, the dark head bobbed away, performing what looked to be a quick brea