The horse and I were travelling down a river that would inevitably lead to a cascading waterfall... I could not stop either of us from ultimately going over the edge, the funny not so funny thing about all the events that had taken place thus far this was the deadliest thing that had happened to me. I swam hard against the current, trying my best to stay afloat.
Unfortunately the rapids had pockets that would suck you under. I was growing tired and it was getting to a point where I truly did not believe I would escape alive. I could tell we were reaching the end of the river because the sound of rushing water was getting louder by the second.
I suddenly heard a voice from the edge of the embankment calling my name. I looked up to see Frances standing on the edge waving his arms frantically through the air.