I coughed, spluttering water out of my mouth as I crawled forward, feeling the sharpness of the beach sand as it cut into the palms of my hand, digging in beneath my scales. The feeling was as uncomfortable as it was painful and I couldn’t wait to complete the shifting process, the one where my tail changed into legs—legs that I would actually be able to use to move around on the Mainland. Like this, with my tail keeping me bound to the ground, I was useless.
My lungs were burning, something that I hadn’t often experienced, but it was something that I should have expected to happen, especially since I was having to adapt to breathing above water again, after adapting to breathe in water a few hours ago. I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening in Atlantis at the moment, whether or n
