Yellow Clay (Continued)

     My feet pound into the frozen ground as I  dash to the icy blue waters. In one sudden leap I thrust myself back into its bone chilling depths. The fire zipping through my veins pulls my lips to the surface to gulp for air. I dive under reaching for a purchase on the sandy ground and grasp at a jagged boulder that pierces above the wild and chaotic river. Then using the rock as leverage, I push under the rapids and peer into the murky darkness, searching for a blazing flare.
     I nearly gasp, letting out precious air as I glimpse I shocking electric blue light seeping out from under a thick layer of sand. I set to scraping the sand away, fingers bleeding, until finally the light is in full view, pulsing slightly. I press my bloody wrist to its smooth surface and breath deeply pulling water into my lungs through my nose. In a flash my body is sucked through the light.
     I find myself drenched on the frozen shore, that I left just moments ago, gasping for air, coughing up water. I drag myself to my feet and glance at my wrist. Against my skin two colors throb side by side. Red then blue. 
     I press my finger against the red where my skin had been split. I feel a warmth burst through my hand. Along the cut is the blue light. I press it. The water clinging to me glows blue and recedes to the light, gathering, then disappearing beneath my finger. I drag my finger over the missing spaces. An ache splits through my forehead, causing me to cry out. 
     I blink my eyes begging my pounding heart to slow it's pace. I stare up at the pines surrounding the smoldering fire. Their piney scent reaches my nostrils and I breathe in their calm aura. I stride, full of purpose and stand before one of the beckoning trees.