The gentle breeze carried the soft morning birdsong to Edwards ears. It was a pleasant morning for a walk and he was glad to be out of the house. The fresh air did his mind good. The only people awake at this hour where a few guardsmen that stopped him to ask if he had seen a black clad women running towards the river, Edward had told them he had seen nothing and continued on his way. Upon reaching the dockside market. Edward could see Tuck the portly fisherman from the guild of produce approaching. “Edward” he panted. “Edward I need to talk to you”. Stopping with a smile Edward turned to face the man properly.

“Yes?”

“Well said Tuck, I don’t know how to tell you Edward, but.... buuttt......”

Edward began to grow impatient while Tuck continued to stammer, soon his patience boiled over. “Spit it out.”

Finally Tuck came out with it: “Someone's on your boat!”

“What!?!”

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Running full speed, he made it to the boat just in time to watch a black clad woman scythe his workers legs out from under him . Edward could see it play out as if in slow motion, the boy falling off the boat and the heavy bag he was carrying falling on top of him. Edward's body was moving separate from his command. His shirt was off already, he was running then jumping and diving off the stone walkway and into the river. He came back to his senses as he hit the water with the combined impact of a three meter drop and seventy five kilograms.

Fighting back against all urges, Edward held his breath and kicked deeper. Hoping, praying to the Ancient of Days. That the current had not carried off another soul to the halls of the dead. Opening his eyes underwater it was impossible to see anything, as the fast current stung his eyes and forced him to keep them shut. There was not much he could do. Flailing his legs and arms, he desperately searched for the boy. After what felt like hours his breath started to run out. Just as he was about to give up he heard something in the murky depths. Bom Bom Bom Bom, Bom Bom Bom Bom. A strange drum beat calling out in front of him. Edward swam forwards casting about with his arms desperately. Nothing… Something! He reached out into the darkness and wrapped his arms under the armpits of a limp body. He kicked with all his might towards the dim light of the surface. Lungs bursting they reached the surface. Someone from the dock threw a rope into the river beside Edward. As his vision started to blur he tightened a knot around their waists. His heavy eyelids closed and everything went black.