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Prologue

The storm is raging outside, and thunder booms. Little Thorain stares out at the rain. He is only one year old, but even then, he loves the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. He likes watching the raindrops drip down with a splash. It makes him laugh.

"Come to mommy," said a young woman. Thorain turns, and again the mother is startled by the sheer greenness of Thorain's eyes. They are the color of the forest. "Mommy!" Thorain runs toward his mommy. She picks him up and hugs him. "Go back to bed. It's cold," she says. She puts him back on the bed.

"No!" Thorain cries. "You will catch a cold if you stay there," the mother scolds. "Let's get you something to eat." She stands up and walks over. "Aha, here it is." She presents a milk bottle to Thorain. Thorain extends his tiny hand out to mommy. She hands him the bottle, and he drinks happily.

The sound of waves catches Thorain's attention. "Water," he says. Mommy looks down. Water is seeping in from the cracks. "We have to leave soon," she calls out. Thorain's father runs out. "Leave?" he asks. "Oh," he notices the water rising. "Ok, let's go." Mommy picks up Thorain and runs outside. They wade through the water. "We can't go fast enough," says the mother.

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"We could be fish," said Daddy. They both looked at Thorain. "Fish," said Thorain. He thought about the little fish he had seen in the river. He shrank. His arms became fins, and he got a tail. He laughed in surprise.

"Thorain!" His mother called. "Where are you?" Thorain couldn't see through the water. It was murky; mud sticks and other stuff swirled. The current pulled at him, making it even harder. He tried to turn back into a human, but he couldn't. He was too scared. Eventually, the fear overwhelmed him. He was just a little fish. What could he do? He was tugged along by the current. He swam into a stream, tumbled out, and became a human again. He was so scared and tired that he curled up, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.

In his dreams, he saw Mom again. She was calling to him. He felt guilty for leaving her, and it made him wonder if he would ever see her again. He reached out, and then he woke up. He was in a house, but a different house. It had a fireplace. A woman was cradling him, singing lullabies. She was so sweet. "I want Mommy back," he thought.