When the thirst gets too great he approaches the edge of the water, knowing that one misstep will be his last. There is no choice but to brave the terrifying depths of the pool. As he slakes his thirst, the water sucks against his body like quicksilver and weighs down his limbs. The liquid clutches at him, dragging him away from any hope of escape.
Six spindly legs thrash against the water, his opalescent wings bogged down and useless. There is no sound as his faceted eyes sink beneath the surface.
Only a carcass now, the struggle for life forgotten.
Phoebe Darqueling 