Finding treasure

He chuckled at her impulsiveness. Taking his words to mean the swim had started, and plunging into the chilled water. He had intended his little one to get wet. He waited until she just feel enough, then he dove forward, under the water. He had to fight the impulse to panic, the sensation of pressure all around him he opened his eyes, and found the familiar form of her pale, kicking legs, and smiled beneath the ocean. This was the reason for his strength.

Going under her, then rising to the surface again, he would push her free of the water, until she was riding upon his back, near his neck. With her securely there, he continued them forward, and towards the ocean. The water was cold, but the parts that held Aslas weight were warm.

There were times the surface beneath fell away, and he was forced to swim. Keeping his head held high so Asla would remain easily above the water. Other times, the going was easy and smooth. When they reached the island, he would see the ruins of an ancient, mighty building. He would see tall grass growing over faded, weather worn statues. He lowered himself to the ground so Asla could hop off more easily, and began to explore. He found some relic buried in the grass. He pawed it free, breathing on the glassy material, and rubbing it with his fur until it was clear enough to see through. It was some form of tube, but looking down at the grass made the world seem weird. He grabbed it in a paw, tossing it up so it leaned against his shoulder and the side of the building. Then he looked through it. He gasped, stunned, almost dropped it, and glanced at the world around it once more. Then back into its form. It made it look as through the sky was falling. "Little star, come take a look at this"