I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife (Goliath)

Kick. Splash. Kick. She struggled against the water of the ocean as she pushed her way towards an island that she knew well. The flower had to be there. The mystical flower that would save her mother had to be on the island that Laria had so affectionately named for her mother, not knowing it's true name. She slowly dragged her saking wet bodice onto the island as she started to run across the soft sandy shore towards the center. She had to find it. She was driven by the impossible task for the flower did not exist. She would not give up looking for the flower. She would die trying to fight it if that was what it took. Perhaps had family already thought that she had passed for she had not returned with the cure for her mother. She was so mission oriented, she had failed to recognize that she had not eaten for some time. She was light headed and she was falling ill from her constant search. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept or eaten or drank water.

She started to notice her ailments too late. Her heard ached and it continued, intensifying with every heartbeat. She started to feel herself wobble as she fell to her knees before collapsing to the ground and loosing consciousness altogether. What she needed was saving, but she knew better to rely on such a foolish thing. No, the gods were out to get her and therefore they would send her no savior.