You would've drowned. Hell, you had started to. That was, until a man came swimming towards you in unmatchable speeds. He was worried, orange eyes glowing in the lake. He quickly pulled you back to shore, letting you cough out the seawater onto his lap. Mitholys was his name, even though you didn't know it yet.

"Are you alright, sir?" His voice was soft and gentle, as he asked with concern in his voice.