Zavros couldn't explain anything of what was going on. That vision, the lack of needing to breathe at all...and that golden light. Its brilliant radiance cut through even the murky waters, all churned up by what had once been fertile, tilled soil and timbers from a farmhouse. And in the backdrop, he could see two struggling figures-<br/><br/>Zavros already was swimming towards them before he could even think of the action. And far from struggling against still-mighty currents, he was - to his own bemusement - plowing through the waters towards his parents. Not with any particular grace, but with enough strength that it wouldn't have mattered at all.<br/><br/>Grasping both of them in one arm, Zavros pushed himself towards the surface, not readily encumbered by the added weight of two grown adults as he broke towards the surface. The waters were receding - he could sense that much - but that didn't matter when his mother and father<em>needed air to breathe</em>. He just had to get to the surface, he just had to break the surface, let them both get at least a gasp of air now.<br/><br/>Not once did he get a chance to notice the strange, brilliant golden icon on display on his forehead.