End of Chapter 2: A brand new place:

“Woah, I created this wondrous place. It’s like the sea-side beyond the indigo door I used to enter,” she exclaimed, full of wonder and hope.

This is what she saw:

An ocean, with chiffon and teal crumbling waves, breaking like plates, crashing to the shore;

Stacks of sandy and shaped driftwood;

And the equipment to build a sandcastle from scratch.

Immediately, without a milliseconds concept, she dived into the glistening ocean and began to body-surf wonderful waves. After, she thought, she would probably make a treasure out of the dry, dusty driftwood…

Chapter 3: The rushing waves.

She swam and swam until she thought she could not hold her breath any longer. But, as she groped further and further into the sapphire sea, she realised that magic was helping her. Helping her survive.

Then she saw it. The item that had been mentioned in thrilling tales; an underwater cave with an arched doorway, smothered in clear crystals as well as sparkling shells; an underwater cave with gold-sunlight sand, curved and moulded into creative statues; an underwater cave with a battered treasure chest, full of sparkling sapphires and red rubies, bright enough to light up a dark midnight sky. 

Hazel relished that she could stand. She lept, ran and cartwheeled all around the grey, dusty and mucky cave. 

“Who are you?” a snake-like voice hissed.

Hazel stood back, stunned. She thought that no one was there. She was clearly wrong. The water began to get colder. A shiver ran down her spine like an icy snow storm had erupted above her very head. She was freezing. Confusion, worry and guilt filled her head. She shouldn’t have done it. Why had she been so idiotic? 

There were footsteps in the sand. Big feet marks with a star on the heel. Her only option was to follow them. She wondered on and on. They seemed to make the loop the loop. She was dizzy after following them around. Her mind and view were fuzzy like pearl-coloured mist.

Trying to focus she marched on, determined to find these things: the person who had a snake-like ring to their voice; the glamorous door that led to the other places in the wondrous emporium and some glinting treasures to bring back to her home as memories.

A door! Was that it? She had to found out. She reached out. But before her hand could reach round the door, the rushing tide swept her out to sea like a mop. 

“Help!” she yelled, “Save me. I might die.”

“Wait, I’m coming,” came a caring voice.

But, she still felt lost…