A Chance Encounter

Warning: This ending does indeed contain death. If you do not like this sort of thing, then please do not read this ending. You have been fore-warned.

Slowly, the octopus relinquished its hold on her. Lyra just floated on the surface, crying and gasping through the pain shooting through her whole body. She felt violated. She felt... used. Suddenly, she felt it grab her one last time, though this time was different... It was more forceful and violent. The tentacle wrapped around her neck and squeezed before curling back around to her mouth.

"N-no! Please, let me go! What else do you want from me?! I never did anything to you! You already finished, please!"

Tears fell down her face as she tried desperately to break free of the iron grip that held her tight. She felt the tentacle obstruct her airway again, another wrapping around her chest. She went into full panic mode as she felt it pulling her under again.

It pulled her further and further beneath the surface, the last rays of hope from the sun slowly getting darker and darker. She was running out of breath, and she had to make a last ditch move, anything to try and get out of this situation. She tried to focus, drawing all of her remaining energy into her horn for one last attempt at escape. She felt the magic building up in her horn as she felt her last reserves of oxygen running out.

Please... Please Celestia... Please let me get out of here. Anywhere... Anywhere but here, please!

She felt the magic build up and release itself, coming out only as a feeble ball of light, illuminating the dark water around her. She couldn't feel it with the water all around her, but she knew that she was crying. This was how she would die, alone, cold, and violated. She felt her precious seconds tick by as she felt her lungs crying out for air. Her focus wavered as she attempted to build up the magic required for the spell once again. Each time it fizzled out. With it died her hopes of ever escaping.

She opened her mouth in one last feeble attempt to scream. The water quickly entered her lungs, cutting of her breath and slowly strangling the life out of her. Everything around her began to get dimmer and dimmer as she felt the life fade from her body. Her chest heaved quickly in shallow breaths as she tried to suck in air, but each time she did it only got harder to breath. Before long, she felt herself drifting away, lost forever at sea.

As the octopus felt her body go limp and lifeless, it let her go. She had done her job, and he had gotten his fill; she was no longer of use to him anymore. Nothing more than a toy to be used for mere amusement. Slowly, Lyra's lifeless body floated up towards the surface, eventually breaching the top of the water. It just continued to drift there, its cold, dead eyes looking towards the sun, almost as if praying for a salvation that it knew would never come.