GENRE: Middle Grade SciFi
Myri ran, the wet floor slippery beneath her feet. He was up ahead: she could hear his steps clanging against the metal platforms that ran along the sides of the tunnel, but she couldn't make him out in the darkness. The torches on the wall sputtered, barely illuminating anything at all.
There was a splash and the footsteps stopped. Myri stopped too, worried that he'd jumped into the transport river running down the middle of the tunnel. She squinted into the distance and blinked hard.
There! The light reflected briefly off his back. He was in the river and swimming fast. I'll never catch up to him in the water, she thought. And the walking platforms would end soon, replaced by docks for the… rafts! She surged forward, splashing through the puddles, and slid across the platform in front of the dock.
Myri skidded hard and gasped. The raft she expected to see had come unmoored and was floating away. It’s too wet to stop! she thought. Just as her toes reached the edge of the dock she shoved off, leaping into the air and scrabbling at the rafters, her feet dangling toward the water and her tool pouch weighing her down. The closest raft was drifting just a few feet away, its pole still resting in the oarlock, but her grip on the damp metal was slipping.