Swimming at the front of the school, the Makuta Fish spotted an irritating light enter the murky water with a splash.
Instinctively, the predator lunged at it, sinking its teeth deep into its victim. The Makuta Fish quickly swallowed its
unresisting prey and, with a prickling sensation in its mouth, turned back to the school of other Makuta Fish to search for
something more satisfying.
Suddenly, the Makuta Fish felt itself jerked to one side by a pain in its mouth. Enraged by this unwelcome feeling,
the Makuta Fish pulled with all its strength in the opposite direction, but against its will it was pulled by an even stronger
force back and upwards. As it was forced away from its normal course, it caught a glimpse of its school swimming off
with a new leader in search of something to kill.
The Makuta Fish stopped struggling and let itself be pulled up ignominiously by the throbbing pain in its jaw. As it
broke the surface of the water, the throbbing increased and noises alien to the Makuta Fish assaulted it unceasingly. In
addition to this, the Makuta Fish could no longer see except in indistinct outlines framed by a penetrating light. Two of the
outlines stood out. Both towered above their surroundings, and one of them appeared to be coming closer to the Makuta
Fish. Only moments after it had registered all this, the Makuta Fish felt the pain in its mouth spike unbearably to
inexplicably disappear, replaced by a still painful but considerably more tolerable form of agony. Then it was dropped on
a hard, rough surface, breaking its fall with its head. It was almost as if the Makuta Fish were the plaything of a sadistic
god whose sole enjoyment was inflicting suffering. Desperate, miserable, and unable to think of anything except escape,
the Makuta Fish thrashed around helplessly in a futile attempt to swim where there was no water present.
In between the sounds of its body slapping against the hard barrier keeping it from the water, the Makuta Fish
could hear strange noises coming from the two tall silhouettes. Without warning, the Makuta Fish was once again lifted
up against its will, this time by its tail. By now, the Makuta Fish had had more than enough and decided to ignore its
battered condition to make one last mad bid at freedom, but it was not necessary. Before it could fight back, the Makuta
Fish felt itself falling through the air again, this time end over end.
With a soft thud and a brief moment of sightlessness, the Makuta Fish was returned to its quiet, foggy
environment. Cautiously, the Makuta Fish slowly swam forward. The Makuta Fish stopped in shock: already its wounds
had been reduced to a lingering feeling. It glanced around at its surroundings. There was not a creature in sight. The
Makuta Fish felt hungry, but it did not mind.