Felicity never was one to really call upon the gods for any sort of help. For her, and many other elven youths, their religion was tradition more than it was a belief system to conduct one's life by. Now her mind raced with every prayer imaginable to gods she only showed a respect as part of a horse and pony show to appease her traditional parents. Everything for Galad slowed down but for Felicity the world raced around her like she was trapped in a hurricane. Each prayer took only half heartbeats. Galad told her to hold onto him, but she started to but then a large chunk of wall forced them apart.
Felicity hit the water and the cold soaked into her clothes and down to her bones. The salt water made opening her eyes a painful task. She managed to suck in a deep breath of air before they hit but she needed to find her way to the surface.That, in itself, was hard, because pieces of the lighthouse large and small poured into the water, creating a falling labyrinth she had to get through.
Her legs kicked her upward, taking her toward the surface, but something dark filled her vision and came toward her fast enough that it pushed her back into the dark.