They'd looked across the surface of the water for hours upon hours. Finally they left. He'd burst through the blackish surface with a silent gasp. He crawls upon a rock and recovers his breath.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and thinks. 'They can try...they can try to find me...but they can never...never force me to practice darkness as they do.' He opens his eyes. 'As my people have always done.' He rises with a little effort to his feet. He stands proud and afraid; the only renegade in a world of resigned darkness.