[B]Miraela "Mira" Dalcascu & Cisrian Dalcascu
Dark Realm || Angel's Town
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Miraela didn't want to wake up.

Compared to the hard, wooden bed she had been forced to sleep in for the past year or so, the feeling of floating in endless, soft nothingness without the need to worry over her next meal or source of income was actually rather shooting. She couldn't feel her limbs or make out what way she was facing, and she certainly had no idea where the floor or the ceiling were - if her place of slumber even had either. She hardly cared though. She was content like this, drifting away forever without a worry in the world. Or, well, she would have been, if a rather disturbing feeling of sudden dread hadn't soon slithered into her world of sleep and shaken her conscious. She fidgeted, letting out a small whimper as her eyes opened to the light pouring in through her eyelids. For a moment, she saw nothing but shapes and swirls, all blurred by what she presumed to be tears. After only a moment however, her vision sharpened and her senses flowed back into her, drawing from her a silent gasp, one that was instantly muffled by a strange device over her mouth. What...? Where was she? Awake now, Mira found herself still floating, feet higher than the ground and hands not touching anything solid. Was she dead? She better not be, this place was unsuited to be heaven in any religion in the world; the tubes surrounding her were anything but elegant, and the scientists standing solemnly just beyond her reach made her shudder. They reminded her of her brother, standing there without moving an inch, watching her struggle to understand what was occurring around her.

The second she could manage it, Miraela took a better look around her, quickly realizing that the water in her eyes wasn't from tears. No, rather, she was completely submerged in some sort of liqui, the device covering her mouth her only link to oxygen. That alone was enough to almost send the girl into a fit of panic, but she kept her composure. It would not do good for her name to cause a scene.

Well, that's what she said, but alas, a scene she caused only seconds after; in her desperate attempts to make any sense out of her surroundings, she happened to look directly to her left, and what she saw there was enough to send her into fury of attempts to trash free from her peculiar cage. There, right next to her, floating in a tube filled with liquid much like her own, was no other than her elder brother, yellow eyes fixed on her and seeming to almost glow menacingly. Why? Why was he here?! Why the look? Did he come here to finish her off-? And was he... was he alright? He looked so pale, had he eaten? Had he been alone this whole time? Why?

She would have asked all those questions had she been able to, but since she couldn't speak, and since one of the scientists standing in the room seemed to note her aware state just then, she had to hold back her concern and fear for now. She glanced at the scientist as she approached, and from the corner of her eye she could see Cisrian do the same. They were asked questions - a lot of questions they had little answers to. They asked for names and about the way they had crashed, whatever that meant, but neither found themselves recalling. Miraela's heart started to race. What had happened? All she could remember was... was chasing a bird, a luxurious cruiser and a kiss - that still made her blush and quickly turn her gaze away as if to try and avoid the memory. And, next to her, Cisrian found himself coming to much the same conclusion as her; he couldn't remember anything he would have wanted to. Just a ship and a ritual interrupted by a loud crashing sound and water pouring in. And then darkness.