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She rocked back and forth on her stony perch, her legs dangling over the murky waters of the Avoca. She enjoyed being home, for what it was worth, though sitting atop the Nineteen Arches Bridge was bringing back painful memories of her past life. She sighed and pressed her frayed white dress against her sides, flattening it to the stone and forcing out water from the material which trickled down into the river. She was soaking wet, as always, as if she had been caught out in the rain all night, though it had been a dry evening and promised to stay that way at least until daybreak. Such was the curse of being a Wraith of Water.

There was a small splash and plop as something emerged from the river below her, and she looked down with tear stained eyes at the intrusion with curiosity mingled with anger. As her eyes met that which emerged however she was suddenly torn from consciousness, and fell into a deep unnatural slumber.

Anna awoke in a featureless emptiness led down on a hard surface, surprise evident on her pretty face as her eyebrows furrowed. She lifted herself to her feet, looking around at the strange place she had been whisked away to with a growing frustration. She hated it when people bothered her while she was remembering, it usually drove her to violence. Her hands ran through wet red hair and set it back in order, her bare feet exploring the material at her feet. It felt oddly… pliant.

Eventually her eyes sought out the Orb, the only noticeable deviation from nothingness in her general vicinity. She tip-toed over and stared, hands behind her back as she leant in close to inspect the strange blob. It meant nothing to her personally, at least the human part of her, but the spirit that had melded with her mind understood its purpose. She raised one hand, intent on discovering exactly what she was doing in this place.

As her hand touched the orb her mind flashed up images of home, and the amorphous material all around her moved to comply with her wishes. The ground shifted and began to flow, rushing and changing around her. Suddenly she was up to her knees in river water, her eyes drawn to the strange reformation in fascination. The water level continued to rise and she happily sat at the bottom of the environment that formed, an exact replica of the Nineteen Arches Bridge from the early 1800’s and the river Avoca. The bridge sat at the very edge of the strange roughly square shaped area she had found herself in, and the river flowed towards it, the area where the banks of the river should have been had been cut off abruptly and the water swirled there unnaturally.  On the bridge side it seemed as if there was more empty space like she had found herself in, and some of the river water pooled off the side of her own special place and leaked into the surrounding area. She floated up to the top and glided towards that empty spot now, using the water around her to climb up onto the bridge and look over to the other side, where she finally realised what was around her. She looked down on empty space in the middle of three other squares like her own place, and wondered what was going to happen. She knew that whoever she saw was likely to have caused her to come here, and though she liked having the river, she wasn’t sure how she was going to react to her kidnapper.