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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Island of Cyprus 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQK_CsOZOdQ][color=66CDAA]- [I]"(I Just) Died in Your Arms" by Hidden Citizens[/I][/color][/url]
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	The harpy-like creature seemed entirely unmoved by Sirena's sentiment. It kind of just stared at her with these unblinking blue eyes. And with a face that eerily replicated her own, it felt like she was staring at herself in a mirror. Maybe in a way she was. It was like she was taking a glimpse of her former self. Was this what she had looked like moments before her best friend had lobbed off her head? Like a monster? This beast was surely here to torture her with the memories of what had been one of her greatest nightmares. And the longer she stared it in the face, the more she found that her physical pain became mere background noise. The imagery before her and the thoughts and feelings it dredged up was more torturous than any physical pain she could possibly endure.

	Perhaps that emotional pain was what prompted her to finally fight against the creature's taloned grip and to disregard the potential consequences of doing so. What did she have to lose? Her life? She wasn't afraid of a second death, certainly not if it brought her a step closer to peace and to true freedom. She got a sudden surge of strength, or maybe it was just desperation. She wriggled in creature's grip, trying to throw what little weight she had around in an attempt to unbalance it. She additionally tried to use her legs and arms to free herself. Her efforts ultimately proved useful, as she was finally able to free herself from its grip and to bring its upward descent to a screeching halt. 

	Well, in the heat of the moment, she had not taken into account how far from the ground they already were. If rubble passing through her incorporeal form hurt, then she could only imagine how painful plummeting several feet to the ground would be. Her heart constricted in her chest, and all she could do was close her eyes and pray that her second death was as quick as the first.