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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Island of Cyprus --> Aboard a ship (Coastline of Port Royal)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24jYQrZdAy0][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Sleeping With a Ghost" by Tommee Profitt ft. Cappa[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena braced herself as she plummeted to the ground, the wind whipping through and past her incorporeal form. Every second felt like an eternity. She waited for pain to hit her, for darkness to engulf her, and for death to consume her. But it never came. Her blue eyes opened as she felt herself pass through that very beach that she had assumed would reclaim her life. Her surroundings, including its sights, sounds, and smells, changed abruptly as she continued to fall. 

	One would think the notion that she had cheated death yet again would excite her. However, the truth was that she felt stifled by this new reality. The reality was that in this place between life and death she lacked the freedom her soul begged for. This place had incapacitated her and held her prisoner. To think her undead life was only about to get worse by bringing forward a ghost from her past. Sometimes it is best that the past remains in the past. Why? Because sometimes the pain of the past remains as raw as the day you had first felt it. 

	Sirena's descent was finally cut short as she crashed onto the deck of a ship. The air was filled with the sounds of water crashing to and fro, and the air was filled with the smell of the sea. It should have been a picturesque occasion, but instead it would soon be clear that this was an absolute nightmare. Sirena pushed herself up off the deck and looked around. At first she felt oddly detached from it all. After all, none of this could truly be real. Could it? Her state of detachment was unfortunately short lived as a familiar voice came to her ears. 

	She spun around with a gasp, her eyes widening as she saw Harlianne before her. She should have been overcome with happiness, right? Yet all she felt was a tidal wave of emotional pain hit her. She staggered backwards, her gaze barely able to meet Harlianne's. She was filled with so many emotions and such painful memories. [color=66CDAA]"I-I am dead. Y-you killed me,"[/color] she stammered. She had yet to come to terms with what had happened to her, and so the gravity of her reality was finally setting in, now of all times. She held no resentment towards Harlianne. She knew Harlianne had not been herself. She had turned into a monster, and Harlianne had put her down. Yet the truth was hard to fathom nonetheless.