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[i][url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/covers/images/001/108/390/large/puppet-wj-3.jpg?1440231098]~the Lost at Sea.[/url][/i][/color][/center]

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And only when Gale swore at Izzy did the tall redhead know the error of her ways. Griffins were still griffins in this world and Kith were actually children. Wellll... murderous, magic-wielding monster children in this world to be certain. Izzy should have let Gale's spear fly home. But: should've, would've, could've. It made no difference; there was no denying fate now. Izzy's error spelled disaster.

The beast shook and swatted the flying scythe like a teper-tantruming toddler would a toy. Oh but those eyes of the beast: such ferocity, such inhumanity, such power. And now more then ever did the former Unequalled Flame of the Daemon Squall Pirates desire to own the Lantern in the centre of the wheat field. But first thing was always first; she needed to survive the crash.

When she hit the water, the white stars exploded in her head and all went black. The last she saw ever again was the nightsky through rippling dark water as she had always seen her own death in her own dreams. That and the sight of both fists held out, middle fingers at full salute to greet Lady Death. Oh, she had seen this moment so many times in dreams since she was little.

And yet again did she forsake the dream and Lady Death's desire. Steely-blue eyes snapped open and she awoke to another dream she had ever since she was yet a frizzy red-headed girl. And like her death scene in dreams, this re-birth scene was as she had seen it. Isabellia was aware of her last moments and she knew she had been given another chance to live, but if only she brought to life another with her.

Such a strange feeling when she screamed out Gale's name from beneath the water. So strange  was it to be aware of how she took a 'breath' before and after her scream. But Izzy did not dwell upon the surreality of it all. She saw the shapely shape of Gale and swam with all her might towards the brunette. 

Both hands snatched up the WindRider and pulled her up to the surface. And such a strange feeling once she took a breath of open air; strange in that she noted the difference between breath underwater and breathing out of water now. But again Izzy did not dwell upon the surreality of it all. No, instead she clutched Gale in one arm and the wreckage of the Scythe with the other.

Suddenly a massive explosion sounded out from the shore and when all was said and done, Izzy saw the dark masses splash home into the dark water. They were still a fair bit away from them but not as far as Izzy would have liked. She had a good inkling of what had hit the water; the twin glows that would be the dark masses eyes had given them away. Oh, how Izzy loved her fancy new boots… but she would have to abandon them to swim faster than the Hollows should they give chase. That and she would also have to abandon—

[i][color=7ea7d8]“Ms. Gale! Gale O’ Storms!!”[/color][/i] she violently shook the Scythe pilot in hopes of rousing her. A single, solid breath Izzy took and then that moment of calm and clarity took over. Then with all her might, and, with both legs kicking, she tossed the stout Gale onto the wreckage. Several presses she gave to the chest of the brunette. Then Izzy's  mouth covered Gales and blew a few times trying to seep the water from the other woman's lungs. When she looked up next, the steel of the blue in her eyes ignited. She was no longer merely Izzy now. 

[color=7ea7d8]“WIND-RIDER!! At arms now, missy!! Lackadaisical git!! Not allowed to die yet! Hear me?! You will do yer damned duty!  [i]You will never stray from the fire...[/i] [b]AT ARMS!! NOW!!”[/b] [/color]

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