[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190513/56be8f86828898df14c05a2de462ec23.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]Unknown[/b][/color]
[color=gray]The Sea[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=fdc68a]"Craven..."[/color]
[center][color=f49ac2]"...Pathetic..."[/color][/center]
[right][color=fdc68a]"...Worthless!"[/color][/right]
The voices echoing within her head brought Miriam back to reality—or at least a foul mockery of reality. Her eyes flicked open, staring at the watery blue that now engulfed her body. Whilst Miriam had her red-and-black wetsuit on, panic fell upon the girl as she realized that she hadn't been wearing a mask or a O[sub]2[/sub] tank. Miriam kicked and peddled against all odds, and yet she was unable to swim away; her limbs seemingly frozen in place. 

Was she about to drown? Was she already dead? To be another casualty of the floods—it terrified Miriam, despite being quite the diver that made a living off the sea.

Drowning at sea had been just one of her problems, however. Not far off in the distance, two mist-like shadows appeared almost out of nowhere, each with bright, glowing eyes. Fueled by the panic from before, Miriam gulped nervously, and while she was certainly fearful of the wraiths, her eyes grew wide, expecting a large intake of sea water into her lungs.

And yet, there had been nothing. Miriam was able to be breathe as normally as she would've done on land.

Confused, but ultimately more afraid than anything else, Miriam gave in, allowing herself to float "underwater" (or within whatever fresh hell it had been) rather than continue to exhaust herself. Miriam's heart had been pounding against her chest—her heart rate beating rather erratically—and the panicked breaths she took would only strain herself further. She needed to calm herself; after all, the shadows were probably just a shoal of Pokémon or another diver, right?

Despite her predictions, however, the shadows seemed to be neither. To Miriam, the ghostly specters were simply that—a dark, foggy-like being. Even as they began to circle her, not unlike a ravenous Carvanha or Basculin, Miriam struggled to make out their shape.

[color=fdc68a]"Yooooooou...."[/color] A voice spoke, although Miriam could see no mouth from either of the ghastly figures. [color=fdc68a]"...abandoned us...."[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Isn't that [i]riiiiiggghhtt[/i]?"[/color] Another voice replied, seemingly familiar to Miriam. She was certain that she had heard the voice before, but Miriam struggled to remember where. [color=f49ac2]"Our precious little Miriam... leaving us to [i]die[/i]?"[/color]

Almost suddenly, the second shadow sprung forward, leaping towards Miriam. What had been the shade moments ago twisted into a mangled visage of her grandmother, startling Miriam, who shrieked a large amount of bubbles from her lungs, and then was met with sudden darkness.

...

Miriam hastily sat upwards from her bed. Her face and hands had been covered in sweat, as one would if they were nervous. She looked down at herself, and then to the left and right of her. No water, no evil shadows—just the four walls of the room Miriam had been given to stay in. Apparently, Miriam must've dozed off, having been worn out by a recent dive.

Stumbling over to the washroom, Miriam splashed a handful of water onto her face, rubbing it in as she came back to her senses. A minute or two seemed to tick by as she stared back at her reflection in the mirror, her mind thinking back to the nightmare she just had. It had been sometime since her last, so why, in Arceus' name, were Miriam's childhood nightmares resurging once again? Whatever it was, Miriam didn't have the answer to it.

[color=D01111]"I need a drink."[/color] She stated, deciding that her time was better spent elsewhere rather than staring aimlessly at her own reflection. If anything, the booze and maybe some fresh air would help her relax. 

Grabbing her coat, Miriam pulled the garment over herself—hands in pockets—and made way to the nearest tavern available.[/indent][hr][right][sup][@Typical][/sup][/right]