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[Siofra]

Fall 50th, 511 AV Death began with water. The Ethaefal shuddered as water surrounded her body, cold and desperate for the frail warmth she clutched in her center. The water overwhelmed her body and she held her breath instinctively as the fluid continued to flow from whatever place it came from. Her eyes remained closed, clenched shut. She felt that if she didn't open them she could believe that water wasn't there. She could believe that it hadn't come back. Or was it life? Her eyes shot open in shock at the quiet whisper, so easily ignored the first time. They beheld a calm shadow that spread as far as her eyes could pierce. It was almost as though she were only floating in emptiness, yet she could feel the water. Surreally calm and unnaturally still. A burning in her chest erased all sense of calm though, and the Ethaefal panicked. She needed air. Was the moon laughing at me? She fought and kicked, struggling to find up in the perfect darkness that entombed her. She remembered the water filling, cradling her before she sunk in it. What direction did it flow towards? Could she find up that way? She broke the surface of the water as the thoughts tumbling through her mind died, her arms and legs kicking as she fought to hold herself up. Water flowed down her pale hair, her glassy horns, like tears. They streaked down her angular face, weeped back into the Sea they had been born from. The moon glistened above her, wet with His own tears. The stars drooped, the black void they rested upon was pale, weak. Flimsy. It wasn't real and yet it was. The moon seemed to be crying in the sky, His wounds oceans of tears that dragged down into the surrounded Sea. Cliffs cupped the tears that the stars bled. It was beautiful and it made the Ethaefal wish to cry. Is the Moon laughing? The thought punctured her reeling, miserably dejected mind again. It speared into her sadness and created a flare of anger. The beauty that was the sky died and became horrible and deformed. The moon rolled and laughed, tears sparkling from the corners of His eyes as he mocked the lone Ethaefal. The stars shimmered and the darkness between them flexed and bent. The sea roiled under the sound of their laughter, growing hot and furious and black. Blacker than the darkness above. It grew heavier, thicker, and harder to keep afloat. The tears from the moon and the stars turned dark as well. Dark red. It was blood. Time to swim. The Ethaefal, Siofra, obeyed. She struggled her way to the cliffs that had been her salvation in her dreams. This was real, she knew. Her dreams had foretold her birth. Panicking, Siofra fought the hot blood to the cliffs that she had clambered before. She pulled herself up, blood streaking down her body in rivulets. The Sea raged at her escape and pushed up after her, filling again. The moon cackled in His beautiful voice and Siofra curled up, her eyes clenching shut. She pressed her back into the wall of the cliff and found the fetal position to make herself as small as possible. She wished it would all go away and she could fade and return to the darkness again. All was silent as the ocean rose. oocDo as you want. =P This dream decides Siofra's fate and if left to me I might end up accidentally killing her and if you've watched Nightmare on Elm Street you know what happens to you if you die in a dream.