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Sirena swam upwards with powerful strokes, eventually passing over the tallest point of the shipwreck before leaving it behind altogether. It seemed to grow smaller and smaller as it slowly disappeared from view. More light filtered into her surroundings and with it came a greater abundance of sea life the closer she neared the surface. She had always found the ocean beautiful from her years of sailing, but she had never truly had the opportunity to appreciate the beauty that lied within its depths. It was certainly a sight to behold.
Once she hit sea level she stopped for a moment and treaded water as she looked around. On one side was an expanse of open ocean and on the other appeared to be the shoreline of perhaps an island. As exciting as exploring the ocean's expanse sounded, the call of the flask, which was only stronger here, was more enthralling. She swam towards the island heeding the call. The sea floor steadily inclined before her head inevitably broke through the surface to the open air. It was such a change of atmosphere, from the relative quiet of the ocean to the loud sounds of the waves hitting the shoreline. She continued forward until she was completely out of the water and on the sandy beach. Her blonde hair shone as the sunlight hit it, and her blue eyes sparkled as she looked around.
Edgard stopped in his tracks, his jaw clenching as he once again heard Alisanne's voice whispering to him. He turned stiffly to face her as she appeared by his side. There was a dark glint to his stormy blue eyes, and his demeanor was notably tense. There was no doubt that he was on edge and likely moments away from a violent outburst. Why? Because there were too many unanswered questions in his mind, and it was all driving him insane. Was she here, or was she not? Was she alive, or was she dead? Was she trying to tell him something, or was she simply taunting him? What was fact, and what was fiction? She had this way of blurring the lines between using his head over using his heart.
"What does that prove? You are a figment of my imagination and thus you know anything I know, like that growing up Alisanne communicated with her sister using languages other than French. Tell me something I don't already know," he growled irritably. He started to turn away again, but stopped as a thought occurred to him. She spoke in clear Japanese, which is something he did not know a word of, let alone could pronounce. If she was a figment of his imagination, how could she speak a language he did not know? He let out a yell of frustration, his face contorting as he spun back around to face her.
"Quit taunting me with what CANNOT BE! Stop getting my hopes up that you are alright! And don't you dare tell me not to search for you as if your life means nothing to me!" he shouted. Despite his harsh words, he took a step closer to her, his eyes searching hers. It was her but it wasn't actually her. She was here, but she wasn't here. What kind of sorcery was this?! Hell if he knew.
