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As Durithill turned to leave, quickly leaving the room without speaking another word, Violent let out an extended sigh, drifting her gaze from that of Durithill, to Shiero who was sleeping oh so peacefully it appeared. A weak smile slid to her face as a soft chuckle past her lips. Her eyes had softened, appearing gentle, although still filled with the sense of fear and of worry. She quietly let out another sigh as she closed her eyes for only a moment. Nothing filled her head as her eyes remained closed, however re-opening them turned to be a different story.

As she did, Elva noticed right away that Shiero had changed her position, her expression altering a bit as well. Instead of that gentle, peaceful expression that sat on her face, it was filled with pain, as though living a nightmare, instead that of a dream. Seeing this, Elva’s expression changed as well as her eyes stood wide awake, her hands starting to tremble lightly. Softly, a voice filled her mind. A picture flashed in front of her, and tears began to course down her face. The picture that she saw was that of long ago. A memory of the past.

As the picture came into view, Elva’s mouth stood wide open as she watched the memory begin to replay itself. It was the calm before the storm she used to call it. The day before the destruction….

In the dream, there stood a man. One that Elva recognized right away. It was him, her father. A smile rushed to his face as bits of laughter were heard all around. Beside him, stood a young girl, long violet hair and light lilac eyes. It was no other than herself… She too was laughing along, a great, wide smile spread across her face. The background was that of a large field, flowers starting to bloom and the wind rustling through one’s hair. The man lightly picked her up and spun her around, watching as the little girl spun in the air, her smile growing even bigger. He then placed her back down on the ground, as his smile stayed set in his face.

Elva’s eyes filled with tears as her mouth continued to hang. Oh how she wished that memory was the only she could remember; the only one that meant something to her. She loved her father, and he loved her. He had given her everything. She was his little girl…

Suddenly, the scene changed, and so did Elva’s expression. The once beautiful and peaceful field now changed into some sort of battle-field. The flowers, blooming no more, sat lifeless on the ground as the wind blew violently. Fires filled the sky and blood covered the ground below. Desperate screams filled the air as a man stepped forward. The same man from her previous memory, now stood with one hand resting upon his hip as the other huddled her; a small, frightened, helpless child. Upon his face sat a grin like none that Elva had every seen before. It looked as though he was craving for something, for blood…

A scream filled the air, then the scene in front of her went black. Elva panicked. It felt as though she had past-out, unconscious, but she felt so conscious, too conscious than she wanted to be. Suddenly a hiss filled the darkness, and Elva’s began to quiver ever more. It was Shiero, her voice. It was filled with anger as it spat hateful words towards her. "Is it father? That damned demon, you were always his little girl!" Elva stood troubled as her sister’s words filled her head. “He gave you everything, you and Kai both! And now Kai's dead because of his greed.” They didn’t stop there. Elva could do nothing but stand and watch as her sister’s voice grew louder and louder in her head. “He was our brother! You don't give a damn about him, but you'll go out of your way to revive that b*****d?! ...You're a pathetic sister!”

That was it, Elva had had enough. Her eyes filled with tears as she gasped for breath. Her hands, still shaking had now clenched tightly onto her ears, wanting greatly for all of it to go away. It was a nightmare. Elva tried to scream out but couldn’t. She fell onto the floor, resting herself on her knees. What else was there for her to do? She did not know.

After a moment, her sister’s bellowing in her mind, her father’s expression when the two of them were happy, then the expression once he had finished his work. It all scared Elva, haunted her day and night. She couldn’t get away from it. She suddenly picked herself up from the floor, her hands still clutched onto her ears. Bashing open the door, she ran; down the flight of stairs, out of the morphing room, out towards the hallways, where everything was always changing. She looked left then right, her heart beating loudly, panting for breath. “I want out!” She screamed loudly, closing her eyes, lifting her head towards the ceiling, wondering if anyone had heard her… or if anyone cared.