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Rivera listened intently to his voice. It wasn't extremely deep, more tenor than base, like higher notes on a cello. Her right eye shifted to a silvery-blue-violet, the dragon eye slit dilating and costricting. Her left eye faded towards a light lavender until it deepened towards the same purple shade as his, seeing through eyes like his. She looped a section of her hair over her right shoulder, self consious of the scar over her collar bone. There were so many scars on her, only her hair could hide them and still allow her the freedom of light clothing. The key at her throat shimmered in the light as the clouds floated back to reveal the sun for a short moment through the window, then more clouds covered the light.

She didn't know if she should ask him, or even how she should ask. "If it is not a large task... and if it isn't so much of a bother..." She hesitated, then burst out quickly, "Would you teach me how to sing?" Rivera blushed a faint shade of pink. "I... I'm sorry... I mean... " She groped for words, the whispering quality of her voice like a frantic, confused breeze.

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Rivera tried to make sense of what he said. She remembered she sang at one point... or rather, she remembered reading that she sang. She read about something that was possibly her past from a thousand-year-old book about a dead civilization. She didn't believe it at first, that she was a person in that book, because she would've been dead for over a thousand years... but was she really dead?

His voice helped her along. Why did she like that voice so much? It was exceptionally pretty, but weren't there always others? She opened her mouth and followed his instructions as much as she could and tried to sing a note. What happened was somewhat amusing at first, but soon changed into a chaotic fiasco pudding.

Rivera wasn't able to make much of a sound. Instead of a clear note, she uttered something between a rasp and whistle. It was a lot like the noise a dolphin would make. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, one that was actually distinctively visible, making the tips of her ears pink. She summoned what was left of her dignity and tried again. This time, she choked and began to cough.

Rivera didn't think that it would be as bad of a coughing fit as it grew into, and she tried several times to restrain it. The cough only got worse and she lost breath. Why did she even bothered hoping that she could sing in the world of men? She knew that she would fail, now she was paying for it. Rivera cursed herself silently in her mind. Breathing was becoming very difficult, like it was a task she couldn't remember how to perform. She should've never tried to sing in the first place. Her voice didn't belong here. A spray of blood slapped from her throat onto the ground. Rivera could feel a sharp pain in her neck. Her lungs were failing her.

It was just like that one night, so long ago... Her memory was faint: Ring and a Torc, Virtues in Sins, Ships upon Land, Avalon... one...

Rivera forced the liquids down her throat, trying not to spit it back up in her spasmodic coughing. Her eyes were a sharp, black-ish silver tinted by violet shades. Her lungs felt like they were clearing again, and her windpipe forced open with a pried motion that burned as a drop of the contents of the vial went down. Rivera shuddered, silent with fear in her eyes that she had never had before. Her eyes were piercing orbs of silver now, icy and frantic, both dragon and human eyes held constricted pupils.

She touched a hand to her throat, feeling the heat leaving from it, and took several deep breaths. So she never did recover, just like her supposed sister, she never got used to the world, speaking in whispers softer than the wind, living in strange terrors of the lost memories. She was building her memory from a book... she couldn't really recall anything, but she believed what she read. Perhaps they did happen...

"Thank you..." She whispered apologetically to Darc, stepping slowly away from him. Rivera could see the faint marks of scales, shadows of darkness on her chest over the area below her right shoulder and collar bone. The shadows faded away as well. It was for the best, she supposed. She was never meant to be entirely that way. That was just how she was...

"I'm sorry... it's just that I--" Rivera stopped and checked herself, then turned around to face him. Her eyes grew softer to a grayish blue-green. "... nevermind..." She changed her mind, her eyes down cast, her face becoming no more than the one of an emotionless doll. Only her eyes revealed how they truly felt. She wanted to sing so badly, she could sing, she knew that... but it was a matter of terrain...

"No..." Rivera sighed and looked up, her whisper still soft and cautious, as if she might start coughing again if she whispered to loudly. "I can't sing or speak here, only whisper... this isn't my domain, Darc. I don't live where I can speak. If not for my affiliation with Gaelia, her Storm Minions and the Chaos Continuum leak, I would be silent here." She touched her throat lightly. "I don't know very much about who I am or why I am here, but I do know that I never belonged to the land. I longed to become part of you and those who walk since my first clear memory, but I cannot. I am dying here, but I don't want to leave." She looked at the draconian tatoo on her right forearm. It wasn't really just a tattoo, it was the mark that symbolized her and recognized her as the Pritier Praeis'acque dere Aeterranchise. It marked her as a daughter to the Broken Land and the last living Aeterranchisene with nearly pure blood.

"Tell me, Darc... what is it that you possess? You're power, I mean. What does it do?" She asked softly, curiously.

Rivera felt the time-space continuum shift minimally but distinctly around her. Actually, she was feeling the displacement of the Chaos Continuum, which translated into the shift in Time-space. But she could still know how he would move and understand how he functioned by what he did. Her own subelemet was space, but her major allignment was chaos. She let speak, and her heart beat faster. She expected him to come up behind her, why was she so startled?

Rivera had felt the change in gravity and took it calmly. It was like being instantly submerged in water. She liked that feeling, of swimming in air because she lacked enough weight. It was that same calm that she felt in the water. There was the same flashback from a long time ago... a long time... it was just a sinking, sickening feeling that she was being crushed into the ground by air. It was so heavy...

Rivera let the shadow of a smile play over her lips. She turned around and placed her right hand, the one with part of the dragon tatoo, over the five pointed star on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat on her palm. Her eyes turned a dark gray-violet. All of a sudden, everything around them began to go backwards in slow motion with birds flying backwards and people walking backwards... then it suddenly drew to a standstill. She let that moment hold still, then released her hold on it. The world resumed its normal actions.

"Energy? I can give you energy..." Rivera's eyes became playful although her face was still. They turned a shade of emerald green. "I posses one of the most powerful elements in the circle of 24. And It can be yours as well, if you would like to be undefeatable... " She knew that her power was boundless, but only truly boundless by draining her whole life force. It was a system of IOU, give and take, constantly refilling itself from the Chaos Continuum.

"... but you must find your evil to get it." Rivera kept her hand over the star on his chest, although her imitation spell was over. "Would you still want a power if it means becoming an entity of dischord? Would you want to become so called 'evil' if you want to be connected to Chaos?"

Rivera shook her head. "I'm no goddess of chaos... in fact, I don't even know who or what I am. I'm probably just like anyone else, without any notable position in the world." Rivera lied, she knew bits and pieces, that she WAS someone of importance in some aspect or another. But she just wanted to be a normal person, with parents, without chaos affiliations and with people who cared about her. She turned back to the piano and sat down on the bench. "All I know is that chaos bends to my will for wherever reason it is desired." Her whispers trailed off. "I suppose I'm not just chaotic... There's many things that I am that I can't understand, or don't know. My birthright was taken from me the day Aeterranchise sank beneath the waves." Her voice grew softer, until she spoke to herself more than to Darc.