<span style="color: #FF8000">The sea witch had a feeling this may backfire. Oh well...things would play out however it played out. There was no changing the spell for increased sea passage. There was no taking back the promise. She was sure Calypso would not be too pleased. That thought alone pleased the sea witch. Her eyes glimmered as she vanished back beneath the waves.</span><br/><br/>Mystic laughing away as he was happy. He kept Arisu with him. Enjoying her glued to his side. Staying close to his mother. When his mother gave them breathing room he spent time with Arisu just him and her. Late that evening and early into the next morning he was tossing and turning. Having a very strange dream. ~<span style="font-weight: bold">A ship was in his dreams. It was not a ship he had ever seen. He had seen lots of ships but this one was not one of them. He tossed and turned. The ship gave off an aura of death. The ship had something on it that glowed with something the sea witch used. He tossed and turned more. He cries out in his sleep. The waves tossing the ship lightly.</span>~<br/><br/>~<span style="font-style: italic">Then the dream took a sharp turn for the worst. He saw her...the woman who plagued him beneath the sea waters. He tried escaping from her. Swimming as fast as he could. She was following him. "No! No! No!" He screams out. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" He cries out in panicked voice. The tentacles wrapping around him. Drawing him back towards her. Him flailing and trying to get away. "No! Go away! Let me go!" he yells out in his dream. The words filled with panic and fear. "Get your hands off me! I don't like you! Let me go!" He yells. The images flashing as he is drawn closer and she starts feeling up his chest. She starts kissing him in places other than his mouth. Other than his cheek. Other than his forehead.</span>~<br/><br/>He lets out a scream of terror that echoes throughout the whole house. His words having been cried out. Arisu and Calypso were sleeping on the bed. He opted to sleep on the floor so they would be comfortable. He had a pillow and a few blankets he was laying on. Tossing and turning. In his dream he was calling out for his mother. The nightmare held him tightly. "Mother! No! Help!" He yells out. "Go away! I don't like you! Mother will punish you!" He yells out. Only Calypso would have an idea who he was yelling at. Who he was screaming at. Who was the one that scared him so deeply.