Three days in passing since Mizu stepped out of the prayer room and the whole city had nearly completely changed. The first day naturally there was skepticism among the believers. However by the second the goddess would feel her power blossom as it only took Mizu a few displays of her power to get everyone's full attention.. And with it the message of the goddess. "I am to return to my homelands by her wishes... Together we will return the sorrow that was given to us, and take back the ocean that was stolen..." The third day needlessly to say many had started packing, preparing to travel with Mizu to the city that was taken when the war began...<br/><br/>On the outside Mizu held the essence of firm and strong spoken; However her nervousness could not be hidden away from the goddess. More so as she summoned her first wave in her display to the others in her kin as their view of her completely changed from her being so soft spoken... Was she really herself any more?... This thought came across as she was helping others to pack for the journey that would start fresh in the morning. It was all still strange for Mizu, more so as she suddenly was getting more attention from others in her Kin that originally never gave her a second glance... No doubt many that would later try to wiggle their way to get close to her... But at the very lest she did have the fire for revenge burning in her... She wanted nothing more then to see the demons pay for their crimes... "Tomorrow we will strike..." She spoke to herself out loud, thinking she was alone as she laid out in a mix of sponge and kelp. Her fingers  guiding the water around a large sea anemone, swirling around it's tentacles gently with her new found powers..