<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan<br/><br/>Peace among chaos. That was what Lyle always taught her. With control, a chained beast becomes a pet. His words echoed in her head as she laid on the small cot provided to her for the journey. It was obvious the sailors knew what was coming...everyone did. And yet, here she was, drifting off to sleep as the waves began crashing against the ship's hull; becoming the very embodiment of Lyle's mantra as everything faded away.<br/><br/>But in her mind, things weren't as calm and collected as she liked to pretend. Especially not since her ocean voyage began. They were becoming stronger, as if her proximity to the island was strengthening whatever bond she had to those that visited her at night. Tonight would be just like the others. She had only been asleep for what felt like minutes when a shadowy figure began creeping under the crack of her door. His blackened form materialized next to her bed, his body spasming uncontrollably in horrible and twisted ways. The creature glanced down at her before settling down next to her paralyzed body on the bed, his form in constant motion yet somehow still remaining still. His hand rested gently on her shoulder as if he were trying to comfort the girl, his voice escaping in a rasp whisper. "You always knew this would be difficult, we have not hidden this from you. But for now...all we ask is that you wake up."<br/><br/>As if on cue, a powerful wave rocks the ship, sending Galacia crashing to the floor. She awakens mid-tumble with a gasp, the dream world quickly blending into the real one. Galacia wearily pushes herself off the floor, lingering on all fours as she tries to get her bearings. The air was heavy and warm, the taste of smoke lingering in her mouth after she took her first waking breath. Her heart jumped and her eyes flashed open when her still groggy brain put the pieces together; the sudden surge of adrenaline was all she needed to shake off the last of her drowsiness. The girl hurriedly climbed to her feet and gathered her things as quickly as possible; she had worked far too hard to gather what she needed to let a fire steal it from her now.<br/><br/>With her backpack hastily thrown over her shoulder, Galacia pushed open her door to reveal the hellish inferno awaiting her in the bowels of the ship. But where others would panic as the light of the fire danced across their eyes, she instead became enraptured by the sight. She slowly wandered into the hallways as if in a trance, her hand stretching toward the blaze, slowly but without hesitation. It had been ages since she had felt the fire's warmth or heard it's crackling voice. The fire called to her in some inexplicable way and she wanted nothing more than to embrace her childhood friend. It was a reunion, two friends that had been separated for years finally coming together once again. And as her hand drew dangerously close to the flames, the tips of the fire began bending, curving, moving in unnatural ways just so it could somehow reach back, to feel her once more.<br/><br/>But it wasn't to be. The sounds of an approaching person made their way to her ears, a silhouette of a man appearing in the fog out of the corner of her vision. Know it or not, he was intruding, and like a frightened wild animal, the fire retreated immediately in the presence of this outsider, leaving Galacia standing in stunned silence among the smoke-filled halls.