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PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.

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the great escape.

The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.

THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.

The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!

INTO THE RIFT.

Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.

THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.

Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!

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I.. I see.

[ that's a heavy statement, and it applies more than a little pressure to their situation, and to the meaning of their surroundings. of course he's already told her of his past, where he came from, how he was born, but seeing it before her own eyes is quite different. this place is so.. dark, so cold and oppressive, it's no wonder he reacted the way that he had when they first arrived.

but he's stronger than he once was. stronger than he gives himself credit for. with her hand still cupping his face, alisaie tips up his chin so she can meet his eyes. her voice is kind, but steady and strong. ]

Do you want to continue forward?

[ if he isn't ready, or if he would rather not.. no doubt they can find some other way out of this place. ]

[ She asks the question he needs to ask himself, and he takes time to consider it, even if he already knows what his answer is, what it has to be. There's nothing he can see here that he hasn't already seen before, and while his time in the facility represents the darkest chapter of his life, Prompto made it through before. If he did it once, he can do it again.

Especially with Alisaie at his side. He nods, trembling, but resolute. ]

...Yeah. Only one way outta this place, if this is my memory.

[ But before he steps away to start following himself again, he dips down and presses a soft kiss to the crest of her cheek. ]

Like I said...I can't be scared as long as you're with me.

[ he gives the answer she expected, and alisaie smiles in return, dipping her head in a nod. there it is, as always - his hidden strength. maybe it does help that she is here by his side to support him, to keep him on his feet, but that doesn't negate his own choice to move forward.

despite it all, her cheeks flush warm and her eyelashes flutter when he presses a kiss to her cheek. ]

Y-yes.. well...

[ she murmurs through a breathless laugh, then touches his elbow to get him moving. ]

Let us go, then, before we lose our guide.

[ She prompts him to move, and there's no sense in delaying it any further, except to avoid what lies ahead. But determined to face what comes next, he steps back at last, and starts to walk, his hand still in hers. He has a pretty good idea about where in this memory they have been dropped into, about what she's going to see, but they still have a few minutes. There's time for him to steel himself.

Okay. One foot in front of the other. As they move deeper into the facility, the Prompto of the past takes out the MTs on patrol, but even the ones that rush by Prompto and Alisaie don't seem to notice them. It's proof enough that whatever it is, it isn't really happening, though that doesn't stop his blood from chilling as he watches his former self fight them off. They were just like him. Bred for this. He was just the one who was lucky enough to get out. ]

...We're gonna find the pods soon. It's...gonna be freaky. Just to warn you.

[ And then not long after that...the confrontation with Verstael himself. His maker. ]

[ they're moving again, making their way through the facility. it's like any other facility she's seen, eorzea is peppered with magitek factories as well, she's broken into a dew of them herself, but knowing just what this one hides behind its walls is all the more chilling.

still, terrifying or not, were it not for this place, she would never have known him. the world would not have been gifted his sunshine, his warmth, his kindness. this in no way absolves those involved of the horror and pain that they have inflicted, but nevertheless she is grateful for prompto, grateful that he was born, that he exists. ]

Pods?

[ she's not sure what he means - at least, not until they turn the corner and.. there they are. men in just that: pods. pale, ghostly creatures, sleeping, silent, their faces all the same. despite herself she gasps in shock and surprise, her free hand clasping over her mouth. ]

[ There they are. His brothers, for lack of a better term. His flesh and blood. Each one just like him, frozen in time, suspended until the Empire calls on them to serve their singular purpose: give up their souls for daemonification. They'll never know happiness or warmth or love like he does. How could he have been the only one to earn that right?

Should he have rescued them? Could he have rescued them? If he freed them from the pods, would they even know how to live? How to move, breath, eat?

A strangled sound catches in his throat as his eyes move between her and the pods. ]

...If I hadn't been rescued, I...I would've been just like them. I-it's weird, I know.

[ It can't be easier for her to see this. It isn't easy for him to see her seeing it. ]

[ no, it isn't easy for her to see this. not only do they represent the very close shave prompto's life is, it is the picture of sick cruelty. whether on hydaelyn or eos, it seems the garleans never fail to stoop to such lows to achieve their goals. it's barbaric. she can only hope that these poor souls never woke from their slumber. ]

No, it is not weird. It is.. cruel.

[ cruel is hardly even a strong enough word. alisaie has not the poet's soul to properly weave the horror and sadness of what had happened here, what might still be happening on eos, or even on hydaelyn. how can they do it? how can they sleep at night? how can this possibly be worth achieving their goals? alisaie will never understand the minds of these sorts of men; for as hard and fiery as she can be, she could never bring herself to sow the seeds of such torment.

her grasp on his hand tightens, and she stands a little taller, breathing deeply. ]

Shall we move on?

[ For a moment, he just closes his eyes, and breathes in and out. He can still see the image of the clones trapped in their tubes behind his eyelids, but Alisaie's question prompts him on. They need to keep moving. It didn't do to dwell in this place then, and it won't do to dwell in it now, either. ]

Yeah. Let's shake a leg.

[ And so on they go, into the next room, and Prompto knows what's coming. They follow his past self as he stalks along behind a window into a large, circular room with a massive machine in the center. Two figures are conversing inside, and though Alisaie won't recognize either of them, one of the men calls out to Prompto in his unseen position, as if he could sense his presence.

Prompto's skin crawls anew at the sound of Ardyn's voice, beckoning him to meet his maker, as he learns fully, completely, just how horrible the purpose he was created for truly was.

This confrontation will end with blood on his hands. He can only hope it won't change how she sees him. ]

[ i started writing this with alisaie recognizing ardyn's voice, then remembering she doesn't know it.....

nevertheless, it's quite immediately apparent that this man is sinister and untrustworthy, his bored, languishing drawl could curdle milk. he's instantly dislikable, at least for someone like alisaie, a girl who is honest and forthright almost to a fault. whoever he is, it's clear enough that he was no friend.

thoughtlessly, alisaie weaves her fingers through prompto's own to strengthen their hold with a silent, simple intimacy.

when the shot rings out she is not surprised, though she is, perhaps, a little sad. alisaie has plenty of blood on her hands, she could never judge prompto his choices, but he deserves.. better, than to have to do such a thing. he is too good. too warm. did it hurt him, to have to pull that trigger? does it haunt him to have taken a life? if it didn't, like as not she would not be seeing this at all, but nevertheless she continues to believe in his strength, holding fast to his hand while the rest unfolds. ]

[ It's strange. Watching it unfold like this, from a distance, with clarity and understanding, he can see so many other ways things could have gone. Other courses he could have taken. But he could drive himself crazy with what-if's. He doesn't regret shooting Verstael — he was a terrible man who did terrible things, and even if Prompto hadn't shot him, he would have given up his human form a moment later anyway to fuse with Immortalis. Still...

He sees the gun fall from his fingers as he sinks to his hands and knees in complete and utter anguish. He remembers viscerally what he felt in that moment — the shame, the despair, the crisis of identity as Ardyn taunts him yet again from the overhead speakers. In that moment, Prompto wanted nothing but to...give up. To recede into himself and just...cease. How could he think of moving on, knowing what he was, what he was created to be? Knowing he was meant to kill the very people he called his friends?

It's not until the alarms start to blare that Prompto, the present Prompto, realizes he has tears on his cheeks. He got through this moment, but if Aranea didn't show up when she did, he isn't sure...

No, he knows he wouldn't have found the will to make it out of this place. ]

W-w-we...we sh-should... [ Finding words right now is damn hard. ] O-outside. We'll escape soon.

[ And right on cue, Aranea arrives on the scene to drag Prompto to his feet. As she does so, the space around them begins to distort, pulling away. Is that it, then? ]

[ it is a visceral memory, so real and tangible that she would expect it to be real, the ground firm beneath their feet, even the scent in the air so strong and realistic. it's like watching a scene play out, and for a moment alisaie wonders if this is what it is like to possess the echo, for how absorbed they are in the scene; were her hand not firmly in prompto's anchoring her to the spot it would be easily to entirely forget that this was not real.

but soon enough the space around them begins to bend and warm, stretching and tugging, and alisaie is shaken from her reverie with a sharp gasp, her inhale shuddering. the voices, the magitek factory, the people, they all begin to fade away until all that surrounds them is silence, and darkness. she can hardly see him beside her at all, the sound of their breathing is all but deafening. ]

Prompto -

[ alisaie turns, reaching for him in the dark, her free hand finding his chest and moving up, finding his face and she can feel the wetness on his face, the slip of tears.

her heart aches, heavy as iron in her chest, overwhelmed by what she's seen, by his reaction, and she reacts instinctively, pulling his face down to kiss him, firmly and fully on the mouth, holding fast to him. ]

[ And just like that, it ends. The memory they stepped into recedes, never even real to begin with, and yet, there are still tears on his cheeks. His heart still races. He had already been through those events once — why was it so damn hard to witness them again? After all this time, is he really no stronger?

But the thought doesn't have time to take hold, because Alisaie reaches for him, pulling him in for a kiss, and she steals everything else away from him. His thoughts, his breath, his soul. On instinct, her arms move around her waist, locking her tight against him as they float in the rift, a whimper lost between their mouths as he unravels.

He can't see her, but he doesn't need to. Not when she kisses him like this, like it's the only thing in the world either of them should be doing in this moment. ]

I-I...

[ His voice trembles against her own breath, but there's nothing to be said, nothing he can't communicate better through this kiss. He tilts his head so their lips slot together perfectly, a breathless sob catching in his throat as his fingers slip into her hair.

She is his only anchor right now, the only thing holding him fast from the edge of despair. ]

[ it's quite bizarre to kiss him here, like this, in a darkness so black and silence so complete that there is nothing else in the world besides them both, the sound of their mouths loud enough to make her cheeks flush, the wetness on his cheeks a sharp and noticeable sensation, but not nearly so strong a feeling as his mouth over hers, warm and soft and welcome. each time, it's gotten easier.. ]

It's all right.

[ she says against his mouth, both hands now cupping his face, her thumbs swiping his tears away. ]

'Tis only a memory now, my love. It cannot hurt you.

[ there's another gentle ripple, and on the horizon beyond his shoulder a dim light begins to shine and widen, a distant image beginning to shimmer into existence. alisaie looks past him, narrowing her eyes, and it beckons them onward - what choice do they have? they should keep moving. sweet as this might be, they must escape this place. ]

[ It's a kiss intense and fulfilling, warming him from head to toe, making him forget the tears on his cheeks, the ache in his heart, until she breaks away just to enough to breathe words of life into him. 'Tis only a memory now, my love.

And his heart tightens and contracts, a gasp leaving him at those two simple words that she names him with, as the light halos her face from beyond.

Her...love? Could he have heard that right? Did she...

But before he can even begin to approach the enormity of that possibility, Alisaie's attention turns to the light behind him, and Prompto cranes his neck around to look for the source. That...that must be the way they're supposed to go now, isn't it?

But gods, he's so distracted now.

His hand still firmly in her own, he searches far and wide for his voice and locates it after several moments, and even then, his lips still tremble, his thoughts buzzing. ]

Wanna see where it takes us?

[ That's how they approach just about everything with each other, anyway. ]

[ alisaie is doing her very est to stay focused, now, mostly because she can tell that he's itching to ask more questions, but now is not the time!! she needs a few moments to come to terms with it herself, after all, she'd said it so offhandedly..

of course, that doesn't mean she did not mean it. of course she meant it. but she needs to digest it just as much, if not more than, he does. not to mention there's a whole dream-rift-to-escape thing going on here!! ahem. ahem.

so at last she steps back a little more fully, focusing on the blueish light that is beginning to open up and unfurl. ]

I'd say we have no choice, unless you would rather us get ourselves stuck here.

[ and, tugging his hand. ]

Come.

[ She pulls him along, and he is easily led, wound up from head to toe, eager to both move and let himself float on listlessly all at the same time. Her words still bounce around inside his head, like they're the only thing that occupy that space between his ears right now. My love...she'd called him her love.

But they must move ahead and find out where this world between worlds takes them next, and so with his hand firmly in hers, he moves towards the light, his free hand lifting to shield his eyes from the brilliance of it. ]

[ after the blackness of nothingness around them for so long, the light certainly does seem blinding, and alisaie must squint her eyes against it as they move nearer. soon enough the light is all their is, the shadowy in-between place is gone, and the bluish glow becomes clearer.

an ocean. she can smell the briny waters, feel the gentle spray on her face, that familiar, sticky-cool feeling of salty sea air. it catches in her hair and clothing, and at first she thinks they have made it beyond the rift - is this where the mermen have come from? but as the coalescing vision solidifies, she knows that it is not, because she recognizes this place, she recognizes this beach, and the city that hugs the rocky shoreline. tall buildings and spires built of ivory white stone climb high into the sky, etched with the distinctive spiral pattern of the nautilus.

sharlayan.

it has been.. some time since she last set eyes on it. years, now, since she watched it draw away from her while she stood on the back of a ship that coasted these very waters, carrying her away. this image, though, is so stark and vivid, more real than a memory, tangible and firm right down to the smell of the air and the way the sand sinks beneath her footsteps. ]

This is -

[ she's interrupted immediately by the sound of young voices shrieking in joy, and a little girl bounds by just before her, her white hair tangled by the ocean wind, and behind her a boy who looks remarkable similar, trailing in her wake in an attempt to keep up. she runs toward someone, an elderly man with white hair and a kindly face that leans to receive her into his long arms. ]

[ At first, his thoughts are the same as her own — this, surely, must be where they intended to go, and at last they have reached their destination. This must be the world that the mermen were sent to, and they're living beneath these waters — but before he can turn and confirm this suspicion with Alisaie, two white-haired children rush past them to an older man Prompto had somehow not noticed before. But, wait...

Those definitely aren't mermen. In fact...

Prompto's face screws up in confusion and understanding all at once. They had just stepped out of one of his own memories, after all. Could that mean they had wound up in one of...Alisaie's?

Is he seeing her past, her childhood right now? ]

...Is that...?

[ He watches the elderly man embrace the children, warm and joyful. Yes, he must be...her grandfather she reveres so much. ]

Grandfather...

[ she says, though the answer is only partly for him, mostly it is a breath of wonder. for a moment the world falls away, a cool chill sweeping down her body from head to toe. she had never thought that she would set eyes upon is face again. that she would hear his laugh, his voice..

alisaie's hand slips out of prompto's, and she moves toward the cluster of people almost automatically, her gaze fixed on the old man who smiles kindly down upon his granddaughter as she hands him a pretty shell up toward him. he has such a gentle, loving smile, and he has always offered it to her so freely, no matter how she behaved, no matter whether she muddied her fine silk skirts or behaved inappropriately in front of guests.

the children sit in the sand in front of their grandfather, and alisaie sits too, entranced by the sound of his voice as he begins a story about a sea princess small enough to fit in the very seashell his granddaughter brought to him. ]

[ Alisaie goes to the man down the beach, and he isn't surprised, even if her sudden departure somewhat catches him off-guard. What is she going to do? Try to reach him? Speak to him? From his own memory, it had been quite apparent that these apparitions of the past couldn't hear or see them, but that likely isn't factoring into Alisaie's decisions right now.

She sees someone beloved in front of her, someone Prompto knows she misses with all her heart, and so instead of trying to stop her, after a few moments he moves to follow her, eventually reaching her side and sinking into the sand, fingers curled upon his knees.

He doesn't say anything for the moment, nor does he reach for Alisaie's hand. This moment is important for her, and far be it from him to interrupt it. They can just sit here and listen for as long as she would like.

He'll be at her side. ]

[ it will be.. a very long wait.

impossibly long, mayhaps.

the image of louisoix is so real, so true that it is as if he is truly here before her, the sound of his voice ringing in her ears and in her heart, and while this is a dream it is an exquisite one, built so seamlessly that it is impossible to distinguish from reality. so impossible, in fact, that she falls into it completely, and willingly. her eyes upturned are glassy and unfocused, fixed on the face of her grandsire without moving.

he rings his tale and she listens with rapt attention, soaking in the sound of his voice, and her younger counterpart does the same, a broad smile on her soft face, her eyes wide and shining. after a time, alisaie folds her arms over the stone on which her grandfather sits, laying her head upon them. what had they been doing before this? does it matter? she could listen to the sound of her grandfather's voice forever.. ]

[ They sit and listen for a long time, perhaps a little too long, because the reason the entered the rift in the first place still presses at the back of Prompto's thoughts. Besides, is it dangerous for them to stay here too long, in the past, like this? What if...something bad happens because they stayed here too long?

Still, how can he bear to interrupt her, knowing how important this is to her?

He waits awhile longer still, before at last he reaches over to gently rest a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. ]

Alisaie...

[ He begins, only to draw her attention to him, to remind her that he's here, too. A reminder that as wonderful as this might be, it...isn't real. This isn't right. ]

[ no, it isn't real, but it feels real to her, it sinks into her consciousness like hooks to keep her riveted to the spot, tempting her with a lure that she cannot hope to resist. the sound of her grandfather's voice has always been a comfort to her, kindly and warm, yet strong and sure. he read to them so often when she was young, he was always there beside her. why did he leave? why would he leave? if he loves her, why didn't he stay?

but as time passes she begins to think that maybe he did not. maybe that terrible reality where he was gone from her life - maybe that was the dream, and this was the reality. things are back to normal, now. the way they were meant to be.

certainly, there is something more insidious at play here, a force that preys on her, winding around her like ivy and holding tightly, for when prompto calls to her she hardly moves, her eyelids flickering, but not opening. ]

Just a few more moments..

[ ...She hardly even seems to her him, or feel him. She is rooted in this moment, in the past, and of course she wants to cling to it. How could he blame her for that? Her grandfather is the most important person in the world to her.

But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Harry...

Even as his stomach twists up in knots, his hand moves down her arm to her hand, to grasp at it, to give it an insistent tug. ]

Alisaie...we need to go. The mermaids...remember? We're still in the rift. This...this isn't real.

[ Much as she might wish it is. As wonderful as it might be. They can't stay here. ]

[ he tugs at her arm, and alisaie immediately snaps to attention, but not in recognition, but in irritation. tensing, she tugs her arm back, a knit forming between her brows. ]

No..

[ she murmurs roughly, her eyes cracking open just enough to shoot him a hard stare, one of her hands lifting to lay over one of louisoix's. of course the man in the dream does not notice or react, only continues to speak with the doe-eyed twins, but she can feel him nonetheless. he's so warm and solid and real.. ]

I don't want to go. Leave me.

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.

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