Golden light trickles on the sea. The air is light and crisp. A gentle breeze plays above the waves. The rippling tide greets lost feet. The young Daemik stands still while observing the serene shore. 

"Beautiful." Kiora smiles. "I feel... Free."

She touches the water. The current runs at an ideal temperature. 'The mer has a strong energy.' She notices. In the years of late, her spirit has been bereft. Yet, the sea brings a sense of awareness and ...