She flew over the ocean of Iria gleefuly. Dead has it's advantages, she thought. She breathed in the brine and sea air as she flew. She left accursed Filia behind her. She would start a new life as a ghost. A better one she hoped. She finally reached land, seeing a few settlers, waiting for their pass to the new land Iria. She flew on to Tir Chonaill and sat in the cement square. She realized Uladh was different from Iria. It was more....carefree, as if something had been lifted from this place and it was celebrating. A person appeared before her, as if out of nowhere. She scrambled back, as instinct from years in prison. That person was a 15-year-old girl, with blue clear eyes and brown straight hair. She had a friendly smile and a nice voice, and talked to her like a frightened animal. She was wearing a elaborate Nathane's Snow Mountain Coat that framed her face in feathery whiteness and blue fabric. Elfia looked at the girl more directly. The girl was seethrough also. She whispered, "Are you ready?". Elfia didn't know what she meant but all of a sudden a white light. She felt lightweight like a feather and couldn't see anything but heard a soft voice saying clear, "The gods have pitied you, though your crimes you will have to pay for still. You will never feel the same, but the gods as punishment will make you remember your past life". The light disappeared and she was dropped in Tir Square again. She looked at herself through a mirror in a bag. She gasped, This isn't me she thought.. Her green eyes were replaced by red ones, her mouth in a small mouth, her hair into white straight hair. She felt....different. She was wearing the same clothes though. She breathed in then out...... If the world rebirthed me then the demon is getting what she deserved. The demon was named Creatia. Elfia loathed with every bone in her body. Her new body.
Is this the gods intended for Elfia?
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