She stood up facing the blue sea, taking in the scent of it. It felt warming and it was just what she needed. This place reminded her of her Father and the memories they had shared together. The weird dream she had before came rushing and it made her slightly worried again.

What if it was really true? What if he needed her help?.

She thought.

He is dead Anny. Dead people don't need help.

The voice responded, making her think twice about it.

She doubted that he could really be in trouble, so she decided not to bother the healer or her Master.

Master!.

She was starting to hate...