Reborn

12: The Storm

Breaks:

[L1,2 or 3] represents the beginning of a flashback to one of Elena's past lives. There is more than one past life, which is why they're numbered. Though, these memories are usually told as she sleeps and Elena herself cannot remember them.

[/L1,2 or 3] represents the end of a flashback to one of Elena's past lives.

[P] represents the beginning of a retelling of a memory in Elena's current life.

[/P] represents the end of a retelling of a memory in Elena's current life.

~3~ is just a timeskip

AN: I think I'm going to call Ch.1 until whenever they set sail the Island Arc. Cause this is definitely an Arc, lolz. Also, I drew the picture myself. Enjoy the story!

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So early in the morning, everything was quiet. Which was why I had moved to the room with the spare chests to watch how the rain fell in sheets from the sky. I focused my attention on the sound of the raindrops that pocked against the window and the way the early sun was barely able to make it's presence known through all the water. Every now and then I'd spot how a stark streak of light would jaggedly cut through the sky then listened to the abrupt crackle that shook the Summit Tree a little more with each replication.

I hadn't actually gotten much sleep at all. I'd woken with a sharp panic in my system that had careened me out of the bed. I'm still not sure how Yugo hadn't woken with how closely we'd slept together. After I'd slipped out from under the covers, I grabbed all my belongings that I'd need and portaled over to the room with my plants. 

I'd been rather frantic as I gathered things and put them in my bag. I'm still not sure how much time passed before I woke enough to realize that my actions were ludicrous. While the panic was still there, I was able to manage it enough to wonder at why I'd gathered a bit of all my medicine in preparation for a trip.

Eventually I managed to leave that room, though I couldn't bring myself to not bring my medicine with me. That's when I went into the room with the spare chests. Which is where I stayed in my attempt to finally calm.

One of the spare chests were pushed closer to the single window of the room. I'd sat down atop the lid to lean my arms on the sill with my chin rested on my wrists. A faded blue blanket had been fished out so it could be wrapped around me for mild warmth. My leg bounced. Extra energy coursed through me, giving me the desire to at least pace across the room. But I forced myself to stay still, knowing that if I paced it would be easier to give in to this panic that had nothing to do with the present.

From time to time this happened. Where I would wake with strong remnant emotions from one of the many dreams I could never remember. There was nothing to be done about it except to wait it out, let it go away on it's own. If the remnant emotion were easy enough to quell- like hunger for example- I'd do so. But for something like panic and fear or anger and deep sadness... all I could do was search for a place that felt safe and let it gradually fade. Nothing could quell it and giving in to those strong emotions tended to make them last longer than I was comfortable with. Gradually allowing the emotion to fade was the best option.

While I wasn't sure how long exactly I'd been here, I knew it was long enough for the sun to gather the strength to show itself. Bully it's way through the thick clouds as though it needed to remind everyone below that it still existed.

When I closed my eyes for too long that panic I'd woken to would bubble right back up again. There was an insistent sense that I needed to go and check on someone. Over and over I asked myself who. Who was I to check on? All my mind could conjure in answer were azure eyes.