~I stared at my reflection in the water. My hair, a silky periwinkle-silver that flowed to my waist. My eyes, a duality of natural blue and unnatural purple. My skin, pale as the moonlight scattering across the deep, still, blue-green sea. However...
I vaguely remembered the impact. A brilliant flash. A surge of energy. All delicate instruments and meters spinning out of control. Water rushing into the vessel, flooding through and sending my crewmates scattering every which way.
The memories blurred together as I recalled hitting my head on the console I was seated at. Consciousness flickered in and out as I was ripped away from my post. Heat washed over me as the sinking submarine drifted past, then bitter cold creeped in. Darkness surrounded me. Not even the deep-sea landscape my crew had been scanning could be seen through the gloom.
I faintly recalled arms around me and a face silhouetted in the darkness.
My last moments of consciousness were filled with blurs of light and echoed, muffled voices.
I stared at my reflection in the water. My hair, a silky periwinkle-silver that flowed to my waist. My eyes, a duality of natural blue and unnatural purple. My skin, pale as the moonlight scattering across the deep, still, blue-green sea.
However, the figure staring back at me was indeed me, yet... so unfamiliar.
Her hair flowed past her knees, some piled on top of her head in a round, delicate bun. Painted on each of her cheeks were three spots of blue, with a very very small crescent moon painted in the center of her forehead. She wore long robes of red and gold, fasted about her waist with a dark blue sash or belt. Around her neck was a single crystal point on a reddish-gold chain: the only familiar piece of her outfit. The stone gave off an eerie turquoise glow in the still dark waters.
That stone still glowed even as she faded away.
Her voice—no, my voice—called out, musical and elegant but unintelligible.
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White filled my vision. My lungs ached as consciousness flooded back through me. Throbbing pain echoed through my mind. I felt as though I had awoken from a deep sleep, startled from a nightmare... even though the vision had been more confusing than terrifying.
Except... my nightmare wasn't quite over yet.
Figures I didn't recognize loomed in my peripherals. Strands of blue or green hair framed their pale faces, streaks or spots of what looked like pale blue paints decorating their cheeks and foreheads. Long robes of soft-looking dark blue fabric hung from their lanky frames, lighter blue belts cinching the fabric around the waist.
Still others hung around in the background, dressed in heavy armor with helmets, spears, and fabric heraldry.
The figures before me parted for a tall, masculine figure dressed in more intricate gold robes than the ones worn by the other figures. His hair and beard were a stark white, long and braided into uniform tresses, trailing on the floor and decorated with golden beads.
