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There is only one word to describe the people who have raised Yumi. That word has already been said, somewhere else. Parents who vanished, and a mentor who allowed her to vanish with them. Despite the only assumption being that whoever goes to that island dies, Yumi was allowed to go there, to face whatever would come for her. Most likely death. However, it wasn't to be. Or at least, it wasn't going to be the case 'yet' as it wasn't death that awaited those who arrived at the island of no return. It was a close second, however. As Yumi would be on her ship, sailing forth without a crew on her tiny boat due to no sailor wishing to go to that infamous island any longer, and coming across the most horrific storm of her entire life. Gigantic black tornados swirled, lightning crashed down and thunder deafened her. It was as if the gods themselves were out to punish Yumi for her irresponsible behavior to follow that of her parents. And punish they did. The mast of the ship cracked, she lost control over the steering, and two waves slamming together shattered the boat into splinters, sending Yumi into the dark depths below.
Naturally, she should have been afraid. Anyone would be afraid to drown, or get lost at sea to slowly die. Neither was a pretty fate. For Yumi though... Air filled her lungs. It was impossible to see in the black abyss of the stormy ocean. The source of the air was incomprehensible. However, the pressure was still very real. Sinking into the depths, the shock and stress made Yumi pass out as the pressure rendered her unable to think. The uncertainty of darkness surrounded her. Her entire time unconscious would be spent in a state that was unaware if she was even alive or just a soul waiting to be collected by the gods of the afterlife. Only after a time, would she awaken.
Lying in a bed, Yumi still felt the pressure from before, though at a lesser extent. She was inside of a dark room only barely lit by strange white crystals that gave a faint white glow. To her left was what seemed to be a black coral reef. Underwater plant life was abundant, and those white crystals were everywhere, casting weak light here and there to give the world outside a very ominous and somber appeal. She was not out there in the ocean, and instead in a room with actual oxygen. The world she was seeing was behind what seemed to be a very glossy membrane. It looked as if it was actively resisting the intense pressure of the ocean outside.
Inside the room, Yumi saw a simple setup. She was laying in a seashell shaped bed. It was curled in such a way that had her sinking into a velvet texture red in color, unlike any fabric she had ever seen and almost alien in design. The shell itself was pure white, as were the two women standing over her. Both wearing religious garbs of white with gold trim. One was wearing a white mesh mask of sturdy material over her face, while the other's appearance
Seeing her wake was something they apparently wanted. The one with her face visible spoke immediately while Yumi's body felt in pain from the pressure of the ocean, unused to being in such territory. "Speak your faith, now. Do not lie about whom you worship." she declared with a very serious and no-nonsense inquisition.
Naturally, she should have been afraid. Anyone would be afraid to drown, or get lost at sea to slowly die. Neither was a pretty fate. For Yumi though... Air filled her lungs. It was impossible to see in the black abyss of the stormy ocean. The source of the air was incomprehensible. However, the pressure was still very real. Sinking into the depths, the shock and stress made Yumi pass out as the pressure rendered her unable to think. The uncertainty of darkness surrounded her. Her entire time unconscious would be spent in a state that was unaware if she was even alive or just a soul waiting to be collected by the gods of the afterlife. Only after a time, would she awaken.
Lying in a bed, Yumi still felt the pressure from before, though at a lesser extent. She was inside of a dark room only barely lit by strange white crystals that gave a faint white glow. To her left was what seemed to be a black coral reef. Underwater plant life was abundant, and those white crystals were everywhere, casting weak light here and there to give the world outside a very ominous and somber appeal. She was not out there in the ocean, and instead in a room with actual oxygen. The world she was seeing was behind what seemed to be a very glossy membrane. It looked as if it was actively resisting the intense pressure of the ocean outside.
Inside the room, Yumi saw a simple setup. She was laying in a seashell shaped bed. It was curled in such a way that had her sinking into a velvet texture red in color, unlike any fabric she had ever seen and almost alien in design. The shell itself was pure white, as were the two women standing over her. Both wearing religious garbs of white with gold trim. One was wearing a white mesh mask of sturdy material over her face, while the other's appearance
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. The only thing Yumi could smell was that of the salty sea. Especially from the two women before her, who each looked drenched as if they had just gotten done swimming in their gowns, which weren't as pathetic looking as one might expect a religious garb to be from getting wet. Oddly enough, it looked to be made of a silky material that had water just run right off of it.Seeing her wake was something they apparently wanted. The one with her face visible spoke immediately while Yumi's body felt in pain from the pressure of the ocean, unused to being in such territory. "Speak your faith, now. Do not lie about whom you worship." she declared with a very serious and no-nonsense inquisition.