I try not to let my thoughts run further, to my sisters, or Vlad, or any others I've known and lost over the millennia to the rules of the Reapers. I try not to wonder what became of Aglaope. But I can still feel the press of her hands on my chest as she pushed me from the cliff, into the safety of the crystalline sea. The urgency in her eyes still claws at my mind, her final words at odds with the sweet timbre of her voice. Find Barbossa Sarno, from the ship. Get a spell. Take the weapon and get revenge. And then the feeling of falling, weightless, watching the blade of fire strike through
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