Desreal: I doubt either of those will help you.

the sea is emotion incarnate. it loves, hates, and weeps.
it defies all attempts to capture it with words, and denies all shackles.
no matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

Saphira does not even know the one she calls, but her Song does. It reaches through the lands of Desreal, and into the heart of the desert. It reaches towards the horde of fire elements, calling them with its intoxicating voice. She does not know what one will come, but she knows someone will. So she stands in wait, bathed in moonlight, water dripping from her painted skin. Lightning forks the sky at the exact moment a flaming figure crests the horizon. A smile curves the corners of her blood torn lips. She has come.

Saphira does not go to her, but waits as she becomes clearer by each passing second. Golden eyes meet sapphire for the first time. Her fire rolls off her, blazing. Her water stretches forward, yearning to touch, to squelch. The shard whispers to her She came, the last piece. The last blood. Drink Saphira, and be free of your cravings. DrinkI Saphira cannot refuse, doesn’t want to. The song pulls her nearer, offering her everything she has ever desired, and more. Only then, as Saphira is mere inches away, does part of her mind register that this must be Lebanon. The mother of her grandchildren. Half of her checks itself, attempts ot shy away, but the overpowering pull of the two shards, will not be abated. Saphira reaches out damp skin meeting flames. Her lips run across the heated flesh of her cheek, whispering softly into her ear.

“You came... Now you are mine.”

The last word seems to echo, as if added by another voice. Her lips peel back, revealing her bloodstained teeth. They grasp, tear, and drink. Lebanon’s fire blood igniting down her throat, pulsating into the shard. The final piece, the puzzle complete. The shard rejoices, followed by more pain. It shudders through her, and for a single moment the shard ignites from the outside. A blinding light flashes before it dims. It whispers to Saphira I am reborn once again. Good job my beautiful Siren. But your job is only beginning.

Saphira turns to look at the stranger, the song releasing. This time to be fed by the power of the shard. The pull of it’s activation and it’s ties to Saphira through Lebanon. She steps closer, water rolling over the wound, washing away the blood. She draws back, knowing her discomfort. And you can see the pain in her eyes, she is sorry. You have no idea. But is gone, faster than it was ever there. Her shards are restored, and Saphira is once again, lost to them all.

“I am Saphira, and you, Lebanon, are my slave.”

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

Keeper of the Air and Lightning Shards

water III + lightning III + air III
rennervate + siren song + isare + imperium