when will my life begin

Just as quickly as he appeared and disappeared Siren was taken again to somewhere else. Darkness reigned but slowly she watched as the ever changing geometric landscape returned. Slowly she began to make out the shapes and the light continued to increase. The landscape was much calmer now, the climax of her journey has been the moment that her father dissolved in front of her. Now it felt like instead of a journey towards she was making a return. The movements around her were slower, as though she was meant to think back on the journey so far. To digest and accept what she had seen.

This continued for longer than Siren could contemplate, but every moment saw a small decrease in intensity, until she was only just barely hanging onto the vision. Siren began to regain control of her body and mind, but as the last tendrils escaped her the girl was given one last foggy vision. She could hardly make it out, but she was entirely certain of what she saw. Herself, brushed out well and decorated in delicate golden jewelry perched upon a luxurious pearl throne.

As soon as she realized what she was looking at she felt like she was fully returned to her body and the present tense. Siren blinked open her dual toned eyes to find herself returned to Cicero and the tiny camp beneath the willow tree. The tiny girl took in a deep breath as she tried to full reintegrate into her body.