Pyramias and Purity [Part 1]

Legend tells of a young girl who, on one fateful day, had slipped and fell into the stream. She was too weak to fight back against the harsh waves. She was pushed into a rock and she had fell deeper into the depths of the water, being pulled down into the endless abyss below. Her eyes opened again and she looked around, the moonlight slowly fading above her, her vision became blurry, and her final breath was released. But the water had spared her, chosen her, became her. "The water is my gift... The water is... my soul..."

Legend tells of a young girl who, on one fateful day, had been trapped in a fire. Her house was burning down, her cries of fear and beg for help drowned out by the crackling of flames and destruction. It had fully consumed the lives of her family, she had seen it, forced to watch with nowhere else to turn to, watching their life fade into ashes. The fire lapped it's waves of fire at her. Embers flew around her, burning her fragile flesh, scarring her delicate frame. But the fire had spared her, chosen her, became her. "The fire is my burden... The fire, is... my soul..."