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Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West
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The information hit her existence like bullets to anything she had ever known. Reality kept going on around her, but she was lost in her own mind. Pieces of the puzzle she thought didn't fit clicked together in her head. Azalea's life was formed around forgetting and trying to begin again. True, she was only a child when her parents died, and she didn't remember much, but Daliah's speech jogged memories she thought weren't there anymore. The shadows of her past came to light. All the things Daliah said were overwhelming. The last of the Dimoni? These strangers were the people of her past. The girl on the couch named Payton was the sister that she regrettably forgotten about - until now. Registering everything that was told was a hard process in her head. She fought the tears that wanted to fall, instead leaving her with glassy eyes.

Daliah introduced everyone once again. Secretly Azalea was grateful for this. She put names to faces, and to powers in this case. When Daliah gently grabbed one of Azalea's hands, and Paytons, she looked at the girl she had bonded with all those years ago. This was the best friend she had lost that day.
"You darlings, Azalea and Payton, are sisters by soul. You have a bond so kind and tender." Daliah spoke joyfully. Azalea couldn't help but smile to herself. She tilted her head back down to hide the emotion. The word sister rang in her head. Azalea wasn't alone anymore. Though they had been apart for so long, and certain memories of their childhood together were foggy, she trusted her soul sister with her life.

Azalea held the multiple photos of her past in her hands like a delicate treasure that would perish at the slightest of touch. These were the last images of her life before the genocide. What monsters though it was a good idea to kill the very people in charge of keeping balance in the world boggled her mind. Photos of her smiling as a young girl in pigtails, with Payton at her side were the majority of the pictures collected. Her parents and herself were in one. Azalea decided she looked much like her Mother.

Being alone for so long tore at ones soul, and now she wasn't alone. She had a room full of people that were like her, and her soul sister back. The day would have been perfect if Daliah hadn't added the part in which they were required to go back to school tomorrow. Azalea hated school with a passion. She loved learning - but being the target to someones torment was frightening to the girl.

The days to come would be much different. She had a home, she had people to rely on - but going without these things for so long, how would she get back into the routine of having a home. In her mind it sounded much scarier than it should have.
"I'm sorry I didn't remember you at first Payton. It's been a long day" she apologized to her soulmate with a soft expression before looking into the unlit fireplace. She felt as if a party was to be expected at any moment to celebrate the reunion.