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This whole place looks familiar like I've been here before. Only this time, sometimes feels different. I used to be afraid of fire. Everyone knows that about me but what they don't know is that I am more terrified of the dark. Being left alone in the darkness is one of my worst fear.

Walking through the fires of hell is a really good excuse to get over my fear of being burned alive, at least now I know why I was afraid of them in the first place.

There's no one here but with each step I take brings me back to when I used to hide in my closet when I was a kid, hiding from monsters that didn't exist. I grew up and sudden the monsters I spent my early years hiding from became real, I've seen them first hand and I know how they think because in a way I'm one to.

I can hear their agonies through the screams. I never want to know what happened here or what's happening. I'm here for a reason and it's weird to think that I used be afraid of fire and this place doesn't scare me. The birth place of death.

My feet connects with the surface. I can feel the hotness beneath me but I don't feel any pain, it's soothing and I know that's not normal because I feel everything else except my pain.

I halt as soon as I sight him. Now, I know why this place looks familiar. This is his home and he calls to me every night in my sleep only I don't remember when I wake. It's sucks to know that I'll soon wake up from my dream and I won't remember him until I sleep again.

Azra.

The mighty dragon of my grandmother appears in my front, looking healthy as ever. The beast spreads his mighty wings, shaking his body before leaning down towards me, even this way he is still very much taller than me.

I raise my hand slowly, reaching out to touch him. I know he won't hurt me, he needs me and I need him too. I don't know how to explain it but the dragon and I have a connection. I am the Raven and Lurytendra is the Dragon. We have no business to be this connected to each other and I can't figure it out because I won't remember if I wake up.

I can't communicate with him because I don't how. So I do the only I know he likes, petting him.

My hand connects with his scales right between his nose. My body shudder as I feel the surge of powers pass through me. My eyes widens, so did Azra's. I can feel it, I can feel everything. It's like I'm inside his–

"Camille Raven Stark," I tense when I hear a familiar voice. "Welcome. I have been expecting you."

I remove my hand from Azra's body and he retreats into the darkness. Just like that. Bracing myself as I turn around, I know what comes next. She doesn't want me here and every night the same thing happens. My eyes meets hers but it don't stay long as I scream…

My eyes flutter open. Oh, my neck. I close my eyes, trying to fill some blanks. I'm missing something but I don't know what. Whatever. I don't have time for soul searching.

I reach out my hand because I feel empty, and I know what left my body. Trying not to wince as the Elsword returns to wherever it comes from. This is starting to happen often, me waking up with the Elsword else where, at least it's not stuck in Damian's gut this time.

Argh! Stop it, Cami. I said no thinking about Damian ever. No mentioning his name too.

After feeling that everything is where they're supposed to be. I open my eyes, leaning away from the shelf I fell asleep on. In front of me are different spell books, trying to find a location spell to locate a dead body but it's hard. I've been holed up in the library since, I don't even know what the time is.

Damian is obviously onto me about my research on ghosts and spirits, and it's only a matter of time before he finds out what I'm doing. I changed the course of my research since I couldn't find anything on the spell Jessica wrote for me and I haven't talked to her. I decided to find Roman's dead body because I think if I can find the body, I can make peace with his death. I mean, maybe the spirit is right and I'm just going crazy or I don't know. All I know is I have find Roman's body and I know what to do next.

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