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Chapter 2: A New Day Rises Part1
Another day greets the somber shores of Melinda Island. The sun god peeks over the horizon, like a flaming ball surfacing out the blue waters. The wind blew steadily and the soft warm rays began to reach the sandy shoreline. It was early morning and the usual hustle and bustle inside the Tuatha de Danaan occurs as usual.
Capt. Teressa Testarossa is alone in her personal quarters. Having finished a satisfying bath and putting on her tan colored uniform, she now fixes her long silvery hair. At sixteen, she doesn't seem to be appropriate to be heading such a large crew, much more command one of Mithril's best tech-advanced submarine, the de Danaan. If not for the uniform, she wouldn't seem fit to be found in such a place. A girl with a calming voice, delicate skin, a kind pair of light daisy eyes and couldn't survive much in frontal combat. But behind those soft gentle stare of her eyes, Captain Testarossa is definitely more than that. A successful year of heading the Danaan had just proven that. But as she slowly brush her hair, her movement tells that something is troubling her thoughts. Her eyes, deeply stare at the mirror opposite her. It has been a month after Gauron wreaked havoc inside Dana, and as captain, it left her the task to restore the one place she almost considers home, and deal with the loss of two of her loyal men, her family. As a person, it left her pain, deep grief and self-doubt.
She now places the last twist of her braid and finally secures it with one of her ribbons. In a moment she stands up from her chair and carefully smoothens out her coat. With that and a final look in the mirror, she turns and heads out towards the door and sets off for the control room.
It is time, she tells herself.