
She's done it. She managed to reach out to someone. Her father, she believed. She didn't know where he was or who he was, but she knew he had a strong connection with her mother. She's felt it in her nightmares, in the visions that had burned into her mind when she was resurrected. She didn't know however if he would ever come. From what she had dreamed, her mother wasn't so nice. She hadn't assumed a form, not knowing what to look like, and she didn't want to assume her mother's form just yet, worried that she may drive her suspected father away.
But it had been a few days now and she kept reaching out to him, not knowing what else to do. She even pleaded for him to come. She had nowhere to go, and he was her best bet. Well... there was her aunt, but Silvina knew that it was her that ripped her away and buried her in the shallow grave she now stood beside.
Once more, she focused her mind and called out. "Father, please. I need your help. I want to fix what mother has broken."