Second Life: Strelitzia's Story.
Author's Note: Writer's block hit again and as I like Strelitzia so much despite her shortage of appearence, so as those of you who have seen her in Chapter 18 of "Kingdom Hearts III: Second War", I've finally decided to begin on her side of Second Life which would lead up to her appearence in the other story.
This will most likely be slow as well, but you know how it goes. Let's begin.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy.
Prologue: The Calling...
"...I wish I...could have met you."
Those final words she uttered before her death repeated in Strelitzia's subconsciousness before she had faded away. It haunted her, even in her resting place. Her heart was lost to darkness, her Chirithy had ceased to exist due to her death, and even worse...her Book that Master Ava entrusted to her had been stolen.
Stolen by the assassin with the weapon that was not a Keyblade. She had no idea who he was, or why he murdered her to steal her book. Was it to take her place as jealously? Or something more sinister? Could he have been the traitor everyone had been foretold and had no way of knowing until it was too late?
It did not matter, though. Not now.
Strelitzia was lost to the Realm of Light, and failed her duties as the new Foreteller. She was to remain dead, lost and forgotten in the never ending darkness. Her memories were all but washed away...except for her name, and her final moments. She didn't know how long she was in the darkness, and it did not matter. She knew there was no return from the darkness. Perhaps she casted her heart into darkness which made it easier for her murderer to find and kill her, because doubt was also darkness.
It's time...
A strangely voiceless voice echoed, and to Strelitzia's floating heart, it sounded very familiar. Before she knew what was going on, light began to light up the dark area around her, and small particles of light gathered around the heart, coming together as though shielding it. It then formed into the body of the young teenage girl who had been lost into darkness; long orange ginger hair tied up in two loose ponytails, a white short skirt dress with long loose sleeves, white matching boots that went up to her knees and blue eyes which slowly blinked open.
"Light...? Warm light..." Strelitzia weakly mumured. Her head felt hazy, and she felt sleepy.
It's time...
"Who...are you?" Strelitzia inquired. She tried to locate the origin of the voice, but found she was all alone in this warm light.
It's time...to give you a second chance.
"A second...chance?" Strelitzia repeated, confused. She then found the strength to straight herself from the lying position as she continued to float in the light, becoming more and more awake. In fact, for the first time in what seemed like ages, she felt life inside her, as though...she hadn't died at all. It was strange.
She shook her head and gazed up, asking, "A second chance of what? I don't understand."
A second chance to live. You are about to return to where you were taken away from. There is still so much to do...and so little time. Take your time.
Strelitzia gasped. A second chance to live? She was actually going to return to life? "That's not possible. No one has ever died and then returned to life! Have they?"
There are exceptions, but not wisely comman. Your life was unwisely taken, and it should not have ended that way.
"But...why me? I already failed as a Dandelion, and a Foreteller. What right do I have to return to the world? Has it even survied the War? Was it rebuilt?" Strelitzia asked, almost desperately. Why would it be her?
Centuries have passed since your passing. The world has been split into fragments of many; most of those you have seen through illusions; the worlds of the future.
The young woman sighed, "So I'm going to repeat my journey before the War, only in a strange future I am vaguely familiar with?" before realizing that most of her memories had already began to return.
No. Those worlds already had their tales told, but aided by the newer generations of the Keyblade; those whom are the Realm's hope. Some whose lives were ruined, similiar to yours, but are close to being saved. Four have already been saved, by the Realm's true chosen. But he cannot do this alone, even with allies who aided him to save the worlds twice.
"So they already had faced another danger of darkness. What mistakes were done now?"
I am sorry, but for you to know the truth, you must go and find them. Rebuild your life. Help others, and then you will be able to live in peace.
Strelitzia gazed her head low, not really certain. Was she ready to try again, to make a fresh start? What if she failed at this as she failed in her previous task before the Keyblade War? Her heart ached and suddenly she felt the terror of failing again.
"Would I...have to do this alone?" She asked, doubtful.
You will not be alone. A companion whom you lost along with your life shall be returned to you. And...one of the reborn from another Calamity will join you.
Well, that was some relief at least. That still left with one question.
"Okay. Say if I agree to do this, what do I have to do in order to meet the people who need my help?" Strelitzia asked.
Travel to many worlds. Enter a dimension where history is very different. Time has been distrupted and now many alternate realms are beginning to connect as they should not. Seek the newly born Gods who once took form as Eidolons, and take on many forms as Summons. Firstly, meet your companions, and only then, your perilous journey will begin. Will you accept this task?
That sounded quite a lot for her to do, and Strelitzia wasn't naive enough to think that it would all be done the correct way. But if she was being given another chance in life, maybe she can do this as her way to atone for her failure. It was going to be risky, but she was a wielder of the Keyblade.
And being a Keyblade wielder always risk their lives in whatever task they were given.
Nodding to herself, Strelitzia gazed up again, this time with determation. "Okay. I'll do it...!"
Very well, child. But be warned. Darkness lurks stronger than ever, some who would attempt to decieve you, so be cautious...and don't be afraid.
The light around her then lit up brighter which caused Strelitzia to cry out as she attempted to shield her eyes, before realising she was passing out. But not before she heard the mysterious woman's voice for the final time.
Good luck, and May your Heart be your Guiding Key.
A/N: Thus begins Strelitzia's new adventure. In the next chapter, she will meet a familiar friend, familiar monsters and two new allies and that their adventure will start. Hope I did okay with trying to stick to her character, but we hardly get to know her.
See you in the next chapter when I'm able to post again.
