Author's note: This fic is slow paced and currently, as of 6/2/12, has very little action and is my attempt to try conveying a deeper meaning and more developed plot within a longer work. It's also not in a usual manner of writing, it goes through important events, day to day like a diary made into a movie except it's more movie than diary. Darker themes are woven within but nothing I believe that turns this 'T' into an 'M,' probably shouldn't even be a 'T,' unless of course if your imagination spawns it. I'm playing on the idea one of the creators said about NiGhTS, that he/she wasn't really evil or good but like a child in a larger world finding a home and facing forces larger than him/her. Some of those forces don't have the best intentions. (Personally, I still say the conversations need work. What do you think? Note: Read more than a few lines before answering.)
Story time:
Trees snapped from the sheer force of the winds born from their flight's wake, their disembodied limbs gingerly bubbling away to wisps of shimmering energy. The Nightopians took shelter were they could in the fairly dense underbrush from the two warring powers. Explosions from their collisions like fireworks, fiery trails flaring out drastically. The devastating powers' resultant mixture of energies churning started to darken the sky as "clouds" formed of the darker energies.
At first they were relieved as the deafening din ceased but the feeling didn't last long as many realized the negative energies still steeped in the air, causing shivers to go down any spine present. Those brave enough would peep out of their hiding places in the shadows only to stare in horror. The "Kind One"** was held fast in Reala hold, arms pinned behind his/her back. While struggling, Reala drifted, pulling NiGHTS along with him/her, towards the Gazing Pool (which surprised NiGHTS). They could see Reala whispering something to NiGHTS, much to his/her dismay, but no Nightopians could hear them from the distance they had taken for safety. Whatever it was, they could tell, NiGHTS grew increasingly upset only to grow suddenly still, a sadden look on his/her features just as a coy, grinning snarl crept across Reala face.
Many Nightopians jumped as NiGHTS swiftly swirled around, a determined expression on his/her face, to flip Reala downwards towards the inky waters only for Reala to catch NiGHTS arm. Reala used NiGHTS momentum and flung NiGHTS right round, the both of them spinning like a windmill briefly, gaining speed. Momentarily stunned, NiGHTS was thrown directly down. The waters showed little reaction to NiGHTS breaking the mirror surface.
An animalistic shriek filled the air as NiGHTS shot into the air, his/her exit disrupting the still waters as they rushed to the pool's edge. Streaking across the sky into the distant, NiGHTS left behind a smirking Reala and quivering Nightopians.
**'Kind One' is a nickname that just stuck