Before Ya Read Note: Not much is explained in this chapter, despite the fact it's fairly interesting. So, don't go off trying to figure out the title (you might hurt yourself trying). Anywho, this is a fanfic for Kingdom Hearts (duh), and sort of a 'storyline' idea for Kingdom Hearts 3 (assuming they're making one). All in all, hope ya like it, and please: REVIEW!
Overview:
In order for either darkness or light to exist, they must have each other.
They must exist by each other.
Without darkness, there would be no light for there would be nothing else for anything to be, which would also happen if there was no light which would mean there would be no darkness. And even with each other in existence it is pure chaos. For they wish for the other one to fully disappear for they think that they shall prevail and reign completely. Wrong. And sadly, there are very few who realize it. More so, very few who ever shall. One of them, in this sad land of magic and hopeful wishing would be Zierra. She is not well known, but perhaps that is because she wants it that way. For if she was, she would probably be assassinated, or, at the least, many would die in attempt. Her power is not to be trifled with.
In light, there are Princess'. The one most similar to Zierra being Kairi, the Princess of Hearts. In darkness, however, there are Sorceresses. Zierra is the strongest of them all and most of the time, orchestrates darkness, thus light by using pawns. It is her cruel heart that condemns her to love the darkness' mystery, which only makes the woes of enemies humorous in her eyes. But as the years continued of using her pawns in an intricate game for those trying to become a true person using Hearts, her own heart has been bewitched. She swore to herself it'd never happen again, but it seems the harder she tries, the harder she falls. Now the true villianess that created all of these problems for Sora and the rest of his friends steps out, in an attempt to find who she really is. And why tyrants of darkness battle the forces of light.
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Chapter 1: The Maroon Mark
At the 'Dark Domicile'"Zierra, are you sure you're fine?"
"Positive."
"But, you look even paler then usual—"
"I'm fine, d-mn it!"
"No need to throw your temper at me."
"I can do whatever I want, Cierus!" Her tone was nearly hysterical.
"As can I." He sounded slightly amused/humored.
"YOU FIND IT FUNNY!" She roared from across the room, turning to face him. Her eyes ablaze despite the serene blue it beheld.
"I have no idea what I would find funny…" He replied calmly which made her look an idiot, which ended up only enraging her more "And don't you make me exert force over you, Zierra. You know what happened last time." He warned, pupils becoming slits.
"You were lucky; that was all." She replied, stiffly. Actually, it had been because Zierra had been training against all of the other Sorceresses all that day and had become tired. So, obviously, when Cierus fought her, she nearly lost, but managed to win nonetheless. But, Zierra wasn't admitting that she was even ever weak. Either way, she didn't enjoy talking about her strength…she liked it more when people just accepted that fact that she was younger and stronger then them all.
Cierus laughed from his lack of knowledge at Zierra. His tall frame rising from his leather chair making Zierra eyed him warily. Cierus wasn't as powerful as her…at least, when Zierra really wanted to show him who was boss. But, she didn't feel like herself today…an only problem that Cierus was going to use to his own advantage.
"I think you're lying." He drawled, as he came closer. Zierra whipped out a long sword-looking weapon from the air. Shadows that danced like flames were on the blade which is in the shape of an intricately complicated key. Her ShadowFire keyblade. But just as it came out, Cierus used his own power over the shadows to lock her wrists and ankles to the wall.
Her keyblade clanked to the floor helpless just before Zierra summoned it back into her hand. Unfortunately, that gave Cierus the chance to step on the side so he wasn't in range of the keyblade.
"A pity you're so arrogant…" He said, laughing, as he began summoning some more shadows for a more painful attack…
"A pity you're so stupid." Spat Zierra, fear still not registering in her head. Then again since when had it ever?
At this comment, Cierus slapped her across the face, which only arouse more rage in Zierra. Still struggling to break loose from the hard hold, she began cursing at him; he grinned. Now howling with fury, there was a soft 'crack' as Zierra broke loose at to Cierus's clear surprise
"That's—that's not possible!" He stammered, looking at Zierra like a new person. "You're not supposed to have such power!"
This time, it was Zierra's turn to laugh, her eerily, electric blue eyes enticing him. "Oops. Guess I broke the rules. I tend to do that. So just remember this: I'm unpredictable" She purred devilishly as Cierus stared at her with disbelief and dismay. She lifted the keyblade above her head to get the most power to kill him as Cierus cowered before her. The swung hard and fast, and the wind rushing past the blade was even audible. However, mere millimeters above a single strand of hair, the blade stopped. He looked up, dazed.
"I thought you were going to kill me." He said, dumbfounded. Zierra wasn't one for second chances, and he'd been lucky to escape so many close calls before.
"I just remembered…something." She stammered, her anger finally dying away. Suddenly, her head felt light, as if it were filled with helium. Her vision blurred so she could barely even make out the large, stained-glass windows that shed light into the room. With her lack of concentration, the ShadowFire keyblade melted away and her body fell limp against the wall.
Perhaps something more then being in love was wrong with her….
- - - - - - - - - + 40 Hours Later… + - - - - - - - - -
"Cierus, how could you not realize something was wrong with her?"
"Well, I asked her, but then she became distressed —"
"Well we could've cured her then! Now she's doomed…"
The voices were very vague, and Zierra already didn't like the tones…. She recognized Cierus' meek comeback, but not the other one…was it one of the other Sorceresses? Yes…then it was probably Nyxx.
Her eyes flickered open to realize she was in her bedroom with Cierus on one side and a petite girl with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes: Nyxx.
"Zierra!" She yelled at once, her eyes now furious. "How could you?" She grabbed Zierra by her shirt and shook her while repeating 'How could you?' over and over again. Stunned, Zierra couldn't even protest…why was she suddenly so weak?
After the blonde finally stopped, now composing herself, Zierra gained enough energy to speak.
"What's wrong with me?" Zierra's voice cracked, but she didn't really care. Nyxx was rarely so shaken…
The petite girl looked up to face her, those ambary brown eyes mournful at her friend. Zierra was now thoroughly disturbed. Nyxx rarely showed such emotions…
"How could you?" Nyxx whimpered as Zierra continued to lay, completely dumbfounded.
"What did I do?" Zierra asked quietly, realizing how weak even her throat was. "How long was I out?" She added in case Nyxx couldn't answer the first question.
"You've been out for nearly two days." Choked out Nyxx, "And…you—you." She gulped. In the dim light Zierra could even see her fighting back tears. Her hands shook as she lifted a mirror from Zierra's own dresser and handed it to her. Taking it, Zierra gazed into her own reflection.
Immediately, her shocking blue gaze stared right back at her, as vivid as ever. She still had her pale skin complexion and her long ebony hair still slightly covered her face in a demonic way. All in all, she looked completely fine. Perhaps a bit paler then usual, but nothing truly out of the ordinary. And then she realized it. Her normally black shirt that opened up to show off her pendant bestowing the title of Superior Shadow Sorceress on it was now a definite dark maroon, although it could be mistaken for black at afar…. She gasped and looked down from the mirror's reflection only to realize that it was true. With Nyxx's rare expression she hadn't even noticed her wardrobe's settle change. But this was nearly equivalent to the room being on fire in importance.
The shirts all of the Sorceresses wore reflect emotions. If the shirt was black, then she was fine and relatively normal. If it was dark green, it meant she envied someone or wanted something desperately. If yellow it meant she was immensely pleased or hyper. If it was orange it meant she was relaxed and entranced. If blue, it meant she was overly depressed. If it was in the shade of purple, it meant she was feeling generous. If white, it meant she was not worthy to be a Sorceress and should be on the light side. If it was gray, it meant she was confused or lost. And if it were any of the colors except much more vivid and electric, it meant she was enraged or infuriated. And the last one, red, was the one the Sorceresses hated the most. It wasn't nearly as bad as white, but still hated because it came around more often then white. It meant that the sorceress was in love. The intensity of affection varying on the darkness. A very light, almost pinkish coloration means it's very deep and if it's a dark, blackish-red meant it was only slight. But, maroon marked another step in love. It meant it wasn't extreme, but deep enough that it would break a heart if she were forced to stop loving whoever it was. And there was no mistaking her shirt for any other color then maroon. She groaned.
She had known it. And she had promised herself it wouldn't happen again. But it had…seldom, yes, but it had. She nearly swore. She had noticed it before…but she kept on convincing herself she'd fight it off. Always. Not now, though. Not with maroon on her shirt. It had been those d two days, hadn't it? She had told herself she'd be able to fight it off by one-day time, and she probably could've. But with two days and unable to do anything, the affection had intensified and evolved. Cuss words poured in her mind.
"Who is it?" Asked Nyxx, still not looking at Zierra. The dark-haired, youth looked up in alarm, not expecting Nyxx to interrupt her from her thoughts.
"Why do you need to know?" Replied Zierra, curious.
Nyxx didn't reply, but a bloodlust gleam in her eye told the story. She was going to kill him. A fire roared in Zierra…no, she wouldn't let her. Friend or not, he was just…too…. What was she talking about! She already sounded like one of those drunken lovers that wandered pathetically hopeless. But she still couldn't deny the love for him…
Just listen to yourself! Do you have any idea how stupid you sound? He's this, he's that, blah, blah, blah. You gotta get out of this before you're not even a Sorceress anymore! Even your rightful position as Superior won't last long now…
The thought of giving up her beloved position of Superior Shadow Sorceress did not please Zierra whatsoever either. It wasn't that she had worked hard to get where she was, for she hadn't. It was simply natural talent that had gotten her this far. Or perhaps it had been her love for shadows themselves and how she nearly praised them, and didn't become frustrated or angered at them that had excelled her to this level. The job for irritating her, of course, was human ignorance, which was quite good at it too.
Either way, she still wasn't going to give up her human love…it just seemed…right this time. It wasn't like those other times from admiration or anything… it had just slowly happened…. In fact, she had at first she hadn't even liked him at first. Being just a pawn, after all, he was not someone Zierra usually went for. Even so, she smiled at the thought of him. Actually, the bond had been there for a while—wait, had it?
She pondered at this silently as Nyxx remained silent plotting with Cierus. She was still stronger then them anyways and always would be, so it didn't matter in her eyes. Despite the powerful emotion of love darkness was in her soul and forever would. The light in her heart was caged and controlled by darkness, yet she didn't care. She'd probably never care just as her keeper darkness did.
"Do you even have any sense of loyalty to the Sorceresses?" Asked Nyxx suddenly, breaking the spell of silence. She looked up at Zierra with a new face. Any hint of once-known friendship was erased from it. Zierra tensed, and felt an aura of energy rise around herself. Oh, so now her strength came back? It was good though; she knew she'd need it if Nyxx decided to challenge Zierra for 'treason' and, of course, her position. Superior Shadow Sorceress was still a title she wasn't going to give up though. Even she could not deny the fun of having bragging-rights that came with the title.
"I feel loyalty, yes, or why else would I be here, Nyxx?" Shot back Zierra, "Either way, if I remember correctly, you've been close to maroon a few times before—"
"Don't change the idea, d-mmit!" Shouted Nyxx. Her shirt shifted to a bright green. "And if you feel so loyal to those who have given you everything, why are you becoming like light scum?"
Zierra's eyes narrowed and her ebony hair overshadowed her face. Nyxx was drifting dangerously close to her edge of her temperament. "Nobody has given me everything. I am who I am and where I am from myself and only myself. Do not try to insult my power nor degrade it. And I was not changing the idea, you idiot. I was trying to say that you shouldn't act like I've done worse. After all, we had to kill you lover or else you'd be maroon. I, however, have convinced myself—"
"Then why have you had your heart bewitched?" Sneered Nyxx, any friendship or neutral-feelings evaporated into an abyss of the past. It was all rage now. Her shirt hurt to look at from the brightness now. "Answer that, 'O great Zierra."
"Because, my arrogant Beta Shadow Sorceress", replied Zierra, growing irritated from Nyxx's ignorance, "If you had let me finished I could not have done that because I abruptly fainted. Is it my fault my body decided to fail on me? I could've—"
"But you didn't." Cut off Nyxx, coldly. "And you can't change that fact, Zierra. No matter how much it isn't your fault, you're still the one in love."
And despite all the hate Zierra felt towards Nyxx at that moment, she couldn't deny the fact that Nyxx was right, and that she was in love.