A/N: Alrighty guys! I'm as bad as Square, haha! This series connects to my other series, the Turnabout Hearts series. You don't have to read that before this, but I would suggest reading it before the story set during 358/2 Days, and especially before Kingdom Hearts III, because that's where this series and that one will combine into one.

This story follow an OC who has been BEGGING for her story to be written, and you'll meet her in this chapter!

Unlike Aurora, the protag of Turnabout Hearts, she is not related to any canon character.

Alright… I don't think I have much more to put here. So, here we go!

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Chapter One: Different Worlds

It was dark in Paradise, a beautiful world that knew both light and darkness of its own. Night had fallen long ago, and the stars could be seen clearly above Hominum, a lush oasis full of crystal water and beautiful white marble buildings. A small family was making their way quickly among these buildings, dodging around the numerous pillars that decorated them.

Shadows surged after them, growing closer all the time, but the family seemed oblivious to them.

Another figure flew above them, long, strong dark wings stretched wide, shaping the air beneath them to allow her to glide. Her eyes were locked on the shadows, a glowing sword in her hand.

Suddenly, the family of three stopped. The father pulled a large long bow off his back. The winged figure shifted her gaze from the shadows to in front of the family, and cursed her one-track mind.

Three Demons, hideous beings of darkness, stood before the family. They were about eight feet tall, with oily gray skin, bulging muscles, and long sharp teeth and claws.

The man stood in between them and his wife and young son, who could only be about four, but the bow was shaking.

And the shadows behind them were still creeping up on them, unnoticed by the family.

The winged figure tucked her black wings against her back and dived, slamming into the demon closest to the man, her sword of light punching through his chest. Both hit the ground, and the family gasped.

"An angel must be here!" the man said, relief in his voice.

"She is! I see her!" the young boy yelled excitedly. The winged figure's head snapped up, and she turned to look at the boy, who was watching her with bright eyes.

"Wha?"

The demon she had tackled wasn't dead. He grabbed the Angel by the hair and threw her off of him, her sword, which was still in his chest, vanishing. The Angel picked herself up and shook her head, summoning another light sword to hand, just in time to block a swing from his ax. She stumbled from the force, only to hit the ground when the ax slammed into her sword once more.

The three demons surrounded the Angel, trapping her. They crowded in too close, making it impossible for her to spread her wings to get into the air.

Screams erupted from the family. The Angel's head snapped in their direction, in time to see the shadows that had been following the family jump out at them. They weren't quite demons, but they were black, with glowing yellow eyes.

"No!" she screamed as two of the creatures jumped on the young boy.

"Help!" he cried.

The demons got in the Angel's way, preventing her from helping the young child.

"Be it us or them who drags that boy into darkness, at least now we won't have to worry about him," one of the demons snickered, before raising his ax.

A blade of light suddenly blossomed from his chest, the point stopping less than an inch from the Angel's face.

"It is not honorable for three to gang up on one," a deep voice said from behind the demon, and snowy white wings unfurled from around a body that stood behind the impaled demon. He scoffed. "But then, what more should we expect from a demon?" The man looked over the demon's shoulder, straight at the female Angel.

"Olor!" the woman gasped.

"Corva! Leave these Demons to me. Save your charge!" the man, Olor, cried, wrenching the impaled demon aside.

"Right!" Corva said, diving through the gap and snapping her wings open. She charged through the air, directly towards where the shadows were dragging the child.

Just before she reached them, however, a large, black portal opened, and the shadows dragged the young boy right into it. He cried out for help, but by the time Corva reached the portal, it was gone.

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Corva stood in the middle of a brightly lit hall on a raised dais. In stands that surrounded it were hundreds of other Angels, their feathers ranging from snowy white, to tawny, and even some brown. The only black feathers to be found in the room were in Corva's own wings, which were wrapped tightly around her, as though to protect her from the accusatory glares of the others.

She turned to face a panel set up at the end of the dais. Olor stood at the end of the table, refusing to meet her eyes. Meanwhile, three older men glared at her.

"You lost your charge," the one in the middle said, his feathers a ghostly gray.

"You allowed him to be dragged into darkness," the one to his left, with light blue feathers added.

"You were unable to save him," the last one, on the right, finished, his feathers just as white as Olor's.

"I… I was overwhelmed. It wasn't just the demons, but shadows as well," Corva said, trying to defend herself. She turned to look at Olor. "Please, Olor, you saw the situation. Tell them!" she pleaded. Olor simply turned his head away, staying silent.

"It was not Olor's job to protect the boy, it was yours. We, the Angelic Diviners, had predicted he'd have a much longer life then just four years," gray wings said, his voice sharp.

"He was predicted to save the world from darkness," blue feathers added.

"But now, he is unable to do that," white feathers added.

"I am sure you know what this means, Corva," the first said. Tears pooled into the young woman's eyes.

"I… I was overwhelmed. Please…. Please give me another chance," she begged, but was only met with stony silence. The tears in her eyes flowed over, streaming down her face. She turned to Olor. "Please…" she whispered. His head was still turned away, but his only reaction was to clench his hands into fists.

"There is no other choice." The first of the Diviners, the one with gray feathers, stood, glaring down at Corva. "From this day forth, Corva, you bare a curse. Everything and everyone you touch will die. With this information, do what you will. We are done here."

Corva fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands. There was lots of noise from around her as the watching angels left, returning home to their families to tell them what had happened there that night, until finally, it was just Corva and Olor in the room.

After a moment longer, Olor turned towards the door. Corva looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Why?" she asked faintly. Olor stopped, and Corva quickly rose to her feet. "Why didn't you speak up for me!?" she yelled at him, stalking forward. "You're supposed to be my best friend! You saw the odds I was against. WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?" She grabbed his shoulder, and Olor yanked away, as though burned. Corva's breath caught in her throat, and she stepped back.

"You're cursed, Corva. The moment you lost your charge, you fell under the curse. There was nothing… is nothing, that I can do now," Olor said, before swiftly walking away. He stopped at the door, turning to look at her with sad eyes. "If things could have gone differently… we would have been very happy together. But now…" he trailed off, before leaving.

A Year Later

Tonight was just as dark as that night, one year ago. The stars were clear and bright, shining over Angelus, a small kingdom situated high in the clouds high above Hominum.

Corva sat, perched on the roof of a small ramshackle house that sat on a cloud isolated from the main city of Angelus, her long, black wings wrapped around her lithe, muscular body in and attempt to keep warm

Suddenly, a light shot across the sky, just before her eyes. "A shooting star," she said with a small smile, her dark eyes lighting up. More and more lights began to streak across the sky, and her smile grew. "A meteor shower!" she breathed, finding happiness in this small glimpse of beauty.

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Three days. It's been three days since Master Eraqus put his two older apprentices through the Mark of Mastery, although only one showed the Mark. Telling them that had been the hardest thing he'd ever done…

It's been three days since Master Xehanort went missing, and monsters began appearing in the worlds.

It's been three days since he sent the newest Master, Aqua, and his older apprentice, Terra, to go investigate.

Three days since his youngest apprentice, Ventus, ran away from home.

Eraqus stood at the window of the Audience Chamber in The Land of Departure, watching out the window. He hoped, beyond hope, that he would see at least Ventus ride in on his Keyblade Glider, sent home by Master Aqua, or even better, realizing his own folly.

But the courtyard outside was as still as ever.

He heaved a great sigh, resting his arm against the side of the window frame, and his forehead against that. He was deeply troubled.

Worries about Ventus swirled around in his head, as well as about Terra. The latter had shown signs of being unable to contain the Darkness in his heart during the Mark of Mastery Exam, despite all of his training. A shudder raced through Eraqus at the thought.

A flash of light from outside the window suddenly caught the man's attention. Looking out, he watched a ball of light streak towards the ground, landing somewhere beyond the Mountain Path.

Hesitating for only a moment, he rushed from the castle towards the area. His hand flexed around the handle of his Keyblade, Master's Defender, as he made his way to the landing site of the ball of light.

He didn't know what to expect.

Finally, he reached the Summit at the end of the Path, and slowed to a stop. There was a small crater, not too far from the edge of the cliff. A painful moan came from inside.

He moved forward, stopping once more at the edge of the crater.

Inside was a young woman, about Ven's age. She had long black hair, and barely seemed conscious.

But the oddest part… was the fact that she had wings.

Longer then she was tall, and the same color as her hair, a pair of wings sprouted from her back. The right was one curled forward, covering the girl protectively, but the left one was spread out. Between the middle and end joint, similar to the elbow and wrist of an arm, the wing was twisted in an awkward, painful way.

The girl let out another pained moan, her body shuddering slightly, and Eraqus realized that she was in shock. He banished Master's Defender and carefully climbed into the crater.

"It's alright, it's alright, I've got you," he muttered softly. He gently ran his fingers over her injured wing. The hard muscle under the soft layer of feathers quivered slightly, until he reached the twisted part, where they seemed to jump. He carefully felt that area, feeling the break, and the girl moaned louder.

A broken wing, only in one spot. I'll have to take her back to the castle and set the bone, before I can splint it… he thought, looking back at the girl. Her shivering was a little stronger now, and her lips were pale, tinged slightly with blue. Worried, the Keyblade Master moved to her uninjured side and carefully pulled that wing back.

The girl was wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt that was formfitting, and black shorts that stopped just above her knees. A pair of goggles hung loosely around her neck, and a white belt held the shorts up. Eraqus quickly pulled his jacket off and laid it over her, hoping to keep her warm. He then carefully picked the girl up, folding her wings as he did so that he would not trip over them.

He cringed as the girl cried out in pain as her injured wing was jostled, but she didn't wake up. Hoping he wouldn't be too late in saving her wing, he hurried to the castle.

…

Cold. That was the first sensation Corva awoke to. Her whole body was cold.

Then it was the pain. Pain was spiraling from her left wing, through her spine, and into the base of her skull. She whimpered slightly, and tried to curl it around herself for comfort.

"Careful, careful. I just elevated that," a voice said softly. Corva jumped slightly and turned her head, only to see a tan man with black hair and kind, yet stern eyes. He was standing at the door, bandages in hand, watching her.

"Wh-where are you wings?" she asked, her dark gray eyes widening slightly. Her brain was still muddled, and she had no idea what was going on. The man smiled in dry amusement.

"I don't have any," he said, placing the bandages down and sitting in a chair that was placed next to the bed she found herself in. She watched him for a moment, before looking up at her elevated wing.

"I wasn't quite sure how to treat a broken wing. So, I acted lit it was any other kind of bone. I set it and splinted it," the man explained. Corva carefully sat up, making sure not to move her wing, and studied it. There were two pieces of wood, one on each side of the wing, that were as long as the wing at that point, the bone between the wing's elbow and wrist joints. The two boards were tied tightly together using cloth ropes so that her wing was sandwiched between them. She smiled slightly

"It's perfect. It should heal in no time," she muttered, thinking back on when Olor broke his—she shook her head, pushing the memory away.

"I am quite happy to hear that," the man said with a smile. "I am Eraqus."

"Oh, excuse my rudeness. I'm Corva. And… thanks for fixing my wing," Corva said. She turned back to the man and studied him for a moment longer, her thoughts clearing up. "But.. if you're not an Angel, how can you see me?" she asked.

"Hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow.

"Humans shouldn't be able to see Angels…" Corva explained. Eraqus leaned forward.

"I see. Corva… you're not in your own world anymore," Eraqus explained. Corva's eyes widened, and she looked down.

"Then… it wasn't a dream…" she breathed.

…

In the passing days, Eraqus learned more about his unexpected guest, while Corva learned more about her kind host.

Eraqus was fascinated by the angelic culture, but began to noticed how reserved Corva was, and how she seemed to actively avoid him from time to time.

After about a week of this, as Corva's wing was just about healed, he decided to ask her.

"Corva," he began, watching as the Angel pushed the veggies around her plate. She'd already eaten the entrée, a meat dish, but her veggies had already made about eight laps around her plate.

She kind of reminded him of Ventus in that aspect.

"Yes?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I don't mean to pry, but I've noticed there are times you… tend to avoid me," he began. Corva's eyes dropped guiltily back to her plate. "I was just hoping you could tell me… why?"

"It's not because I'm ungrateful," she began slowly. "In fact… that's the polar opposite of the truth," she added softly.

"I never thought that, but… I am afraid I don't understand," Eraqus said. Corva sighed and put her fork down, looking up at the Master.

"When an Angel is fifteen, she is given a charge, a human, whose life span is predicted by the Angelic Diviners," she said. Eraqus nodded, having already learned this. "Well, I had a charge: a four-year-old boy named Michael. He was prophesized to end the reign of Demon's on my world when he turned twenty," she explained. "Of course… both the Angels and the Demons knew this, so… it was a challenge. Especially for someone who had just graduated from the Guardian Angel Academy, even if she was the top of her class."

"That does seem like a large responsibility," Eraqus sympathized. Corva nodded, before letting out a slow sigh, staying silent for a few minutes.

"I failed…" she finally whispered. Eraqus quickly looked up at her, only to see tears in her eyes. "Almost exactly a year ago. He and his parents were attacked by demons, who overpowered me. And… while I was trying to deal with them… Shadows took him."

"'Shadows'?" Eraqus asked softly. Corva shook her head with a shrug.

"New creatures of darkness. Our weapons didn't work on them, and they move along the ground like disembodied shadows." She shook her head again and looked up at the man.

"When an Angel fails to protect her charge… it is said they become cursed." She looked down at her hands. "Everything they touch… dies. So… in order to protect you from my curse… I've been trying to—"

"I understand," Eraqus said, before standing and walking over to the young angel. He knelt in front of her, putting a hand over hers. "But this is no longer your world, and world specific magic holds no effect to those not of that world," he said. Corva looked up at him in surprise, and Eraqus smiled warmly at her. "You have no need to worry about such a curse when you are with those of other worlds, such as myself. Do you understand?" he asked. Corva hesitated a moment longer, before smiling warmly at him.

"I do. Thank you, Master Eraqus," she said. Eraqus smiled back, before retaking his seat.

"Don't forget to eat your vegetables," he added, his smile growing at the groan that erupted from the teenager.

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After about another week, Eraqus stepped outside, only to see Corva soaring through the air, her left wing finally fully healed. He smiled warmly, watching the young woman, until finally, she noticed him.

"Master Eraqus!" she called, diving towards him. Right before she slammed into the ground in front of him, she flared her wings open, landing on her feet. She pulled the goggles from over her eyes, moving them up to sit on top of her head.

"I see you finally have full flight back," he said. Corva smiled, nodding.

"Yep. I figured I'd try it. Man, I've missed flying," she sighed. Eraqus chuckled, holding a hand out towards her left wing.

"May I?" he asked.

"Sure," the Angel replied, stretching that wing out. Eraqus felt along where the break had been, and nodded approvingly.

"It's fully healed. Does it hurt any?" he asked.

"Nope, just a little stiff," Corva replied. The Master chuckled with a nod.

"That's to be expected." He let go of her wing, crossing his arms once more, as she folded that wing behind her. "Well, then, now what will you do?" he asked. Corva was quiet for a moment, before looking up at the sky.

"You… seem to be waiting for something or someone. It's your apprentices, isn't it?" she asked, turning back to the man. Eraqus jumped slightly, before smiling sadly.

"Yes. Ventus, the apprentice who is your age, ran away from home when I sent the other two to investigate the monsters," he said. Corva nodded. Eraqus had already told her what had happened just after the Mark of Mastery; the disappearance of the Master and the monsters that appeared. Corva herself knew about those monsters, as they had attacked her world, Paradise, just before it fell to darkness.

"I had asked Aqua to send him home, but…"

"It's already been some time," Corva said softly. Eraqus nodded sadly, and the girl could see the worry deep in his eyes.

"Alright, then. Master Eraqus, you helped me so much, and took care of me. Let me repay you by finding Ventus and bringing him home," Corva said with determination. Eraqus's eyes widened.

"You would do that for me?" he asked. Corva nodded in determination.

"Yes. I mean… if you'd allow me," she added. A smile of relief crossed the old Master's face, and he nodded.

"Thank you," he said, before reaching into his pocket. From it, he pulled out a metal amulet. It had a boxy heart shape. It matched the emblem that was set into the armor plate he wore on his torso. "Take this. All three of my apprentices wear this, and it will prove to them that you are working with my trust," he explained. Corva nodded, hooking it onto her belt, and sliding it over so that it was at her right hip. His eyebrows then drew together. "But… how will you travel the lanes in between?" he suddenly asked. Corva smiled.

"By flying, of course," she said, moving her goggles back to over her eyes. "The Angels always knew there were other worlds, and we developed a way to travel in between them," she explained as her body became cloaked in light. Eraqus recognized it as the same light that made up her sword, and realized that it must be just as strong as armor.

"I will bring Ventus back. I promise," she said, before taking off into the air. Eraqus watched after her, before sighing wearily.

"You be careful, too, Corva," he said softly.

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A/N: Here we go! How'd you like that for a set up?