Mirror Dimaryp

Prologue

Karyra: Rewritten, but I still only own the Mirror Dimaryp. Plus anyone in this chapter. No other ones till I say so, kay? Except maybe Peter and Wendy...

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

A girl in a black cloak sat outside the meeting. She pressed the side of her hood against the door so hard it threatened to cave in. The outside of the building the girl was in you would see a pyramid made entirely of mirrors. It was the staging ground for the Trials, a set of challenges set by four elders. The elders would wait millennia before arriving at a decision. The girl was part of a group to stop them from reaching a decision. The lords of this place's idea of fun included death and misery. She'd prolong their discussions by showing them a different champion, but it wasn't working.

"I want one from both, but that would compromise their-" Said a very airy voice.

"Well I want one too." Said a deeper one, it could shake the earth if it wanted to.

"Now, here, we must agree on something, how about this one?" The leader had a stern voice, but as the girl knew, it was kind and gentle. The leader was trying to stall, but it wasn't working.

"No, I think these two fall into my category. They both belong to different worlds, but I could trade you." Said the deep voice.

"Spyro for Shadow?" Said a very chirpy voice.

"Seems fair." Deep voice said.

"No, but... fine you have a deal." Chirpy said. The power emanating from the room could have shaken the whole building.

"Two sets of champions and allies... please no decisions on the other two yet..."

She though desperately. The airy voice spoke again.

"I say Ratchet and Holly. They are a good match yes?"

"However, that leaves two intellectuals alone with no way of defending themselves." This voice was filled with a hint of mystery, and a touch of wisdom.

"Ah, how about Artemis goes with Ratchet?" Airy Voice chimed in.

"No, that would almost be worse than what we had before." Wisdom Voice replied.

"Fine, we go with the first choice Holly and Ratchet are yours, and Artemis and Clank are mine, anyone can shoot a gun right?" Airy replied.

"It's a de-" The girl pulled her hood away, she had to warn the Council, the main enemies of the Dimaryp.

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

The five of them in the room was impressive. Galaxyia wore a dress showing the milky way, but in preparation of the Trials, it was a view of the solanna galaxy. Magkia wore a gown made of sparkles and fairy dust, she also had an elfin appearance. Solianna wore a bright yellow gown with a sun at the belt, and Octivo wore a black cloak that appeared to suck up the sunlight,regardless of his garb and scarred appearance, he was genrally the most level headed of the four Gods.

The leader had always been know as Leader; nothing else. She wore a simple pantsuit, horn rimmed glasses, and was very punctual. She dictated over the four forces of nature. They were like children, arguing over the simplest of things. She acted as the parent, dictating, and controlling their behavior.

Soon, the discussions about the 'bait' would begin. The process was to steal people the champion cared about, and put them up as a prize. However, the ally could have bait as well, but there was only one winner, and the rest would die, it was that simple to them.

Winners live, losers die. Being immortal meant that they did not value life as much as the mortals, who were mere playthings to them. The names they used for the champions were unfamiliar to Leader, but the agreement had been struck, and terror was flooding throughout Leader. The bait was to be decided quickly, and without much debate. That was never the issue with deciding bait.

"I suggest Sasha, Commander Root, Amy, and Ignitus." Galaxyia said.

"Two of those people are dead Galaxyia, I do not want them to rise again." Octivo replied.

"Alas, we need to have someone play." Solianna pouted.

"All in favor of the bait, say aye." Magika said. Half of the room said aye. This was the reason for Leader, to compromise in any way possible. The girl had already contacted Council, she had been listening, because Leader asked.

"I suggest that we use our power to return only the ones to the ones who win, that way no more power than needed will be used." Leader suggested.

"Fine then, we shall leave to find our champions and begin the dreaming."

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

The girl sat at the threshold of the Dimayrp. Her simple black cloak swaying gently in the breeze from the doorway. She stretched out a hand, sparks danced across where it had come out of the door. She put it down and prepared to leave the wretched place.

Slowly she put one foot out, and the sparks danced with a more erratic air. The second foot came out, burn marks barely visible. Smelling the burning the girl threw herself outside. She had come out with green, blue, black, and red flames burning her coat. Her mission was too important. She needed to get to the Council quickly before she resembled dust.

She ran throughout the city, making sure nobody was following her. Then she came to a dead end, you could know if someone was following you in this city. It was empty. It seemed silly to run throughout the city, but sometimes the ancient city would be risen anew with each trial. The glass windows hid empty rooms, waiting to be filled by the minds of the Dimayrp.

She touched the wall, it was filthy and covered with slime, but this was the perfect hideout. It was the type of normal people would avoid. The bricks slid apart, placing themselves into piles along the side. A sliding door appeared after a few minutes' wait. The girl ran forward quickly, with more purpose than before. The flames began to slowly die out. The room was empty except for a table in the middle; she had known that when she joined that she was helping a losing war.

The boy standing over the table looked no older than ten, yet the girl kneeled before him as though he was a god.

"My lord," Her voice was deep, and sounded younger than the words coming out of it. "The trials, they are beginning, I must leave before the flames die." With that the boy nodded and she left almost quicker than she came.

The run was slower, the flames barely colored. Each step looked forced, and had the hood been down her face would have been much more wrinkled. The mirrors glinted ten feet from her. Her walk became quicker, but not by much. The flames were now cinders, clinging to life. Five feet from the Dimayrp. Two feet from the Dimayrp. Her fingers outstretched.

The threshold was within her grasp. A spark danced across the finger, renewing the flames. The cloak had mostly been burned away, so the fire started on her shoulders. She forced herself through the doorway with difficulty. The flames and all damage caused by them vanished with the pass through the gap.

She fell to her knees, gasping for breath, and hoping that she had no work today. As she stood once more, she leaned against the wall. She dragged herself back to her quarters in the hopes that she could sleep.

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

The boy sat there, thinking about how the messenger gasped her message before running back. It had troubled him, they were getting smarter. Sealing entrances, trick openings, even the dying fire, all of it was to prevent those meetings. They had slowed, as she hadn't heard much news. As bad as it was for the lowly servants, it was worse for Leader. She couldn't leave without turning to dust instantly.

It was lucky enough that she even had enough time to deliver the message, let alone avoid detection.

He scratched his red hair, running his fingers over the pointed ears.

"How long has it been since I was a boy again? How long have I wanted to be here and be a child? How long has my innocence left?"

He asked himself. He had been doing it a lot lately. He remembered most of the tale leading to this.

Wendy had gone into the Dimayrp to help with the relief efforts.

"Don't go, I don't think you'll come back out..." He said.

"I have to, Peter..." She left off there, pausing to brace herself for the eventual entrance to the Hell Pyramid, where people come in, but never come out. The source of Never Land's power. Also, where heroes go to die. She breached the threshold, and the door closed behind her sliding up. Time seemed to slow, Peter mouthed the words:

"I love you" and she was gone. Locked within, forever. He had learned of the Hell Pyramid whilst exploring with the Lost Boys. It was also when his cheerful world had become somewhat sour.

The girl could never make up for Wendy, but she did her best.

"Where's Wendy?" The girl's hood hid her face, making her look expressionless. The silence that ensued made him wonder. "Where's Wendy?" He repeated.

"She..." she breathed, her voice had sounded like she had never used it before. She slumped over, tired from the one word that she had barely whispered. The effort to say the rest could kill her.

"You don't-"

"Is... immortal." The girl fell forward a little more. Those three words confused and frightened Peter. At the time her thought that she had become another scullery girl. The following reports became tougher to talk about. The girl never said why she was delivering them instead of Wendy, but he never asked. Slowly the girl's words became more distinguished, and less forced.

Peter, Wendy, and the girl were the only three to know about the true leader of the resistance. Slow going progress had seemed, but it would soon gain momentum as the Trials started. The simple fact about the Dimaryp was that nobody had been alive -quite a feat considering anyone entering their service had been immortalized- long enough to see another one. Peter had though; it had been brutal, nobody had ever seen the light outside the Dimayrp the same way.

The simple fact was, if there was going to be another one, then there would be murder. He had said that he wouldn't allow it, but how could he stop Gods? He hit the wall in frustration.

"Where are the days where evil was where you hit things until they go away?"

"Let her rest." Said a booming voice behind him. Peter began to turn, but the figure held up his hand and he stood still.

"Why did you say let her rest?" Peter said, trying to figure out the reason for the mysterious person's arrival.

"Because, you need to know that my servant needs her rest. She has been working nonstop, and Leader is concerned."

"Wha-? Who is Leader?" Peter gritted his teeth.

"You don't know? I thought- oh yes, she was freshly made. She could not have told you much. Besides, I like mysteries. You can find out on your own, Peter Pan. After all, don't we all need a little leadership to help solve such things?" Peter scrunched his brow. "I'm here to see your leader." With that the cloaked figure moved toward the door, hidden behind an old poster from the mainland was a door that very few knew about, and ever told anyone else about.

When the door closed, it was like the whole room had held its breath, and when he left it had let it all out. Peter's muscles let loose and he fell to the floor. He looked up in an anger.

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

"I want you to meet my parents." Sasha said. The brown cat like humanoid wore her traditional purple jumpsuit and yellow crown.

"I've already met your Dad..." Ratchet said, the yellow and brown striped lombax replied.

"No, I want you to meet my Mom." Sasha giggled.

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

"Where are you going Sonic?" The pink hedgehog asked.

"On a trip." The blue hedgehog named 'Sonic' replied.

"Where to?" The pink hedgehog asked.

"I dunno." Sonic replied, growing tired of the endless questions.

"Can you-" The pink hedgehog started.

"Um, no Amy." Sonic replied.

"Take me with you." The black hedgehog in the corner said.

~`PrayerForTheChampions`~

Karyra: :) Better then last time. A touch more drama, a little mystery, and stuff.

Galaxia: Wow. And yet out of you I came...

Octivo: Wow.

Solianna: *Confused*

Magika: :D Hehehe!

Karyra: Hehehe! Popcorn! *Munch munch*

Leader: Really? You can't be serious.

Karyra: No, I'm sirius.