None of the characters belong to me except Amalia.

I slowly open my eyes, hating being woken up by light, in this case, an ever-present, pallid one that seemed to come from everywhere. I groan and instantly close my eyes again at the brightness piercing my retinas as I cover my eyes with my jacket sleeve…wait, jacket? This time, I open my eyes completely, ignoring the watering that the light caused from them, and glanced at my outfit. Somehow, I had my light, dark blue jacket on above the only shirt I have that signifies me as a gamer, a bright yellow one with Mario riding Yoshi in the middle and various Japanese words that I don't know around it.

"At least I'm wearing slacks." I comment to myself mentally as I looked at the dark blue, almost black, casual pants. I then looked down at my bare feet and finally noticed everything seemed blurry and unfocused. "Gah!" I exclaim, an almost-white hand reaching up to my equally-pale face, feeling for something that wasn't there. "Where the heck're my glasses?!"

"Looking for these?" A male, slightly nasally voice asked from behind me.

I scooted around to face the source, a knight with silver hair, garbed in cerulean and dull yellow armor with a golden cape, none other than the Warrior of Light himself. One of his arms were outstretched towards me with my pair of glasses in his hand. I wordlessly took them and fondly stroked the side, which was a shimmering shade of green that reminded me of mako before putting them on, everything instantly becoming crystal-clear.

Ignoring my desire to strangle the hero in front of me, I instead examined my surroundings, now that my eyes had gotten used to the light. Ankle-high water bordered the seat which was like half a bowl that I sat on and continued endlessly in all directions. I noticed strands of what seemed to be the Lifestream flowing like hills around the landscape.

"So, you've finally awoken." The warrior commented, examining me as though I were an alien.

I nodded, brushing some of my messy, naturally-red hair out of my face while seething on the inside due to my bad luck of getting stuck with a hero.

"Well, are you going to tell me your name?" He inquired while offering me a hand to help me up.

"Amalia." I quickly decide as I got up of my own accord, knowing full well he need only look inside the inner pocket of my jacket to find my school I.D., thus also finding my true name. "At least Cloud isn't here."

"Hey, she's finally awake." I heard the Warrior of Light say to at least one other person.

I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder. "So, are you alright?"

I choked down the urge to snarl at the voice and my luck's sense of humor as I turned my head to see the blond-haired fighter who had asked the question and eight other heroes behind him, staring at me with concern evident on their faces. "At least Sephiroth isn't here." I said pleadingly to myself in my mind. Unfortunately for me, my damn luck stopped listening at that point.