It was ironic that her new life was jump started by her death.
The strong short pain of the wound was quickly overtaken by a much more mortal sense of dissociation and for a few moments Reikarth couldn't feel anything. The one thought piercing through her brain being regret as the dull permeating pain slowly returned to her body. The adrenaline slowly fading as she reached for her phone. She felt every shift of the knife as she moved, her breath coming in jerky gasps. The amount of blood spilling out from between her fingers and coating the floor was dizzying, and she fought the urge to throw up. Hand finally reaching the phone she feebly brought it up to her face before it slipped out of her shaky fingers. Cursing she attempted to pick it back up, growing desperate as darkness began to encroach on her vision, mixing with her tears.
Throughout the haze she thought she heard whispers, and cold hands clutching at her shoulders. She couldn't see anything clearly anymore, what she could see of her room was a slurred mess of sparkles and colour popping out amongst the darkness. Soon even that gave out as after a great final heave, she found herself slipping deep within the darkness, unable to take another breath.
She felt floaty, untouchable as her tenuous hold on life collapsed, and she soon found herself existing within a twilight consciousness. She did not have a body, and she could not feel aside from occasional ghost touches along some pale imitation of skin. Hovering there in the dark, Reikarth could nothing but wait as a deep chill settled inside of her. She found it relieving, feeling that deep nothing soothing her, compared to that vicious pain that had gripped her- moments? Weeks? Years before? It was impossible to keep track.
More than her relief though, Reikarth felt empty, lonely, the darkness was suffocating and she desperately wished to go home. Constantly that self loathing returned, even in death it seemed she was not free of it, she wanted to be free, to breath again, and the longer she hung in the darkness the more she wanted out of it.
Grasping out with her illusion of a hand Reikarth began to rip and tear at the sensations around her. Clawing at the darkness she screamed out into the silence hoping to break the suffocating chill. Maybe it was impossible, maybe she wouldn't be able to strike out and free herself from death, but she wouldn't stop, she couldn't.
A great jerking sensation over took her and Reikarth became disoriented and she was suddenly dropped from where she was floating. Swirling and spinning as she fell, glimmers of a beautiful light blinded her as she fell toward. Holding out her arms in an attempt to slow her fall she became aware of the reality of them, no longer an illusion. Whooping out she grinned as her body shimmered into view, righting herself clumsily she caught a view of what she was falling toward.
It was a gleaming glass mosaic, something that registered in Reikarth's mind as familiar before she realized that the speed at which she was approaching it would leave a very unattractive Reikarth shaped splatter upon impact. Freaking out she attempted to slow her descent by wildly flailing her limbs, it did nothing to help, and as she continued to fall she closed her eyes, not noticing the strange sensation coming over her.
Reikarth felt her feet touch the ground, and she had just enough time to be surprised about it before collapsing onto the glass. Catching herself with her hands she opened her eyes, squinting as the light of the mosaic danced along her pupils. She attempted to calm her heart, as it was still pounding hard enough to burst out of her chest.
The mosaic's design was stunning, a huge silver dragon was pictured, jaws gaping as it grasped her own tail, flames spewing along its scales. Beneath her feet was the image of the new moon, and along the edge of the mosaic the full cycle of the moon continued. The mosaic seemed broken to Reikarth's dismay, pieces of the dragons chest shattered and darkened. Her own heart hurting in response, it surprised her how it could affect her such a way.
Just as Reikarth finished taking in the beauty of the piece she heard a crunching. Turning in surprise she screamed as a monstrous creature crawled up from the edge of the mosaic. Something inside her recognized the creature, but any rational thought in her head was swept away by the sharp talons it had and chattering noises it made. Seemingly agitated by her cry it scuttled toward her, leaping up to attack. Raising her arms in defense she backed away, what was she supposed to do? Attacking on impulse she slapped at it with the back of her hand, yelping.
Light sparked as her hand made contact, and she was blinded by the flash that followed. The creature screamed, and as the light fizzled out, she looked out to see the creature sliced in half by a glittering beautiful weapon, held within her hand. The blade's hilt shimmered in her grip, nebulous energy floating in streams around her hand. The blade itself took form as a star flying out from the hilt, leaving behind a trail of purple and pink.
The vaguely keyshaped blade, the familiar creature, and the mosaic beneath her feet, everything clicked together and Reikarth fell to her knees. Was this some sort of death dream? A reassuring thought before she faded? It didn't make sense, how could she be in a dive to the heart?
Thoughts buzzed in her mind, was Kingdom Hearts real? She had a Keyblade, would she have to fight? And was she dead?
Anxiety clawed at her throat, Reikarth couldn't breath. The buzzing in her head grew louder, and she clutch at it in an attempt to block it out.
I've been having these weird thoughts lately
Reikarth looked up from her spot to see shadows encroaching on the edge of the mosaic, the buzzing abruptly turned into screaming as two large dark claws appeared over the edge, grasping into the glass and pulling up the body of a darkside. Pointing her keyblade out in front of her Cosmic Guide the voices screamed at her. She gritted her teeth, that was largely unhelpful. She could see the moon cycle consumed by shadow. Cursing she launched herself at the darkside, intent on knocking it off. She felt a primal need to protect the mosaic from damage, this was her heart, and was not to be tarnished.
Swiping her blade across the darkside's face she smiled in satisfaction as a large gash seeping darkness appeared. Roaring in pain the darkside pulled itself up farther to swipe at her, leaping back she swung once more, this time at the heartless' hand. Using all her strength she grunted as the blade sunk deep into it's flesh, pulling back on the blade her eyes widened as she couldn't manage to pull it out. The darkside omitted a loud groan as it lifted up it's wounded hand and shook it, flailing her around.
Like is any of this for real…
Crap! Shrieking as she was flung around Reikarth attempted to dislodge herself. Planting her feet against the darkside she heaved, pulling her and her keyblade out. Landing on both of her feet she was amazed, she had never been very coordinated, and now she was pulling off stuff like this?
The darkside, enraged by her attack, raised a fist and brought it crashing down upon the mosaic. With a bone rattling reverberation the glass shattered and Reikarth found herself falling into darkness once again.
Or not?