AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no clue if anyone still reads around hear, but this is a Battle Spirits: Sword Eyes fic. Even though right now you probably can't tell yet, and no I'm not going to give any spoilers to this. Well, just one. The Sword Eyes characters are two years older than they are at the end of the story, but only from their own points of view. Review if you like it, or if you want to point out something.
What did I do? A woman with long, pale blue hair streaked through purple foliage, the wind ruffling a violet forest. After briefly pausing at a split in the path she turned to the overgrown left hand side, jumping over fallen mushroom trunks and poison-looking bushes. Coming from somewhere behind the sounds of pursuit approach, how long had she been running now? Her labored breathing was proof enough that she had little energy, and she continually stumbled over the dense undergrowth. A man shouted behind her, spurring her to push further, legs rising higher and faster, each step closer to a jump. Crashing from behind her signals that they had heard her landing in the middle of a purple bush, and while gritting her teeth she ducked into a small hole just to the side.
To her surprise it opened up into a full blown cave, the bush she had passed through had been covering the entrance, and rustled at her passing. Hand over mouth the woman waited just out of sight, listening with wide eyes as the stomping and shifting light signaled their passage. Shouting, grunting, and even panting of the less athletic passed by her, until some of them paused. Sucking in her breath she walked just around a bend in the cave, bare feet sticking to the cold floor. Inwardly she was grateful that wherever she was she had woken up there in the middle of the night, not wearing shoes was the only thing that allowed her to pass by unnoticed. After sighing slightly she continued down the cave, going from darkness to light as a small glow from the back grew stronger.
At long last she reaches the end, cerulean eyes widening at the sight before her. Gingerly she reaches out to touch a crystal, inching closer as though worried she would ruin it. There is a huge, rainbow colored flash, and next the girl is aware her hand is outstretched towards the ceiling. "Just a dream, I suppose." Is the apathetic response of the girl, she stands up with her hair in much the same state as during the dream. Shrugging it off she get's dressed for the day, brushing her hair hurriedly before tying it in a dark-blue ribbon, her uniform on perfectly. She looks over her shoulder at the pajamas before leaving her room, expression contemplative, before closing the door behind her and starting breakfast.
Why do I feel like something is different, though?