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The wind blows harshly against the unconscious figure lying on the floor. The long dark-haired figure stirs from the cold and slowly raises its head to observe its surroundings. You can tell by the tan skin the person has been out in the sun. She shivers and pulls the clothing closer to her body. Wait, she doesn't recognize these. A strapless v-neck that showed little of her midriff, black carpris passed her ankles, and a silky scarf wrapped around her waist. Occasionally the teenager spots gems of various colors on her clothes and messy hair. A wrinkled jacket lay down on the ground where her person was. She sighs. 'Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.'
She lifts her head even higher then looks at her surroundings and noticed there is a decrepit castle that is ready to fall apart with raspberry color sky from above. A feeling rushes to her senses, but what is the word to describe it? Eerie? No, there is nothing to be afraid of. In fact, she found it more like…intriguing. Power radiates from it even though it is ancient. Curiosity getting the better of her, the dark-haired girl head towards it. Seeing she have some time before she gets there, her mind wanders while her body turns into auto pilot.
The woman sat down on remains of a cut-out bowl sensed two new energies. One with her warriors but doesn't seem too happy to see them while the other held brighter than the former, and yet, heading towards Chaos' Shrine. But both of them are very powerless against Chaos' warriors. There's nothing she can do but wait and watch Fate unfold for these two lives. Her warriors may gain two allies or two enemies or just an ally and an enemy. Regardless of the alliance outcome, she hopes everything will turn out for the best to save the worlds.
Standing right in front of her is a huge door. Good thing she stopped once she snapped out of her trance while she can. Judging from its texture, the door must be heavy and she knew her strength alone isn't strong enough to budge it. Her fingers lightly trace over it, committing it to memory.
Her sensitive hearing could pick up voices, none of which sounds friendly to her. It is hard to tell how many there are, since they argue like a volleyball pass over the net. "Silence." A male voice ordered. This one, she could tell, held regal tone. He could possibly be a king, duke, or even a noble. "It appears we have unwanted guest." Each of them reacted differently. Some laughed menacingly; others chuckled amusingly, while remaining are silent.
All of a sudden, it grew too quiet, and the female teenager didn't like this. The first thing she noticed was black and purple swirling around her feet. She backs up away from the door and a huge explosion crumbled it to pieces while that black and purple thing turned into a geyser. She raises her arms to shield her face from the pebbles and dust flown in her way.
The girl lowered her shield and took in a better view of the interior. Eight people stood in front of her. Three armors, a woman nearly naked with two yellow creatures, another woman with markings and clothing made out of feathers, a guy that looks like the clown, a bearded man with scars on his body and a black symbol with some kind of shoulder armor on his left side that reminded her of talons, some sort of guy dressed in demon clad armor.
One of them chuckled. "I wonder how long you will last." A cold shiver ran down her spine. She was so focused that she didn't realize another one was standing close to her and out of her range. Two in armor clad joined what she assume is a guy and made a semicircle around her. The one in black armor changes his posture that it was hardly noticeable. That small gesture made her ambivalent towards this one. The other one, she glances to that helmet which reminded her of a skull, made her absolutely positive he's evil. Her eyes finally laid on the last one. He has funny looking attire and even stranger features such as the feather appearance on the head. Though, the white orbs gave her a hint he's a magic user and so far she seen this man has a pretty face.
"Let me make music with this stray." There are many possibilities to interpret this. The clown cackles from his place. Just listening to him makes her want to swipe that smirk off his face. The third armor clad covered in light cyan and the woman with two yellow heads looked bored but she could tell the woman is slightly interested. She turns her head to the other woman and don't see anything that shows she cares about either of them. Judging from his eyes and the eight other members, he wants to fight her!
Two armor clad glanced at each other and nodded as they walked away, allowing room for both her and her opponent. "Before we begin," he lifts an eyebrow, "may I ask your name?" He paused before answering. "Kuja." A sword appears in her hand then she blinks in surprise. He smirks then whispers inaudible for her to hear.
"O Divine Amaryllis. Let your crimson petals fall."
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