Psyche

by Fugitive

Knowing the entire plot of the game proved to be more a burden than Sonja had taken into account. She just had to learn to keep her mouth shut. Easier said than done.

AN: This is not, I repeat, NOT an all-powerful-gorgeous-Mary-Sue-gets-sucked-into-Kingdom-Hearts-and-becomes-a-sorceress/Keyblade-wielder-ZOMG story. This story is deeper than that. With this story, I hope to entertain a powerful idea of mine that goes beyond the mere attributes of the characters and storyline and delves deeper into the raw, dog-eat-dog psychological motives of human nature. With that in mind, please sit back and enjoy.

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I was omniscient.

I was nothing special. I didn't have any super powers, any cool weapons, or even an element, for that matter. I couldn't even do a cartwheel. I was just an ordinary girl in this world of magic and wonder. But I possessed something that no one else in this universe had.

I had played the game.

The difference? This was the real game. Not the watered-down, kid-friendly Disney version. Oh, no. No, this was the game behind the game, where betrayal, broken promises, dark motives, and forbidden passion were interwoven to create a story so genius, it would take years to narrate properly.

I knew exactly what was going on. I knew who lived, who died. I knew why everything happened the way it did, why the characters acted how the way did. I should have been on top of everything. All I had to do was find the good guys, save the world, and live happily ever after, just like the script said.

But guess what? In war, there aren't any good guys.

And the game wasn't over.