No knowledge of the Crossover is needed.

This is something I've wanted to do for a while, and admittedly it is the first fanfiction I have ever written. It's not just an alt power. Elements of the worlds will tangle, hopefully.

Journey 1.1

I banged on the locker door one last time. It was an act of quiet desperation, as I knew that school was already out and I could no longer see light through the cracks in the metal door. Hours ago, I had stopped my desperate clawing and screaming, since it was clear that nobody had come and nobody would. The storm of emotions and thoughts and hysterical fury against the trio inside gave away to resignation, but not before I struck the side of the locker once more, hard. I could hardly feel the sharp scrap of metal or the warm blood against the sludge. Oh shit... I hefted my arm out of the slimy, bug ridden mass, holding it as high as I could. The height of the locker prevented me from standing straight in it, instead I was held in a posture that could not have been good for my spine. At once, my nausea began to mount and an unbearable headache pierced me. oh shit. I'm going to die. I'm gonna die I'm gonna die...

Suddenly, I felt a skittering presence on my limbs and a dry whispering sound. My muscles began to ache and my eyes fell shut. But even through my eyelids, I could see those terrible and disgusting shapes. Black and barely the size of a fist, I could somehow see them. They had many scuttling little legs and eyes as red points of light. Death. Death gathered in clusters, skittering towards my mouth. But then, it came. One of those things, but a cloud of blue and white light, resembling a small figure with a sword. It swung and drove the things back, ceasing the whispers. I leaned forward and blacked out.

Staring at the dull white ceiling of my hospital room, I contemplated the last few days at the hospital. Or, at least the last few days I had been awake. I was unconscious for several. The first thing I noticed was that I still felt sick. Whatever they had done made the toxic shock wear off, but I knew the bill would be high. Dad came in a half hour after he heard I was awake. It was just what I expected, with his infamous temper after I told him what happened. He'd stayed with me for hours, but left for something urgent. That had been expected. At the time, I was still overwhelmed and nauseous, the little scuttling death things forgotten along with my tiny glowing savior. When I ran the events through my head, I remembered the things. I was alive, but I was certainly going crazy. Damn it, I thought, this just had to happen. It was just then that I'd seen a trace of red just as my exasperation flared up. It almost looked like blood, but it was boiling up from where my body touched the bed. Horrified, I dipped a shaking hand into it, only to feel nothing. Glancing around, I noticed bright blue ribbons dancing in the wind, and out of the corner of my eye, a trace of purple on the ground. I passed out.

Little minions of death. Skittering and whispering. Covered in filth. I was breathing them in, tasting the sludge. My eyes snapped open and I screamed. Immediately, a nurse rushed in.

"Are you okay, dear?" She asked, concern apparent in her features and small, barely visible purple tendrils waving near her. Wait. what?

"I'm ok. I'm fine, I just had another nightmare."

"I see. Don't worry, your father is coming to visit you later today. Try and get more sleep, okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled. With that, she walked two steps and out the door of my tiny room. I sighed, lying back down and unfortunately noticing those things again. Over the past few days, I had started thinking properly. As soon as that happened, I realized! I was a cape. What other thing could explain the strange visions that nobody else could see? I had always kind of wanted to be a cape, thinking back to my Alexandria action figures. Only, this power was absolutely useless. I had noticed specific types of visions. The purple tendril things appeared near people feeling lots of fear or worry. The blue ribbons appeared only outside my window, when the wind picked up noticeably. All the while, I felt some sort of pull towards all of the visions, but I couldn't place it. I had seen all the other visions too infrequently to name them. Except.. Except death. Those things had to be death. The blackness, the terribleness, the glowing red eyes and feeling of dread. Thinking of that led me to think of my glowy savior.

"Taylor?" a soft, girly voice called from somewhere.

I jumped and spun around. For a split second, I thought the nurse had come back in. But standing (or rather, floating) right in front of me was the one and only glowy spirit girl thing with the sword.

"What.. how. How do you know my name?" Was all I could manage.

"I don't remember much. But I was watching you, Taylor. I saw what those girls did. It was horrible." She hovered up and down idly as she talked. Her lower body faded into a vague blue cloud, and her face was a shifting image.

"I just.. don't know how I know that much. Spren aren't supposed to remember anything!"

"Wait", I interjected. "Spren? Is that what these visions are called?" I gestured to the window, where the blue ribbons were currently passing.

"Yes.. I'm one of them. I'm a windspren!" As if to prove it, she turned into a ribbon and flew around as I gawked.

"Only, I don't fade away. I'm me. I don't know my name, because I shouldn't have one, Taylor. Don't you understand? I feel smarter now. There's a connection between us, I can feel it. It only got stronger when I fought those Deathspren for you."

"Okay. Either I'm insane, or this is a really weird power."

"Hey! is that how you talk to your friends?"

don't have any...

I turned away in irritation, although I was admittedly growing fond of my uh, spren, even if she was a bit bubbly.

"Okay, but how am I going to become a hero? What is this power?"

"Let me try something." That was all she said before she slipped into what looked like a trance. And disappeared.

A moment later, a hefty weight appeared in my hand. A six foot blade manifested into my right hand, destroying the fabric of the blanket where they met. It glowed an eerie blue and had ornaments etched into it, leading up to a wicked hook at the end of the blade.

Too shocked to say anything, I simply just sat there gaping at it until my spren transformed back.

"Well? Are you not impressed? Be careful though. It's a very deadly weapon." She had warning written on her face.

"Wha. You mean you're a deadly weapon."

"I'm not only that, Taylor. I'm intelligent. And I remember."

I interrupted. "I just.. I'm kind of having a bit of trouble believing this. Just.. What's your name again?"

"I don't know. I'm not a person. Or at least I wasn't? But I know all this about the Oaths, and... I remember being somewhere else. Somewhere... not like this place."

"Well, If we ever go out there, you'll need a cape name. "

She cocked her head and began pacing through the air. "What's a cape?"

I giggled. "It's someone with powers. Like us, but someone who uses them for something, has an identity and costume and all that. Let's see. You could be Fog! No wait, that's dumb. Oh! Mist."

"That works!"

We both sat still for a moment, thinking of our courageous future acts of heroism. Of going out and changing things. What I've always wanted to do.

Mist looked at me again: "Taylor, you know, I can feel the thing between us growing. I used to be like one of those windspren out there." She gestured to the window behind my bed, where the blue ribbons still flowed past.

"But now that I found you, I remember so much more. I think I came from a place far away from wherever this place is. Where there were these huge storms and there would always be thousands of windspren passing by. I remember because I followed this person who intrigued me. I became more than just a windspren." Her expression grew somber. "But then, somehow, I was torn away from this man. I found you. You always drew me in. How you stood up to those bullies. I wasn't too aware at the time, I don't think, I was barely aware that what they were doing was wrong. My bond to you grew stronger every day, much faster than it had with him." She zipped up to my ear. "But you couldn't see me or any other spren, Taylor. That was until I saw what.. what they did to you. I fought off the Deathspren."

I listened to all of this in awe. What was I? What was she? I knew already that I wasn't just any normal cape.

Mist started to talk again. "Taylor, I know what you are. I know, somehow.. You're a bringer of justice. A Knight Radiant."

It was almost as if I knew that word.

"They were emotionally broken people. But people who didn't give up despite that. And most of all, they were warriors who fought against the desolations. Monsters. Voidbringers. They fought for good."

In my mind, I saw a vision of the Endbringers.

She stopped hovering and stood completely still. "Their values. Life before death. Journey before destination. Strength before weakness."