A/N) One day, me and Eden were talking.
"Why haven't you posted up anything for me to spellcheck?"
"...I have no idea. I have nothing to write."
"Go. Do it."
"Fine."
Mercedes looked out blankly over her frozen town. Everything has changed so much, and it hurt to see her people frozen and unable to move. Everything changed, strong monsters became weak, and weak monsters became weaker. What has this world become, to be so weak and powerless?
But then again, she was weakened too. Snowflakes fell in place of rain, and they brushed against her, melting as they did so and encasing the ice blocks that was meant to resemble their people in more ice. She blinked, and stood up. Staying here and moping isn't going to do anything. She picked up her bowguns that were by her side, and lifted it and pulled the trigger. A single arrow fixed itself into a target, but remarkably off center. She frowned.
My accuracy has decreased, she mused, and tried again. It ended a little closer to the target's center, but it still wasn't good enough. At the moment, her only excuse is that it wasn't at point-blank range. She sighed, and walked away from the town, from the pink leaves, from the three elders - although Danika wasn't old enough to be an elder just yet - from the blue trunks and the lighter blue spell-runes.
She spied a slime, a mob that would have scared half the town had it been three centuries earlier, and lifted her bowguns and shot again at it. A small smile played onto her lips as it died, leaving a slime gel that irked her, and a glittering coin. She stooped to pick it up.
Yes, she might have weakened. Yes, her accuracy might have detoriated. Yes, everywhere has changed. Yes, she may not be able to save her town in time.
But as long as she has her town, and the silent support of her people, she can train and become the regal and strong queen she used to be, and get used to the area around her. But first, she had to find the other Heroes.
There was no time to waste.
A/N) This was actually meant to be one out of five oneshots, detailing on the change each hero had went through. This is not completed; there are still the others, not counting Freud.
Oh, and whoever is reading this, please toss me a story idea. -looks at you pleadingly-