Wilfre was dead. He knew it. Even when he was working for the greater good, they couldn't understand. One day, the creator would abandon them, like everything else abandoned him. He sighed and looked around. All he could see was blackness, everywhere. Wilfre couldn't even tell if he was standing on a floor, or floating. Suddenly, he gasped in realization.
He was in the Dark. The one place where Rapos went if they did injustice and evil in their lives. He looked around and realized, with a start, that he must have been the only evil Rapo in the entire history of Rapos.
"Hello?" Wilfre called out, but no one answered.
He stared at his hands and saw blackness.
"Ugh… I'm still corrupted by Darkness, it would seem…" Wilfre pondered, and he looked down at himself closer.
As he sat in the darkness, he was struck by how silent it was. He called out once more to no answer.
"…Please? Anyone?" Wilfre begged, and when no one answered, a single, pearly-white tear slipped down and landed in the blackness.
With a burst of white light, Wilfre was blown backwards, and he spotted a small girl in the center of the blast.
"Wow… Whoa… I never expected to see the Great Wilfre cry!" She said, and Wilfre looked at her in confusion.
She had long, black hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing typical Rapo attire, of green color. Wilfre looked at her closer, and noticed that light seemed to emanate from her. Wilfre inched closer, and reached out to touch her, when she yelled out.
"Don't touch!" She boomed, and Wilfre jumped back, landing on the ground in a heap.
He studied her from afar, and then worriedly inched slightly closer.
"Who, or what are you?" He asked and the girl smiled widely.
"I'm Alice, but if you call me that I won't give you a second chance… I'm primarily known as The Creator." Alice stated, and Wilfre backed up quickly.
"You sent that hero to defeat me, right?" Wilfre asked, and Alice nodded, "Then, what are you talking about with this 'second chance'?"
"I'm talking about rescuing you from this place, reverting you back to your not-so-creepy form, and then letting the Rapo Village decide what to do with you…" The Creator said, and Wilfre shook his head.
"They'll kill me!" He said, and Alice smiled.
"Oh, don't worry; I'll make a hero to help you! They'll let you join them eventually, trust me!" Alice said, holding her hand out, and Wilfre looked around at the blackness.
"If I go back, is there a chance that I'll be able to never return to the Dark? I might make it into the Light?" Wilfre asked, and Alice nodded.
With a determined look, Wilfre grabbed her hand, and the blackness seemed to peel off of him, leaving him looking spotless except for a black speck on his right hand. He looked at Alice in confusion.
"Oh, and you have a time limit. If you aren't accepted in one week, then you will return to your previous form, and be returned to the Dark," Alice said, and Wilfre gulped.
"And no third chances?" He asked, and Alice shook his head solemnly.
"You're lucky to be getting a second chance, what with what happened to the Mayor!" Alice said, and Wilfre gulped again.
"I totally forgot about that! They'll kill me, or at least imprison me!" Wilfre yelled, and Alice shrugged.
"Too late now!" She called out, and Wilfre's world started to spin, until he was laying face down on a beach.
He lifted his head and recognized the Rapo Village. He groaned, and laid his head back down, slipping off into unconsciousness, where he dreamed of the Dark, and the Creator taunting him with a task that he could only fail. He didn't know that the Creator was speaking to Mari in her dreams, telling her to head to the beach, or that he would be awoken my Mari screaming.