I wish had let that woman follow me home. She could have lived with in my house. There was plenty of space in our guestroom, and after all, the Chief is-was Father. What is done is done, there is no use thinking about it. I cannot rewrite the past.

I return to Angel Island with a bag of soaked grapes. That mission took me a long time, it is almost dusk; the days are getting longer so the sun is just setting. Slowly as to not wake up the perpetually napping Knuckles, I head over to the altar and place the grapes by his short legs. The Master Emerald seemingly shines bright like a miniature sun. Just I am about to sneak away, I hear him wake up with an obnoxious yawn. "You just got back?" he asked groggily.

"Yes," I answer, heading down the steps to the plain segment of the floating island. My meditation is longer and more productive without Knuckles bothering me with frivolous questions like "what happened at the temple?" and "why did you destroy that entire wall?" More like questions that I did not want to answer. I do not want to remember what happened at the Temple of the Goddess and what she told me. I sit cross-legged, facing the setting sun. Do not think about a single thing-relax and be at ease. You will never be cured of your curse.

Like a rock flying into a mosquito, like a turbulent blast of water buffeting a stick, something struck me. If I did not lift my hand to my temple to deflect, I would have instantly died. Instead, I am pushed off Angel Island and sent spiraling into the ocean below. The wind buffets me as my hood comes flying off. Head-first, the cold water meets my face and swallows me whole.

The Jotoni sun burns bright today. It burns for me, it wants to be under my command. And this morning it will. I step out of my hut and stop to let my bare toes dig through the soil. By doing a graceful hand gesture, the lukewarm pond water splashes against my brown face. "How refreshing". Is my outfit appropriate for the oncoming celebration? I walk over to the crystal blue oasis to look at my reflection. My ivory quetar* is light with puffy sleeves while my beige solies* will be good for running but also formal. The outfit just needs a little touching up. I touch both sides of my collars and wait. Each spot glows in a purple aura, and then deep crimson dahlias bloom beautifully on the quetar. I will look ravishing for this day.

"Marual*," says a male passerby.

"Marual," I reply. After this morning, I will be known as Maghoat Sun* and I shall be treated as suchThe savanna breeze kicks up as I stroll toward the Floating Homes. The ground slopes into crystal violet water; the Floating Homes tower above my Jotoni sea. Pangs of anxiety make my heart race-like the first time I made fire from my fingertips. After twelve and a half years of visiting these Houses and training until fire and ice leaked from my fingertips, it's going to pay off. The salty zephyrs whirl around my fingers, lifting my long braid above my head.

The ocean welcomes my foot warmly and then it welcomes the other. Behind me, the children gasp in awe as they do every day. Soon, they will be bowing and kissing my feet. I sprint along the ocean's surface, my legs used to kyiul*. Walking on the water's surface was tedious for me in my early months of training. "If you cannot even walk on the water, how can you claim to be Maghoat Sun?" asked Jenuy, my first ranoque* of the Wi*. In about two weeks, I showed up in his hallway with the Maghoat's tears circulating around my ankles. He immediately agreed to teach me.

He should be at my door today, not the other way around. When I lift my head to his Floating Home, a water plume leniently pushes me upward. When I learned how to do that, I aimed for the anux. I took a bite of one of the clouds; it tasted pure and fresh. I step off the water plume onto the smooth wooden surface and into the dark, gaping hallway. This will be the last time I will be here. Maybe after Jenuy tells me what I already know, I will leave Jotoni and see other places. I will travel the worlds as the almighty Maghoat Sun.

Jenuy hears me before I can place one foot on a step. "Marual, Sia." His voice echoes down the hallway. It always irks me when he doesn't call me Maghoat Sunlo*. Even if he is a vasphli* these are formalities that he should already know.

"I would prefer you call me by proper name after today," I reply earnestly, descending the steps. "Is there a reason not to?"

"Sia, you are too firm." Steam permeates every inch of the room. Jenuy, nicknamed Maghoat Bos*, has his eyes closed in the heated bathtub. On each of his sides, a concubine's finger was circling his nipples. "Alaj* Sia." I take the silk, green sash off the rack and impatiently wrapping it over my shoulder, which results in a knot.

"I once said that to put on the sash properly, one must be patient."

"Yes Teacher."

"You are so smart," one of Jenuy's Jewels compliments him. Soon, I will be called Re Gis H. I take a deep breath, untie the knot, and quickly brush it over my left shoulder. At the opposite end of where Jenuy is lounging, I slip into the hot bath, covered with bubbles and suffocating steam. His moisturized curls drape over his closed eyes.

"Today the time has come."

"Yes Teacher." After the announcement, I won't have to call you Teacher anymore.

"Would like a yan?" he takes one from his bowl and waves it in front of me. I shake my head at the pastry. "Is that your final decision?"

"Yes Teacher," I reply impatiently.

"Too bad. If you had accepted, I would have made the announcement," he replies with a smirk. His Jewels laugh at me contemptuously. They aren't even pretty but he calls them his Jewels. After today, it will be me laughing at them and splashing scolding water in their hideous eyes. "You're upset I see."

"I am."

"Care for a piece of fogh?" the concoction of milk and flour jiggles before my eyes. I can't stand to look at it right now but if I decline he will delay the announcement.

"Yes Teacher," I lie, crinkling my face. He throws the plate at me; I raise the bathwater with my hand in order to catch the fogh. The tiny wave surfs the plate into my hands. Jenuy's Jewels scornfully laugh again, unable to comprehend the magnitude of my powers.

"'The greedy faslio* who took all of mortals' fruit ended up choking on seeds,'" his head droops and playfully swings to each of his Jewel's breasts. "No announc-"

"I am sick of hearing your parables and dealing with your tricks-the Maghoat Sun commands you to her the news," my impatience causes the steamed water to melt into the hottest liquid in the world. Jenuy's Jewels shriek and flail like drowning cattle. Only Jenuy remains halcyon.

"My Jewels, it is but a trick of the mind. Something that I taught her," he assures them. "Sia, please stop." I splash the lava and the thick, orange texture turns back into bathwater. His Jewels glare at me fearfully. That's a better look for them. "My Jewels, I need you to leave us." Without question or an utterance, they climb out the tub as if their lives depended on it…and it did. I smugly flash a smile; I can't wait to snap both their heads without consequence off after today. Jenuy sits up and opens his icy blue eyes. "I have been told that creatures crawl within the shadows have been spotted in the plains of Rilek-"

"The ones mentioned in the storybook everyone reads when they've reached half-age?"

"Yes. Commonly referred to as the Dark Ones, attracted to the evil and corruption of groups of people or a single person," his eyes narrow. "Tell me student, what do they do to souls of humans?"

"They devour them," I reply. "They take their hearts. In the storybooks, they are called the Heartless."

"The Dark Ones," insists Jenuy, "are appearing here as well. A man and his daughters' souls were devoured by the Dark Ones just a couple of days ago-"

"And why is the Maghoat Sun hearing this today, the most special day of her life?" I remind him in case he forgot. Who would have thought that a children's story, meant to make rotten children wee their solies, was something real?

"Because Sia chose not to. 'I don't have time to hear about silly stories. In three days, I must be perfect have my mind free of *plajees for my people', she said." Ignoring my scowl, he continues. "I've also been informed by my faithful servants that if people like you and me were to destroy the Dark Ones, it would not solve the problem."

"Heh, people like you and me," I snort. He feigns a smile.

"Yes, like you and me. Only a blade can permanently lead us to a solution-"

"What do the Dark Ones and a sword have to do with my announcement?"

"Patience." His palm stretches out to me and creates a ghostly image of silver jey*. "This blade, called the Keyblade, will save us. Before you interrupt I must point out that this blade isn't a normal blade as you can see. Its form and structure is that of a malago* jey and cannot be found in a tomb, or under the sea, or hidden away. It is the only sword that choses its master a-"

"How do I become its master, Teacher?"

"With that," the ghostly jey abruptly flies at me and its tip points at the center of my chest. "Uf oat j'yol.*"

"L' ol*," I repeat. "What do I have to-"

"Zeih*, student. The blade of jey is already in the hands of another. It belongs in the hands of the true Maghoat Sun. Confused? Baffled?" I wait for him to smirk and chuckle and tell me some foolish parable that has to do with impatient or greedy people. He doesn't; Jenuy makes the Keyblade disappear and swirls his hand in the bubble-filled tub. The bubbles accumulate to create a mysterious reflection. I splash the useless bubbles away as I peer closer into the reflection.

It reveals a girl around my age hacking at-the Dark Ones? In her hand, a blade the color of the sky that looks nothing that the Keyblade Jenuy showed me. Her face is shrouded in the shadow of her hood, sewed onto an occult khiv*. I can feel steam erupting from my eyes just from watching every movement of this sopu*. "You expect me to believe this? That-that all my training meant nothing because this-this sopu is Maghoat Sun?"

"Maghoat has two Suni. This girl, your sister, is older than you by a couple of months."

"Why am I finding this out now?"

"Because I found out the day before yesterday. Although her blade looks nothing like the blade I showed you, it is an altered Keyblade. It still has the power to eliminate the Dark Ones." The hooded girl swings the blade and at once, the Dark Ones vanish into purple smoke. She looks strong, but why isn't she demonstrating her powers?

"Sia, I know that you are very displeased to hear this, but you are not Maghoat Sun. She is."

I bet he's so happy about saying it. He's always wanted me to fail like this. Look at him, he's practically glowing tell me the news. "I-I was going-to-to be called Ma-"

Without sympathy, he presses on. "But I do have a mission for you. Something that you must do. Bring the Maghoat Sun here to eradicate this problem and save everyone you care for. We need her here alive. I will open a portal to her world and you will retrieve her with problems, yes?" When my mouth remains closed, he adds another "yes?"

"Yes!" I shout and splash the reflection away.

' ' '

When I raise my head from the pillow, everywhere is destruction. Everything in the hut has been broken as if an angry ox charged in and wrecked everything, leaving me untouched. How could I have been lied to-daliev*? "There is Maghoat Sun. Did I miss the announcement," asks Pagh when he steps into the hut. "Aye! What has happened, were we robbed?"

"No." Thunder crashes over our heads as I curl my fingers at Pagh and the vines from the ground wrap around his body like a thick snake. His eyes bulge out as he gasps for the air. "My Maghoat Sun-a-ack-"

"I am not Maghoat Sun. I never was. Who are my real parents?"

"H-How- ca-Sun!"

"Tell me who my real parents are or else I will turn you into zeds*!" My hand is nearly closed and in my left hand, flares spark.

"Maghoat is your magh. Jenuy told me that."

"He's an erique* Pagh! Nothing but eriosi* he spoke and so did you." I release him from the vines grasp and storm out the trashed hut. Dark grey clouds linger over Jotoni and a crack of lightning stabs the sky and another lightning bolt strikes my hut. Fire fills my nostrils as I exhale but I refuse to turn back. Who cares if he burns?

' ' '

She doesn't even know how to use Maghoat l saaji*. Does she prefer to slash around rather than use the power she was bequeathed? Jenuy must be on some business because he's not in here. The turbulent waves shake the poorly-founded Floating Home but not hard enough to knock me off my feet. With any luck, Jenuy is rotting in the sea. The bathtub is the portal to this girl-the one with that blade, the one who took everything I worked for when she was born, the one whose face is hidden in the shadows of her hood and the Maghoat Sun. Words cannot carry the graque* I have for her.

I leap into the tub and for a moment, it felt more like the sea. There was nothing beneath my feet but when I opened my eyes, the water was becoming lighter and the white blobs were becoming defined. Clouds, that's what they are. I'm beginning to fall inside one; I'm light as air. With a quick brandish, the cloud slips under my feet and freeze into ice. Like a bird gliding over the vast Jotoni mountains, I descend from the clouds. This is not Jotoni anymore, it's something different.

I see lush tolies* below my frozen cloud and after passing them by, I see a land of ruins. It is a garden compared to the Relik Shalk at home. I smell a lake nearby-hm, a pure one too. My feet skid against the ice as I catch a glimpse of a green light. This island is separated from the others-it is a floating peninsula. The perfect paradise for Maghoat Sun-in the skies, isolated from the lowly mortals below. It is her rightful fou*.

Moisture from another cloud wraps around my fists and it instantly freezes. Sunlight gleams off my frozen fists, carrying the Maghoat's energy. How can I not be one of hers? This is a mistake, this girl must be a mistake. I tilt the ice cloud forward with my fist extended out and like a flash of lightning, my fist sends her flying off the island. But I am nowhere done with her.

I skip off the frozen cloud and stomp into the ground. A pillar rises from the water below carrying Maghoat Sun on her back. I leap on the pillar and stomp on it, just missing her hand. Its foundation diminishes but I keep the cap of the pillar floating in midair. I snatch her by her collar and shake her. "Maghoat Sun. Maghoat Sun! Maghoat Sun!" I cry out while grab her hood. She takes my wrist, shakes it off her hood and in her right hand, a bright glow becomes the bluish blade I saw before. The hooded girl slashes at me-it was an instant reflex to send electricity coursing through her system before throwing her back down to the ocean.

With my open palm pointed at her, the ocean freezes into hard ice. She doesn't fall through but lands deftly on her feet surprisingly. "Do you even use the gifts that Moghoat gave you?"

She ignores me like a arrogant mortal. Moghoat Sun has a right to that. "Answer me-ho." This is a different world, I am speaking in fopit*. My fingertips glow a forest green as I bring them up to my lips. My mouth tingles with a jolting spark. "Hear me and tell me your name."

"Risa," she answers in a voice that is as flat as lobd. Her covered face makes it impossible to make out her tiij*. "Why did you do this?"

"You took everything. I wish nothing but misfortunate on you!" Risa points the tip of the Keyblade at me. "Use the gifts-show me why you are Mother Nature's Daughter and not me. Fight me with Her gifts." The hooded girl's response was dropping on her knees and screaming in pain.

This command I cannot obey. What does this stranger mean? The Goddess' gifts? If I could cut my arm off, it would bring me great pleasure. "I can't believe it," the foreigner says. "You are Mother Nature's Daughter and yet you…you don't know what it is. Sister, let me show why I should be Mother Nature's Daughter." As the ice beneath me shakes, I dodge the ice spike that pierces through the frozen water. Before sliding off the edge, I use my periwinkle sword to stab the third ice spike she summoned, keeping me from falling in the water again. The girl grunts as she summons a water plume to send me up to Angel Island.

"Risa!" I can hear Knuckles calling for me when I drop face-down in the grass. When I manage to pick my head up, the stranger is in front of my very eyes. I do not even know what her name is. She picks me up by the side of my hood and spits on my cheek. I hear Knuckles behind her charging. "Hey knock it off-!" With her other hand behind her back, she covers Knuckles in a sphere made of the rocky earth.

"You are not fit to wield the blade shaped liked a key," her breathe smells like heavy smoke. "How dare you live first."

"What?"

Knuckles' fist smashes the earthy sphere and continues his lunge. "Try that again." The foreigner twists her hand in an awkward way and vines erupt from the ground and wrap around his arms and legs, lifting him above the ground. With every twist, he grunts in pain. Her eyes never leave mine, as if she was searching for my "gifts".

"Use them, Daughter of-" the periwinkle sword reappears in my left hand and I swiftly strike her temple, which sends her reeling back. I squeeze the hilt of the sword she calls "the blade shaped like a key". The dark skies filled with lightning might just strike both of us down since we are in the clouds.

I had no idea it was going to turn out like this. This is what happens when you're reading ADOD by George R.R. Martin during Spring Break.

I wanted my new character Sia to derive from a world that is far away from the other universes. She and everyone there speaks Fopit, a universal language (in their universe anyway), but she is a Jotonian. Although she speaks "English" to Jenuy, it is actually Fopit, which is why the italicized words are seemingly gibberish.

Key

Quetar: Shirt

Solies: Pants

Marual: Good Morning, good night

Magh: Mother

Oat: Nature; an essence of nature

Sun (Pronounced zoon): Daughter

Kyiul: Art of waterwalking

Ranoque: Teacher

Wi: Way

Anu: Heaven, sky. (not a made up word FYI)

Sunlo: Upcoming Daughter (lo means soon-to-be)

Vasphli: Master

Bos: Messenger

Alaj: (Casual) Sit down

Re Gis H: The Wise One

Faslio: Common name for monsters that are perennially hungry

Jey: (Pronounced yeh) Key

Malago: Sword

Plajeesi: plagues

Uf oat j'yol: "Nature of one's heart"

Li: The ("i" is dropped when placed in front of a word beginning with a vowel.)

Zeih: Patience

Khiv: Dress

Sopu: Swear word equivalent to "cunt"

Daliev: (Past tense of "dale") cheated

Pagh: Father

Erique: Liar

Eriosi: Lies

Zeds : Ash

l saaji: Gifts (l is a possessive adjective)

Graque : Hatred

Tolies : Lush plants an area of a lot of trees, shrubbery, etc.

Fou: Throne

Tiij: Countenance