A young lady lays on her bed, listening to her computer as it plays soft orchestral music. She closes her eyes as the music flows throughout her old room, filling it with nostalgia and memories. She closes her eyes to rest a minute, and to take a break from this reality she's been living in. What is her name?

Rose Lalonde

Rose Lalonde opens her eyes at the mention of her name. Confusedly, she looks around, then apparently shrugs it off and lays back down. For now, we better not speak in underlined words, especially if invoking a character's name. Names have power. Don't forget that. Now I guess you'll want me to leave you in a third-person perspective, huh? As you wish, and farewell, I hope I have made a decent host.

You are now Rose Lalonde

Rose twitched once again. She felt like someone, or something was invoking her presence. This wasn't even a voice in her head. It was… something else. Something…. Outside of Sburb.

Where did that thought come from? She thought, confused. After a moment she came to the conclusion that she should probably get some sleep. After all, a lack of sleep could cause delusion and hallucinations.

Rubbing her eyes, Rose set her computer to play soft piano and viola duets for a few hours, and laid back down on her bed. She gazed at the ceiling, imagining the possibilities the future could hold. She imagined the first gate in it's glory, swirling and always changing, like the world around her had.

Rose closed her eyes, and cleared her mind. She cleared it of all of the day's memories, and of her past. She perfected this trick around the time she turned 11. It helped when she didn't want to think about her mother, or how she never got to see her friends, or her lack of friends. After all, she wasn't very sociable. Most people never liked her sarcasm. She cleared these thoughts from her mind as well.

Sleep. She thought. And with a final breath, she began to dream.

Rose envisioned a blue wind swirling around her house. It swirled and seemed to be fighting off a black form. Rose would have looked closer but in a dream there would be no need, for she would instantly have a better view. Closer up, the blue wind seemed to be splitting itself apart and buffeting the dark shape. The shady figure suddenly turned a dark green as the wind turned into a blue figure of John, only slightly older and… More distinguished. This John had no face, but if he did, it would probably be pretty handsome. Windy John punched the green figure in the face, over and over again until she tried rushing over to make it stop.

There was a flash of orange light and swore she could've seen the outline of a sun, when Windy John turned into pure lightning and disappeared with a flash. She looked over at the green man but he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, and saw a sparkling gear on the ground in her front yard. She flew to the mystery gear, but within 5 feet of the gear it flashed with a red light and transported her to a cage in the sky. Rose started to panic at this point, until she noticed what was going on below her. Another her, wearing orange with hood on, flying towards a certain blue John and green figure.

She watched the events she'd just lived through happen again, and watched as something new happened: a green dog with a pulsing green spiral of some sort on its back spiraled out of the flash of light, flying into the clouds. The dog glowed a light green, and her cage disappeared. She began to fall towards the black abyss, and each figure fell alongside her, mocking her.

"Fly, seer."

"Can't you fly, little bird?"

"Seer, rise."

"Growl."

She noticed the orange her floating towards the red gear. She tried to cry out to her past self, but it was no use. Her voice didn't work. She plummeted to the blackness below, enveloped in darkness. She couldn't fly. As she lost sight of the only home she knew, the figures collectively howled in pain and became a boy dressed in an old aviator's jacket and black jeans. She did not care to have another figure harass her, so the simply turned over and stared at the darkness to see her death, when he grabbed her by the waist and raised her up. She felt herself being lifted.

A new shape appeared in the sky, in the shape of… a spiked ball? Or maybe it was a spiked skull? It frightened her, but it just emanated some dark energy that strengthened her rescuer. She was thrown into the air and landed on her front lawn. Her rescuer was nowhere to be found. The dark figure in the sky was gone. She looked to her house, and it was there. On the front door, it glowed next to an orange sun that seemed to correspond and blend with it.

The strange combination floated towards her, and took the form of the boy from earlier. He stumbled and fell at her feet. Horrified, she reached down towards him, to notice her arms were gray and rapidly becoming darker. She ran to her nearest window, and saw she was bathed in a black aura. Her skin was a darker color than she had ever seen, and her eyes were pure white. She turned around, and the boy loomed over her.

"Rose, you're in a lot of trouble." And with those happy words, she woke up.