Jake Hallows: Yep, the adventures are here!

Wings of Avalon: Haha yes! Mickey and Riku's relationship is so funny to me...adorable, but funny. I will never get over Riku picking him up and swinging him around at the end of KH2.

coolmegan123: Okay now that it's pretty obvious where this is going I can tell you what I wanted to a few weeks ago! Way back during Sorrow's Promise, you left a review that said: "Mind you, it might be interesting if she becomes a Nobody ;D" (yes, I searched through old reviews to find it this morning!) I'm pretty sure at that point I was already considering ending Inferno's Edge the way I did, so I'm not going to put the blame completely on you, but I had not figured out all of the details and that comment definitely inspired me to take the story in this direction!

Ack, I completely forgot to post this chapter yesterday! So sorry, guys, I do not know where my brain was. And I was excited about this chapter, too! Ah, well, better late than never.

Chapter 7

Perspective – ?.?.?

It hurts.

Everything hurts, and it's so cold.

It's so cold, and dark, and it hurts.

Why is it so dark and cold?

It stretched on forever – the dark, and the cold, and the pain. Then suddenly, there was warmth. Suddenly light pierced through my eyelids, and I slowly started to become aware of other sensations besides cold and pain. Like a hard surface beneath me, something tickling my bare arms, and the sound of the wind and of a voice that was trying to come into focus.

"M'lady...m'lady, can you hear me?"

My eyelids felt like they were weighted, but after a struggle I got them to cooperate and pry open, only to quickly shut them again with a grimace when the sun overwhelmed my vision. A shadow moved in front of it, and I chanced peeking again to find a face hovering over me.

"Ah!" The man turned to throw the next sentence over his shoulder. "You see there, John? I told you she was rousing!" He focused on me again with concern, though with the sun behind his head hi face was still cast in shadow. "Are you alright, m'lady? Are you injured?"

Injured? Memories of cold and pain seized my body for an instant, but they were gone as quickly as they came, leaving only the prior mild soreness behind. "No, I don't think so." My voice came out like a foreign-sounding croak.

"Here." Reaching to his hip, the man grabbed a canteen and removed the strap from over his head. He popped off the cap before handing it to me. "Drink some water."

I pushed myself up to a sitting position with only a little difficulty before accepting the canteen. Satisfied after sniffing that it was, indeed, water, I took a few grateful swigs, relishing the feeling of the cool liquid on my parched throat.

It wasn't until I rotated to hand the canteen back to the man that I finally got a good look at his face. He was much furrier than I had expected. Most of his body was covered with reddish fur, though it changed to white around his chin and neck. He had a pointed snout, and perky ears with a yellow cap perched in between them. He was a...a fox. My brain took a moment to fill in that blank, but it eventually complied. I wasn't sure why I had not expected a fox, though, unless it was because... I glanced down at my own, fur-less hands. Right. Because I'm...a...human. Still, the fact that a fox was wearing a hat and tunic and talking to me didn't strike me as all that odd. It was almost like I had seen something like it before.

Right now the fox was frowning at me, still seeming concerned. "Are you sure you're alright? You're not ill, are you?"

I had been staring at him for quite some time now, and somehow I didn't think I should be, so I finally dragged my gaze back down to my lap. "I don't...think so?" What does being ill feel like?

"Well, something must have caused you to collapse," he mused.

"Not hot enough for sun stroke today," a new, deep voice broke in. I snapped my attention to th source of this voice and found a large brown bear, wearing a similar green tunic and cap to the fox, watching us from a slight distance.

"Was I..." I crinkled my brow, and turned back to the fox, suddenly very confused about why I couldn't remember this. "Was I...with...you? Are we...do we know each other?"

"With us? When you collapsed? No, we just happened to spot you lying here." He gave me a funny look that I couldn't decipher. "We've never met before. You don't...remember what happened? What you were doing?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for some kind of memory to make itself known, but there was nothing, just a big blank. Even the memory of the cold and dark was fading now. I shook my head and opened my eyes. "No. I don't remember anything."

"Hm. Well, where are you from? Nottingham?" The fox gestured to his left, and I looked to see a town nestled at the foot of the grassy hill.

The name didn't ring any bells. "No...I don't think so."

He frowned again. "Lincolne? Darby?"

Slowly I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I don't know."

"You...really don't remember...anything, do you?"

I shrugged and stared down at my hands. "The first thing I remember is hearing you call me, and opening my eyes."

"Well, ain't that a puzzle." The bear stepped a little closer, scratching his head. "You got a name, kid?"

"M–" I began to answer instinctively, but got stuck after the first sound. "M–..." Why can't I remember my own name?

"Something that begins with an 'M', eh?" The fox stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Merry? Mildred? Maven?"

"No," I whispered. At least, I didn't think so. Surely I would recognize my name if someone spoke it, right?

"Alright then, what say we just call you 'M' for now?" Leaping nimbly to his feet, the fox stretched out a paw to help me up. My legs were stiff and wobbly, like they hadn't been used in a long time, but I managed to get up and stay that way.

"Where are you gonna take her?" the bear asked, sounding suspicious.

"Not sure yet. If she has family somewhere nearby, then they'll be worried about her. But we can't very well just take her into town and leave her there. Especially not Nottingham. She obviously has nothing, which means she'd be perfect prey for you-know-who." The fox emphasized this with an elbow to the bear's gut.

"Well, we could ask around and see if we can find somebody who knows her."

"Very true, Little John. But in the meantime, she'll need somewhere to stay, and I'm sure you know what that means." The fox grinned.

Sighing heavily, the bear – Little John, apparently – crossed his arms. "Yeah, I think I can figure it out."

The fox hopped to attention right in front of me, then swept his hat off of his head and gave a low bow. "Lady M, allow me to introduce myself. I am Robin Hood." Returning the hat to its rightful place, he gestured grandly toward the woods which we had been sitting on the edge of. "Welcome to Sherwood Forest."

A/N: 1. Why yes, I did format the "perspective" at the top of each chapter just so I could use the infamous triple question mark from the games for this one chapter. Of course then I got on this stupid site and it wouldn't let me put three in a row without a period in between each one.

2. How long did it take you to figure out who she was talking to?

3. Fun fact, Lincolne and Darby are town names found on the map shown at the beginning of the movie.

4. What do you think about this new development?