Hauru was falling. She didn't know where from, as the only thing she could see around her was pitch black darkness. She looked down and saw a dark purple light and tried to move towards it. As she get closer, she began to see some details. A woman clad in black armor and a red cape clutching a silver sword. She had pale skin, long black hair and her eyes were a pale, icy blue. Closer and closer the twelve-year-old Hauru got. She noticed even more details. Including a shadowy figure behind her that seemed to match the silhouette of a lycan in wolf form. It was a mosaic she was falling towards. When Hauru saw the necklace around the woman's neck and her bared fangs, it became clear who the woman was. Around her head were three circles. Each containing a face of one she knew. A man with a trimmed beard and long hair, matching the descriptions of Lucian. An older man with hair swept back and a perpetual scowl, which was how Hauru always imagined Viktor looking like whenever she read the story. The third was a woman, long hair and very pretty, but in a more youthful way than the maiden who took up the center of the mosaic. "Sonja?" Hauru asked. Nobody responded. After what felt like a whole minute, Hauru finally landed on the Mosaic.
None of what she saw made sense. A dive to the heart was something all keyblade wielders had to go through. But it was supposed to be to her own heart. Sonja... She was just a character in an old story. And even if she was not, she would have been dead for six centuries. She heard a voice. The same one from her dreams. Sonja's voice... "There is still much to be done, but time is running short," she said. "Do not be afraid, young one. The full moon has yet to rise". A pillar of light shone down upon the mosaic, seeming to center on the Necklace Sonja wore in the image. "Step forward. It will be okay. I promise". Hauru nodded and slowly walked toward the pillar. Once she reached it, she looked down at the Mosaic. The Necklace Sonja wore... it was identical to her own. But that was impossible. Or was it? Could there be more to those "stories" than what she was told? But if Sonja was real... if all of it was real... Hauru should not be standing on the mosaic of Sonja's heart. "You are the heir to an ancient power, slumbering in your blood. But it has begun to stir. It will give you strength, but you must give it focus".
From the Mosaic floor, three pedestals rose. Atop each rested a single item. Atop the first pedestal floated a silver sword, identical to the one Sonja held in the Mosaic. The second held a small key and atop the third was what looked like a magic wand. Hauru walked toward the key and as soon as she touched it, a vision flashed through her head. The moment Sonja nearly got eaten by werewolves until Lucian removed his shackle and scared them away. "The power of the Guardian," Sonja said. "Kindness to aid friends. a body that will ever endure. Shall this be your focus?" Hauru nodded and the key vanished. "You have chosen its focus, but what will you surrender in exchange?" Hauru looked to the sword and took it in her hand. In her mind flashed a fateful battle. A lycan tearing through armored vampires left and right and that same lycan battling the ruthless elder, Viktor. "The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. The capacity for terrible destruction. Shall this be the power you surrender?" Hauru thought about it and shook her head. She set the sword back and took up the wand. No visions came to her. "The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A wand of wonder and ruin. Shall you give this up?" Hauru nodded. "You have chosen the power of the guardian. You have given up the power of the mystic. Is this the path you wish to wak?" Hauru nodded again and the pillars disappeared.
In their place, a door appeared and Hauru walked right on through it. The light blinded her, but she quickly adjusted. She seemed to be standing in the ruins of an ancient castle. No... the ruins were too close a match to the castle from the story... Castle Corvinus. Specifically, she stood in the council chamber. But why was she here? "The war still rages," Sonja seemed to say. "I want to know more about you". Hauru noticed only three people in her view. Lucian, the first and most powerful of the lycans. Sonja, the radiant vampire from the Mosaic. And Viktor, the ruthless elder from the story sitting atop his throne. Hauru approached Viktor first, who knelt to meet the young Hauru at eye level. "What do you value? What do you hold dear over all else?" his thick accent unnerved Hauru with each word he spoke. It seemed to peak to a deep-seeded arrogance.
"F... Friendship," she said.
"Friendship? How quaint," Viktor sneered. Hauru shuddered, turning away from him and her eyes met with Sonja's. She seemed so... radiant. An odd word for a woman who could never see daylight. Far softer and at ease than her father. She looked at Hauru and smiled warmly.
"What do you desire most?" she asked. Hauru felt more at ease. Sonja had a warmth about her and it made Hauru wonder just how someone so good could come from such a vile man like Viktor.
"I want to be strong. To protect the people that matter to me".
"A noble desire, indeed," Sonja said with a smile. Hauru walked up to Lucian, who looked down and tussled Hauru's hair.
"Tell me," he said, "what do you fear most?" Lucian's voice was stern, yet soothing. He looked exactly as a lycan leader should. Confident, rugged, and a stern look on his face. But his expression softened once he locked eyes with Hauru.
"I guess I'm scared of being different". Lucian knelt and tussled Hauru's hair.
"There's worse things than that. Different is far from the worst thing to be". Lucian smiled and began to fade, followed by Viktor and Sonja. Hauru stood alone in the chamber.
"When the full moon rises, your power will awaken. Your road will be a difficult one, but it will only make you stronger. The day you shall end the war is Far off, but fast approaching". As soon as Sonja spoke these words, a door appeared before Hauru. She wasted no time going through and she found herself standing on a mosaic depicting herself. She began to feel strange. She was on-edge, felt like something was... pulling at her blood. "The full moon has risen. Your power awakens. The power of a pureblood lycan". Hauru was brought to her knees by a sudden pain. She looked up at the full moon as her eyes began to change. She ran her tongue over her teeth and found that they'd become sharper. What has happening to her? She looked down at her hands and watched as her claws began to grow. She screamed as she felt her ribs begin to expand and her legs shift. Sonja, all of a sudden, appeared before her.
Hauru began to cry, screaming as the changes progressed. "But don't be afraid," Sonia said as she tried to comfort Hauru. Hauru's ribs began to subtly, but painfully expand as her legs shifted. The sickening sounds of bones breaking and changing and reforming filled Hauru's hearing, which only got more and more sensitive as they began to change shape and position. Hauru itched as fur began to grow. Inky shadows began to manifest and slowly spread across the mosaic below. Her face began to change, pushing out into a lycan's muzzle as her skin changed into a rough, dark grey. "You hold the greatest weapon of all". The shadows spread furth, begin to envelop Hauru and Sonja seeming to pull the two apart. "Never forget. You are the one... that will help end the war". And just as her dive began in darkness, so too has it ended.