Spirit Room
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Wild Arms 3 or Wild Arms 2. The title of the story and the chapters are not mine either.
Summary: Evil seeps through Filgaia as darkness corrupts much of the land. The Prophets are transported into the Filgaia of WA2 and later, so are the heroes of WA3. What is it that the Prophets are attempting to succeed by doing this?
A/N: This is AU, and they are transported when they go to sleep, the night before they go to that place of Clive's father-in-law (Professor). This is also going to be Virginia/Jet, Lilka/Ashley, Colette/Tim, and I decided to eventually also make it Kanon/Brad. I really don't like Marina that much… ^__^
A/N 2: I really haven't updated much in a while. Real sorry! I just haven't had any flashes of inspiration lately… Then I lost my floppy disk where I saved all of my fanfics… I'll try to update more often, but I do have a life outside of fanfiction… Or at least I think I do…
Chapter Six: If Only She Knew
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It's dark… Everything is dark… And they just keep coming… Please, just go away…
A small child rose from the inner chambers of the catacombs, fending off the desire to scream. She was small, with platinum hair. Her face was pale and bright crimson eyes stood out broadly.
The girl walked slowly, placing foot in front of foot deliberately.
You won't help… Just leave…
/Then let us help!/
You can't… Just go.
/Will you let us help if we can liberate the Baskars?/
The Baskars aren't supposed to be here…Take them… There is no need for you.
/Who are you?/
You don't want to know. Just leave while you have the chance.
/But we need to get home!/
Then get home. I don't care.
A ghost of a smirk appeared on the frail girl's face. She ducked her head and continued her steady jaunt.
There is no need for you. The closer you get to it, the more likely they are to flood the tunnels and catacombs.
/What will that do?/
Trust me, you don't want that to happen.
/We don't trust you./
I never said you should.
The girl walked on stolidly. Around her, tormented shouts filled the air.
/Yes you did./
Fine, don't trust me. I don't care.
/Whoever you are, we're trying to help!/
If you want to help, save the Baskars and leave. The Prophets are likely to wipe this world out of existence because you continue to interfere. Why are you so hard-headed?
She closed her eyes, reaching a wall.
/We want to get home so we can save our Filgaia. We need to!/
Hehehe… You want to get home. Ask your other companions what they want.
The girl tittered and tapped the wall, continuing through.
There was a momentary silence. Then, another set of voices snarled at her.
\We want to save our Filgaia.\
/We want to help!/
\You should let us.\
/We are heroes, of course./
She sighed and walked despondently on. The silver door stood, barricading her exit.
That doesn't matter. This hero-worship, it is corrupting you. You aren't heroes.
/We don't want to be helpless./
\We need to do something.\
Get used to it, it isn't going to change. If you want to do something so badly, rescue the Baskars. When the Mercs finish the Prophets off, the Baskars will die. So hurry and rescue them, if you want them to live.
She stood there, staring at the door. Finally, she pulled off a white glove and tapped the door. It swung open.
Prepare, if you want to help.
A/N: Not a very long chapter… Sorry if it was confusing. The type within the /sdfds/ is the WA3 gang, the type within the \sdfds\ is the WA2 gang, and the italics is this girl… I'll try to get the next chapter up soon…