Moving faster than the wind, the stranger in black leapt into the
air. She leveled with the monster's face, a look of anger in her eyes.
Slashing wildly, the stranger reduced the monster's face to mere shreds. It
howled in pain despite the fact it had no face. The stranger seemed to
hover above the spoiled head, almost floating. Her movements were quick, so
precise. With a few more well aimed hits, the monster fell to the ground,
nothing more than a puddle of bubbling black liquid. Sora brought himself
to a stand, not sure if what he just saw was real. The stranger stood next
to her spoils, motionless save for the rising of her chest. Sora moved
closer. He blinked, and she had rid the keyblades of grime and released
their energies. As Sora moved closer, he saw that she was taller than he
had thought at first. She was nearly as tall as him! She turned, and every
thought in his mind escaped. Her face was long and full. She held herself
well, and her arms were toned. Her black jumpsuit fit perfectly. The front
of the bodice was decorated with silvery patterns, and the back had criss-
crossed straps that exposed milky skin. Her hair was dark. a deep brown. It
hung in perfect ringlets around her face and shoulders. Her eyes were a
dazzling green, like the depths of the sea. Her hands were covered in the
monster's blood. Her face was scratched up, and tears had formed at the
corners of her eyes. And when she spoke, her voice sounded like distant
waterfalls.
"You are the Keyblade Master," she stated, "I've been searching for you". Sora couldn't speak. She had him mesmerized. She looked quizzically at him. "You are the one they call Sora, are you not"?
"I-uh-yes. Yes, that's me. I. uh. thank you. I mean, for your help," he stammered.
"Do you have a place we can hid? You are not safe so long as I am with you," the strange woman said. Sora tried to keep himself focused.
"Uh, yeah. I have an apartment above the pub," he replied.
"Good. We'll need shelter until morning". Sora wanted to sit down right there and sort through everything that had just happened, but decided to wait for an explanation from her.
"Come on. This way," he said as he led her to the pub.
Back inside his apartment once again, Sora felt ready for a whole week of sleep. He walked the stranger into his living area where a couch sat beckoning him to sample its comforts.
"You can sleep here for tonight. My room's in the back there," he explained, pointing. The stranger nodded. 'She looks tired too' Sora thought. While she was settling in, Sora went to his closet to get an extra blanket and some medicines. When he returned, he found the stranger gazing intently out the window, apparently watching for something.
"The First District square really glows in the early hours of the morning. It looks like heaven," he commented, trying to break the ice. When she didn't answer, he plopped the blanket down at her feet and proceeded to add some antibacterial solution to the rag he had brought along.
"You're hurt. This stuff will ease the pain and keep out infection". At this she turned, looking him straight in the eyes. His heart skipped a beat. She took the rag he held out for her and dabbed lightly at her torn cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispered. Sora nodded and stood. It was time to hit the sack. "Don't you want an explanation?" she asked as he headed toward his room.
"In the morning," Sora replied with a yawn, "I can barely keep my eyes open". The stranger nodded and lay down. As Sora was about to shut his door, he remembered something "One question". The woman looked up.
"Yes"? Sora rubbed the back of his neck.
"What's your name"? Something close to a smile crept to the stranger's face.
"Phoenix," she replied. And with that, she fell fast asleep. 'Phoenix' Sora thought, 'It suits her'. He looked at her as she slept, his heart and mind yearning to know who she was, where she had come from, and why she was here.
"Get your ass to bed," he scolded himself quietly, "If you don't, you'll have no energy to find out"!
"You are the Keyblade Master," she stated, "I've been searching for you". Sora couldn't speak. She had him mesmerized. She looked quizzically at him. "You are the one they call Sora, are you not"?
"I-uh-yes. Yes, that's me. I. uh. thank you. I mean, for your help," he stammered.
"Do you have a place we can hid? You are not safe so long as I am with you," the strange woman said. Sora tried to keep himself focused.
"Uh, yeah. I have an apartment above the pub," he replied.
"Good. We'll need shelter until morning". Sora wanted to sit down right there and sort through everything that had just happened, but decided to wait for an explanation from her.
"Come on. This way," he said as he led her to the pub.
Back inside his apartment once again, Sora felt ready for a whole week of sleep. He walked the stranger into his living area where a couch sat beckoning him to sample its comforts.
"You can sleep here for tonight. My room's in the back there," he explained, pointing. The stranger nodded. 'She looks tired too' Sora thought. While she was settling in, Sora went to his closet to get an extra blanket and some medicines. When he returned, he found the stranger gazing intently out the window, apparently watching for something.
"The First District square really glows in the early hours of the morning. It looks like heaven," he commented, trying to break the ice. When she didn't answer, he plopped the blanket down at her feet and proceeded to add some antibacterial solution to the rag he had brought along.
"You're hurt. This stuff will ease the pain and keep out infection". At this she turned, looking him straight in the eyes. His heart skipped a beat. She took the rag he held out for her and dabbed lightly at her torn cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispered. Sora nodded and stood. It was time to hit the sack. "Don't you want an explanation?" she asked as he headed toward his room.
"In the morning," Sora replied with a yawn, "I can barely keep my eyes open". The stranger nodded and lay down. As Sora was about to shut his door, he remembered something "One question". The woman looked up.
"Yes"? Sora rubbed the back of his neck.
"What's your name"? Something close to a smile crept to the stranger's face.
"Phoenix," she replied. And with that, she fell fast asleep. 'Phoenix' Sora thought, 'It suits her'. He looked at her as she slept, his heart and mind yearning to know who she was, where she had come from, and why she was here.
"Get your ass to bed," he scolded himself quietly, "If you don't, you'll have no energy to find out"!
