A/N: Oookay... I decided I'm going to give my character a little 'awakening' of her own. I'll try to make it as original as possible, but I will use stuff from the game. I know it's backwards from the direction Sora went. I don't plan on giving her a Keyblade, unless you want it, of course. Disclaimer: I own my character and that is all.
This is her dream while she is in the dark portaley thing. So, here is chapter 3.
Chapter 3. The Dream.
Alternate title: Awakening.
"Ugh... where am I?" Herzophia slowly opened her eyes. It was very dim, she could hardly see a thing. 'What happened?' She thought, confused. 'Was that real?' She looked around. She tried squinting to see better, but to no avail. She realized she was laying down on something hard, and tried to stand up, only to have her legs fail her and fall right back down on her butt. The ground was cold. It felt like... glass?
Suddenly, the lights got much brighter, as if someone had pulled back the curtains on a sunny morning. Herzophia closed her eyes, then opened them slightly, to look around her. She was standing on what appeared to be a large circle of stained glass. It was green, and had a large picture of a woman in a yellow dress, holding a bright red apple. Arranged around her were seven smaller pictures of the heads of bearded men. It looked familiar, and the place had an eerie feel to it, almost as if it were alive. A voice spoke, seemingly from nowhere, causing Herzophia to jump a few inches. "So much to do....
So little time... Take your time. The door has not yet been opened."
Herzophia stood up, her legs holding her this time, and looked around for the source of the voice. It spoke again, but this time she was not startled. "Now, step forward. Can you do it?"
She didn't know how she could stand right now, much less walk. She continued to look for the source of the voice. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was getting annoyed. "Who are you? Show yourself!" She commanded. The voice did not answer. She decided to do as it asked, and took a step forward.
The voice didn't speak. She ran to the middle of the stained glass disk.
The ground began to vibrate slightly, and three stone altars rose up out of the glass. "Power rests within you..." The voice spoke. Three things appeared on the altars. "If you give it form..." A sword, a shield, and a staff. "It will give you strength. Choose well."
Herzophia was thoroughly confused now. Who was speaking to her? Why were these things appearing? She looked around at the weapons. She walked over to the altar holding the staff and climbed up. She held the staff in her hands, and the voice spoke again. "Power of the Mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?" She pondered the question. Inner strength... a staff of wonder... but ruin? Perhaps not. "Maybe not." She said, unsure. She jumped down and placed the staff back in its place. She slowly walked over to the shield, jumped on its altar, and held it. The voice spoke. "The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?" She glanced over at the sword. Maybe it would be better than the both of them? She decided to see all her options, and then choose. She shook her head, meaning no. She hopped down off the altar and replaced the shield. She ran over to the altar with the sword on top and pulled herself up. She took the sword in her hands, noticing how well the hilt fit in her grasp. "The power of the Warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you seek?" She could certainly use courage at a time like this. But she decided to think on it longer, and answered no, this was not the power she was seeking. She slid down from the altar, sat on the floor and leaned against the stone.
Power of the Mystic.... inner strength... the power of the guardian... kindness... the power of the warrior... courage... hard choice. Did she want wonder and ruin? A shield to repel all? Or did she wish to cause terrible destruction? The good choices... the bad choices... they all made it harder. Perhaps she should go on how they felt to her? The staff seemed a little bulky, and was a bit wide for her hands. The shield was heavy, and she didn't think she could hold it up for very long. But the sword... the sword was perfect... it fit in her grip perfectly, and was lightweight and well balanced. It was decided.
She stood up and climbed back up the altar, and took the sword in her hands. "Is this the power you seek?" Spoke the voice. She nodded confidently. "Your path is set." The sword disappeared in a flash of light. The next thing the voice said both relieved and scared her. "Now, what will you give up in exchange?" Give up? She had to go without one of these marvelous abilities? But... she would have two... and not just the power of the Warrior. Inner strength... Kindness... she decided to give up the shield. She had enough kindness already in her, and she had a feeling inner strength would come in handy.
She jogged over to the shield and held it in her hands. "Do you give up this power?" The voice inquired. She hesitated, then said "Yes." The shield disappeared in a flash of light, except it seemed to be dissolving. "You've chosen the power of the Warrior. You've given up the power of the Guardian. Is this the form you choose?" She nodded firmly. She had chosen. She wasn't going to change it after all that thinking. "Yes."
The altar under her sank into the stained glass, as did the other two. She jumped off. She stood in the middle of the circle as the glass began to shatter from the outside and closing in on her. The glass beneath her shattered, and she fell into the darkness below her.
She fell, and another stained glass circle was below her, coming closer. It was blue, and had a woman in a blue dress, with brown hair. There were pictures of people and carriages that looked mysteriously like pumpkins around her. Herzophia began to fall slower, and eventually she could turn herself over and land softly on her bare feet.
The sword appeared in her hand. "You have gained the power to fight." She gave the sword a few experimental swings, listening to how it made a swooshing noise through the air. "All right!" The voice exclaimed. "You've got it. Use this power to protect yourself and others." 'Protect?' Thought Herzophia. 'Protect... from what? ... From shadows? Wait, this is just like in my game!' Sure enough, a few shadows started to rise up from the glass below her. "There will be times when you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong." She swung the sword viciously at an attacking Shadow, dodging the little thing's sharp claws. The sword connected, and the Shadow dissipated into nothing. She knew what was coming next. She remained in her battle position as the remaining shadows sank into the stained glass disk. "Behind you!" Cautioned the voice. Herzophia spun around and slashed the life out of the oncoming Heartless.
After that one was taken care of, more Shadows appeared. She swung her sword at the nearest one, deflecting its attack. She then pounced on the stunned Heartless and killed it. There were more behind her, however. One jumped on her back and clawed through her sweatshirt and tank top, slashing the skin underneath. Herzophia gritted her teeth from the pain, and, because the Shadow was still on her back, slammed herself down on top of the Heartless, crushing it to death. She continued to fight until one was left. As she turned to face it, a dark pool showed up underneath it, swallowing it. The pool continued to grow, and more were appearing. Herzophia got caught in one, and remembered how it would just take her to another glass disk. She dove into the darkness, rather than struggling as Sora had.
The next stained glass area had no people on it at all. It had many colors, and had a large heart on it. There was a door on the other end of the platform. She walked over to it and looked at- through?- it. She obviously couldn't open it, as when she attempted to touch it, her hand passed right through. She turned around, and a treasure chest appeared. She walked over to it and tapped it lightly, as Sora had in her game. The treasure chest opened, but it contained nothing. Behind her, a large crate appeared. She jogged over and destroyed it with her sword, revealing a potion that had been inside. She picked up the potion.
The border of the transluscent door became solid, and a barrel appeared next to her. She hit the barrel with her sword, and it went flying into the air. It seemed to hit an invisible barrier and broke apart. The door behind her became completely solid. She walked cautiously over to it, and stood back as it began to open. A blinding light came from behind the door, so she shielded her eyes and walked into it.
She was back home, at her favorite park. She began to feel overjoyed, and walked over to her best friend, Crystal, who was sitting in a swing. "Crystal! You're okay! You don't know how happy I am to-" But she was interrupted.
"What is most important to you?" The blonde-haired girl asked. Herzophia blinked, confused.
"But... I thought you knew? My friends are most important to me! How can you have forgotten, you are one of my friends!" She exclaimed.
"Is friendship such a big deal?" Crystal asked, not seeming to notice much more than the answer of 'my friends.'
Herzophia walked away from her friend. What was this? She noticed a boy standing over to the side. Chandresh, the boy she noticed, had been her friend since Kindergarten. She walked quickly over to him. "Chandresh, do you know what's wrong with-"
"What are you most afraid of?" The tan boy interrupted. What were all these questions?!
"Getting old, of course." Herzophia answered plainly. Now she remembered this part from her game.
"Is that really so scary?" Chandresh asked.
Herzophia looked around for the third person, who would ask what she wanted most out of life or something like that. She noticed a small, red-haired, freckle faced girl sitting on the end of the slide. She walked over and waited for the question. "What do you want out of life?" Dilwyn asked.
"To see rare sights." Herzophia asked with a sparkle in her eye. She had a feeling she would get to do that soon.
"To see rare sights, huh?" Dil stated.
The voice spoke. Of course. "You want friendship. You are afraid of getting old. You want to see rare sights. Your journey begins at dawn. As long as the sun is shining, your journey should be a pleasant one."
"Sounds good." Herzophia said loudly to the disembodied voice. She knew what was coming quickly... and she didn't like the idea...
The voice interrupted her thoughts. "The day the One opens the door is far off and very near." Searing white light filled the park. When the area darkened again, Herzophia stood on a red stained glass disk, with a picture of a woman in a purple gown holding a blood red rose to her chest. Around her were thorny green vines. A beam of light shone down a few yards in front of where Herzophia stood. She ran to the light and stopped.
The reason for her sudden halt was the fact that she was soon surrounded by many Heartless. She took out her sword and attacked the one closest to her. She killed about 5 this way, not getting hurt once yet. On her 6th Heartless, she attacked it, but was scratched from behind by a 7th. She leapt in the air at the one she was earlier pursuing, and got scratched badly on the face by an 8th. She whirled around and obliterated the 7th, slashed wildy through the 6th, got scratched on the arm by the 8th, and afterword impaled it.
Herzophia stood up, breathing heavily. A bright beam of light again shone down from above, showing her a green area. 'Save game point? Naah... this is real life...' Thought Herzophia dizzily. She walked tiredly over to the glowing green patch and stood on it. She looked at her arm, amazed as the bloody gouges from the Shadow disappeared. This may not be a save game point, but at least it still healed her. The beam of light moved across the stained glass from the glowing green spot, and illuminated a flight of stained glass stairs. Herzophia walked over to the stairs and made sure they were sturdy by stomping on the first one with her bare foot, making a slapping noise and causing her foot to be in pain and become red. Well... they were sturdy all right.
She climbed the colorful steps and walked off the last one onto a yellow stained glass platform. This time, it showed a beautiful brunette in a golden colored gown, with an ugly beast next to her. Another beam of light shone down from the darkness above. Herzophia walked closer to the light... this was what she hadn't been wanting to do.... she knew what would come from this part. As she stepped into the light, the mysterious disembodied voice spoke to her for what felt like the billionth time. "The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes." Herzophia turned around to watch her shadow rise from the ground, a look of horror on her face, her amber eyes filled with fear. 'I don't know if I can defeat this...' She thought as her shadow grew larger. "Don't be afraid." The voice said encouragingly. 'A bit late...' thought the silver-haired girl. "And don't forget..." It said as her shadow continued to grow in height. Herzophia backed up from the gigantic Heartless. It began not to look like her at all... she began to run backwards from the dark creature looming in front of her. She tripped, stood up again, turned around, and ran to the edge of the glass. "Oh..." She mumbled to herself. "That's right..." She turned around to face the Darkside. 'Don't forget what?' She thought.
The Darkside stood up in all its awful glory. It had to be over a hundred feet tall... Herzophia got out her sword, deciding this was no time to think about how tall her enemy was. Just slash at any part you can until either you kill it or it kills you. She ran forward, attacking the most obvious thing to attack –its hand. She followed it until it got too high for her to reach. The darkside slammed its humongous hand into the ground, creating a dark vortex thing, out of which several Shadows sprouted. Herzophia didn't care... she just hacked away at the hand that was embedded in the ground. Several Shadows slashed at her back and arms, until she had to get rid of them. She easily dispatched them, having grown stronger from all the hacking and slashing and killing she was doing. She turned around to face the Darkside again, to find it clutching the heart-shaped hole in its chest.
A ball of energy began to form in it, and Herzophia watched as it removed its hands from the hole... and began shooting at her. She screamed and ducked, running to the hand again, which was now close to the ground for a third time. She jumped in the air and landed on top of it and started jabbing her sword down into the hand.
The darkside started to fall. Herzophia was hurled off of its hand as it plunged it into the ground again. Then the other one. Soon, she was almost swimming in a pool of darkness. She almost went under, when the voice spoke again. "-but don't be afraid..." Her waist was under. "For he holds the mightiest weapon of all..." 'Who is 'he'?' She thought as her left arm went under. 'Sora..?' "So don't forget:" Now her head was the only thing above the dark pool. "He is the one... who will open the door..." And she was lost in darkness.
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A/N: And there is chapter 3 for ya! Tell you the truth, I wasn't as original as I hoped. You still like it though, right? ;) Well, please review. I'll try to get the 4th chapter out soon. See you then, and thanks to everyone who reviewed!