The Opera House

The gummi ship landed with a small crash behind the enormous statue as the fuel ran out. Sora, Donald and Goofy exited out the back as people walked out of the statue towards a ferry. They joined the party on the small boat. Most of the people had cameras, taking pictures of the snowy night. Sora walked up to one of the men. "Excuse me." Nothing. "Excuse me," he said with an angrier tone. The man looked down casually. "Where can we find rocket fuel?" The man looked at Sora for a minute.

"NASA."

"Where's that?" The man continued staring.

"You're one weird kid." He said before walking away. Sora gave the man a stern look while muttering.

"Jerk."

"You're not from around here are you?" Sora spun around to see a woman in a business suit.

"No, I'm from-" Sora looked at Donald and Goofy, who just shrugged. He looked around frantically, not finding anything to help. "the Destiny Islands." She seemed to think about it for a minute.

"Sounds tropical. Is it in the Bahamas?"

"Yeah, sure." Sora relaxed some, having learned you can't fully relax while being hunted by minions of darkness. "So, where can we get fuel around here?"

"There's a Valero a few blocks down from the pier." She pointed down the street as they pulled into the dock.

"Thanks." Sora motioned to Donald and Goofy, and they exited the boat. They got weird looks while walking down the street.

"Gawrsh, those people sure are lookin' at somethin' funny." Goofy said.

"They're looking at US funny!" Donald spun around to the giant behind him. Now everybody around stared at them, then continued along their way.

It turned out the gummi ship didn't like unleaded fuel, so they were stranded. With nothing else to do, they continued their walking. Eventuall, they ran across a large building with a group of people just as large outside. "Must be something really important." Sora stared at the group of higher-class civilians, wearing their elegant dresses and tuxedoes. He walked up to one of the wealthier looking men. "Excuse me, what's this for?" The man looked at Sora, something people seem to do a lot here.

"Why child, don't you read the paper? It's the opera." Donald and Goofy caught up to Sora at this time.

"No sir, I can't read." Sora lied.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can-" Sora slapped Donald on the back of the head, nevet looking away from the man. "-not." Donald finished.

"Yup. He's intolerant." Goofy added.

It's 'illiterate'!" Donald yelled at his partner. Sora looked at his friends for a second, then looked back at the man.

"And my friends are a few cards short of a deck, too." It was their turn at the door. The man at the door looked at them.

"How many?" The wealthy man thought for a second.

"Five. Me, my wife," he looked at Sora. "Our son, and his two friends." He handed his money to the doorman, who let them in. After thanking the man, Sora and company wandered around looking for a balcony seat. The lights dimmed as they finally found an empty seat. They sat down while the curtains opened.

It was beautiful. Goofy, however, was asleep before everybody even got on stage. About halfway through the opera, Sora realized something was wrong. The soloist's voice changed. Also, something about her seemed different. Her eyes. Sora took the binoculars from the man sleeping next to him. 'Apparently some people just come here to sleep.' Sora focused back. Her eyes fluctuated color in a fraction of a second, changing from brown to an emerald green. "Donald." He gave the binoculars to the duck and explained.

"It's nothing. The lights are just reflecting funny." He waved it off, giving Sora the binoculars.

"I just know something's wrong here." Sora spent the next few minutes watching the singer until her eyes began to glow faintly. She stopped to breathe, but instead mouthed 'It's time.' Sora jumped on Donald and Goofy, knocking them to the balcony floor.

"What are you doing!" Donald shouted.

"Is it over already?" Goofy muttered, waking up. Sora was about to explain when there was an eruption of fire overhead. Donald pulled out his staff.

"Reflect!" he shouted as transparent orange bubbles appeared around the trio. Sora pulled himself up. It was horrific. People were on fire everywhere, with the singer continuing her tune, which suddenly became haunting with it's new surroundings. Sora, Donald, and Goofy leapt from the balcony, landing in the aisle. Sora pulled out the Keyblade handle and dug through his pocket as they ran towards the stage.

"Diamond Dust!" There was an icy chill as the Keyblade transformed into the frozen weapon. Flames licked their shields as they ran past flaming seats and spectators, ceiling support beams falling around them. There was a crash as a balcony collapsed behind them. Goofy held his shield over his head, deflecting small debris as it fell. The woman was still singing when they got on the stage, "Stop right there." Sora rose the Keyblade to a battle position. The haunting music stopped. "Who are you?" Sora demanded. The woman turned to the trio.

"Melissa Pierce." Her voice changed back to it's original vocals.

"Wrong." Sora changed to a charging stance. "Melissa didn't do this. You noticeably changed." Her smile was cold enough to freeze blood.

"You are wise, Keyblade Master. Not many other people would have noticed." She began to change physically, her body becoming a warm, gloopy mass, which sank to the floor. It began to rise again, first in the shape of a torso, which flowed down elegantly into a dress. Arms grew out, ending in large hands with razor-sharp nails. Finally, her head began to form, large, spiked hair, growing out the top like she used glue for hair gel. Her glowing green eyes stood out against her pale skin. Her dress was torn in multiple places. Legs had never materialized, instead the body ended with a large tail-like appendage. "I," she bellowed as she rose from the ground. "Am Eve."