Chapter 2 Cure Passion
I had felt a cold shock run through my body when I died. That was the last sensation I remember feeling; the last sensation I would ever feel as Eas.
I had not known what to expect after I died. Well, I kind of did; I had expected nothing. Which, I suppose is a good thing, because I got more than I expected. They say that those who expect nothing are never disappointed. And whoever said that was right, because I was not disappointed.
I was terrified.
And confused. And jubilant. And depressed. And furious. I was all those things, but I was also one other thing. I was a Precure. I was Cure Passion.
I was no longer the girl who served Lord Moebius; I was the girl who fought him. I no longer wore black on red, I wore red on black. My hair was a luscious texture and a gorgeous pink. I wore a head piece made of two hearts, and a pin shaped like a four leaf clover. By every definition of the word, I was beautiful. I was beautiful and I hated it.
I...I can't be a Precure! I can't! That is not who I am! I was born in Labryinth, and I had been expected to die in Labryinth. At least Eas expected me to die in Labryinth. Oh man, listen to me; I'm referring to myself in the third person!
"Setsuna!" Love squealed in delight when she saw me. "You...you're..."
"Amazing!" Buki said.
"Perfect!" said Miki.
"You're the fourth Precure; you were chosen by Akarun!" said Tart.
Chosen. Chosen by whom? An enchanted object? Because let me tell you, this is not what I had chosen.
"Eas!"
I feel immense relief upon hearing the name assigned to me at birth. For a moment, just a moment, I dare to hope. I dare to hope that this is a dream, I am naive enough to believe that I am about to woken up. That is until I see Westar and Soular. My comrades are looking at me in shock, wonder, and awe. It was then that I realize that I am not dreaming.
"She's a Precure," Soular told Westar. There is not any emotion attached to his voice, but then again there never is. Westar, on the other hand, looks beyond confused. He is gawking at me like a traitor, but his eyes are staring at me like a friend in need.
"This...this..." Suddenly, he laughs. His features soften and he looks more relaxed. He approaches me with a smile.
"I know what this is. This is probably a glitch in the program. Don't worry Eas, we'll get this sorted out with Lord Moebius and you'll be back to normal."
The second I hear the mention of Moebius' name, I feel a surge of fury flare up In my soul. I do not what to go to Moebius. He wanted me dead after all.
"No."
I swat Westar's hand away. Westar looks shocked again.
"Eas..."
"Don't call me that. Call me Cure Passion."