A/N: This chapter is a little longer than the rest, not because of favoritism, but because of the certain quality that this character had. This chapter introduces Dawn's Final Warrior: Kiya by Emmausgirl94
(World: Radiant Garden)
The world's people were milling about as they usually do. Peace was something of a common thing here. There's a small gust of wind as a girl with long brown hair speeds by, her ponytail bouncing with each step, her jade green eyes scanning every person that she passes by. Finally she stops in front of a building that looked as if no one had lived there for years, but the girl knew better. She fixed her black sleeveless shirt and patted her cameo cargo shorts to make sure she had everything she needed. With a confident huff, she barged right in and called out in a demanding voice, "MERLIN!"
"Oh, uh, err, w-why yes young lady?" Said an old man clad in blue clothes, he stroked his long white beard and adjusted his large pointy blue hat.
"What the hell is this? You sold me a defective set of potions!"
"D-d-defective? Oh, my dear, I can assure you that there is nothing wrong with these." The man named Merlin said. He fixed his glasses and grabbed one of the potions the girl had placed on the table. He sniffed it once before downing the bottles contents. He let out a small burp and patted his stomach with confidence. "You see lass! Nothing wrong whatsoever." He said. He let out a hiccup and watched as his skin began to turn from his normal pale color to a dark green color. "O-oh my! This is quite the problem!"
"Ya think? Do you know how embarrassing it is to fight stray monster in the city outskirts when you're GREEN?" The girl cried out. "They were practically laughing at me! If monsters could laugh that is..." she said. The girl and Merlin argued for a while before Merlin had conformed and had repaid the girl her 200 munny. She bid him goodbye and promptly exited his home when suddenly…
*CRASH*
The girl hit the ground in such a way that no one could resist bursting into laughter, if anyone had been there to witness the fall that is. "Son of a…who threw that?" the girl cried out in frustration. She looked for the object that had crashed into her forehead when she spied a light gray stone. She picked it up and turned it over in her delicate but strong hands. The stones surface had an intricate design carved into it, and on the back the word "Competitor" had been written in fancy writing. "A Competitor…What for?" She questioned. Without warning, a light gray light shined down on the girl before whisking her away.