Ello folks! Arana here! And I am back with more Deltashift!

. . . I literally have nothing to say right now. Still, enjoy the story!

(Asriel speaking)

"*C'ara speaking"

"Frisk speaking to the ghosts via thought"

Chapter 2

Flying to the ceremony proved to be a little challenging, as Frisk realized, joining with the mass of Bright Souls. For one, she had to steady herself while constantly reaching out to make sure no one came to close to her wings, as it could possibly hurt her and cause her to fall. More than once did she brush against another's conscious, deterring them from a would be crash before they even got close to her wings. Although, she realized that no one seemed to be too surprised from this, as she too felt other conscious-es brushing against her own before quickly correcting their paths.

Another problem she has was the fact that bugs seemed to be flying into her face a lot, and she realized that she may had forgotten a pair of goggles back at her "nest" that was usually used to flying, based on her unawake self's memories. Inwardly sighing, she pressed on.

"*Why the heck do all the Bright Souls live so high in the air?" C'ara said after some time, swiftly flying behind Frisk. "*And why does everyone have the ability to sense others?! I swear many of them realize that I'm with you!"

"C'ara, calm down," Frisk said, frowning as a coliseum came into view from between the mass of folk around her.

Frisk realized that she couldn't go through the normal entrance that everyone else was flying through. No, she was expected at the Royal Entrance, where people of high standing entered, either to speak or to get good seats was little mystery. Plus, her "adoptive" (apparently her parents were a mystery to everyone) father was expecting her there.

However, after searching through her memories about this man, Frisk discovered that she disliked him. For one, he was controlling, and now Frisk realized why she had so many dresses and skirts and very little pants or shorts. Heck, she only had managed to sneak this outfit into her closet through a friend of hers, apparently.

Feeling a pit of dread in her stomach, Frisk broke off from the main body of Bright Souls, following some other higher standing folk to the Royal Entrance. Seeing that most of the women were wearing gowns, the pit of dread grew. But, she was determined not to let this frighten her, since she had to go to Mount Ebbot today or else her "adoptive" father would send someone else in her stead, and then she knew war would come to humans and monsters once more.

She was determined to not let this man cancel her flight.

"C'ara, I have an idea," Frisk said with a smile, a sly, mischievous smile. "When my 'adoptive' father confronts me about my outfit, become visible kay?"

"*Oooh, scaring him are we?" C'ara chuckled, her chains clinking and rattling. "*It's been awhile since I've done that!"

Frisk landed in the Royal Entrance, getting odd stares from the higher standing Bright Souls around her, especially from the women. However, two younger Bright Souls, two friends of her unawake self's childhood, rushed over to her.

"Frisk!" Tear cried, flapping her left arm in greeting as her sleeve flapped in the breeze. In her other arm was a bundle of wrapped cloth. The Light Blue Bright Soul rushed over to her. Like Frisk, she was wearing shorts, but with her it was because she was a rebel among the Bright Souls than comfort and habit. "It's going to be so lonely here without you!"

Behind her, an Orange Bright Soul bounded up, a belt of pouches resting on his arm. "We managed to get you some gifts!" Jackson said with a smile. He handed Frisk the belt of pouches. "I made this since your pockets have very little room, despite the fact that they are magically bigger."

Tear unwrapped her bundle, revealing a pair of goggles. "And I'm giving you these!" she said with a smile.

"Your special goggles?" Frisk said, skillfully bringing surprise into her voice at the gift Tear was offering her. Judging from her memories, the goggles were a gift to the younger Bright Soul from her brother, who was the last Bright Soul to leave for Mount Ebbot. "But your brother gave these to you…"

"I want you to have them!" Tear said, her bright smile drooping for a moment before returning to its beaming point. "After all, Thomas would want it!"

Frisk slowly nodded, accepting both of the gifts and putting them on. Although she didn't put the goggles over her eyes yet, she still had them resting on her forehead. "I can't believe I got picked to be the last Bright Soul to leave for the monster kingdom…" she said after a moment. "I'm the tie breaker it seems. If I fail and die, monsters will go to war with humans. But if I manage to get the Queens to listen to me, I may stop them and bring peace."

"Maybe you can even free them without the war?" Tear asked in a thoughtful manner.

"The only way the Barrier can be broken is if Frisk gives her soul up," Jackson sighed. "We've lost the original counterspell to the Barrier a long time ago. Or we purposely lost it…"

"Frisk!" boomed a deep voice.

"Oh shoot, Rogan's calling me!" Frisk groaned, inwardly smiling at what was to come.

"You better hurry," Jackson coughed. "Else he might not let you go!"

Thanking the two Bright Souls, Frisk, with C'ara trailing her, rushed to where the voice had boomed, soon seeing the tall figure of High Wing Rogan, her "adoptive" father. He was imposing, yes, but Frisk had seen far more intimidating foes in her AU hopping. Still, by now she had noticed that some of the Bright Souls around her were having slight DEJA VU moments, staring at her as if they were surprised to see her or something. Frisk noted this, as it was a clear sign that there had been Resets before she had appeared. But, like always, Frisk could not access the memories of her unawake self that would tell her what kind of runs they did.

Bounding up to the tall man, whose wings were, like her's, red, although they were bordering magenta, symbolizing why he was a High Wing, which was apparently the term for a leader of the Bright Souls. With dark hair and ruby eyes, he seemed to look evil-ish. His long, dark purple robes flowed down to his feet, and the crest of the Bright Souls; six Bright Souls, each of the main six colors of souls, surrounding a red Bright Soul; lay on his chest.

For a moment, the tall man studied Frisk, obviously surprised at how calm and collected she was in front of him. If her memories were true, the unawake Frisk would be rather nervous in front of her "adoptive" father, maybe even scared if he was angry. But Frisk herself wasn't nervous at all, no, because she had to make it to Mount Ebbot, in order to both stop the war between monsters and humans, as well as free the monsters with the help of the monster prince… or princess if this AU was a -shift or -swap version.

"You're wearing that to Mount Ebbot?" Rogan growled.

"Do you truly expect me to traverse the Underground in a long skirt, which I trip on frequently?" Frisk countered. With a slight smile, she added, "I am going to be climbing about, and a skirt would just get ripped and destroyed. Shorts seemed to be the best answer for this adventure."

This answer seemed to have Rogan taken aback for a moment, obviously surprised at her calm voice. "I guess you are right with that, but why the goggles and belt pouches?" he asked, leaning down to be face to face with Frisk, proud, red eyes meeting and holding calm, hazel eyes. "You do not really need these accessories to go to the Queens, do you?"

"They are gifts from Tear and Jackson for the trip," Frisk answered. "How could I possibly turn them down? Besides, the goggles will most likely keep dust and stuff out of my eyes, while the pouches will help with carrying things."

"Yes, but you cannot go in these ridiculous accessories," Rogan growled, moving his hand to grab the goggles.

"*Touch her and you will have a bad time, Rogan." C'ara growled, appearing behind Frisk and glaring down at the man. "*I doubt you wish to anger me, since I am a spirit guide, Frisk's spirit guide."

Startled, Rogan jumped back, and many Bright Souls around Frisk also seemed to be surprised. C'ara had appeared quickly, as if by reflex, and had her ghostly Real Knife in her hand.

C'ara's ghost tail shifted into legs as she stood next to Frisk, her height shorter than her living companion. She was still but a child in her ghostly form, as they had had no luck in finding anything to allow her to change her form besides her chained cuffs, which jingled and clinked as she moved. She smiled her creepy smile, tilting her head to the side, at Rogan. Although C'ara did not say anything, and she looked rather innocent, she was giving off a dark, yet caring, aura.

Rogan stared at the ghost child, obviously unsure on what to do. His brain most likely told him to ignore C'ara, maybe thinking that she was just an illusion that Frisk was creating, but his heart most likely was remembering stories involving spirit guides. They said everyone had one, sometimes a person had two or more, that lead them through life and protected them. However, it was difficult for one to take a form that all could see.

Slowly, he sighed, then started mumbling apologies, rushing towards the stage.

Smiling, C'ara disappeared from the sight of everyone but Frisk, confusing most at her odd appearance. Then, Frisk walked to the stage herself, as her goodbye ceremony was to start in a few moments.