Remnants of The Wielders

The figure turned it's head toward her and stood up on the ledge. "It's been....so long. You're...like me." it's voice was of a young girl.

 

Sharumix took a step closer. "...Xion?" she asked. Here was another person from Sora's past that shouldn't exist anymore. Was she hallucinating? Or maybe... Was she in an alternate world like Roxas's Twilight Town? Or was there a simple reason for their existence that she was just missing? Oh well. Either way, it couldn't hurt to talk. "Yes," she said. "I'm like you. A puppet." Still on her guard, Sharumix didn't sit down, but she at least lowered her keyblade.

 

Xion seemed to shudder and bowed her head, "He said...I was a failure. But I don't understand...I did what they wanted. Though I refused to hurt my friend. Was that it? Was it because I wasn't strong enough to defeat Roxas? Is he...angry with me?" Xion took a step out onto open air...

 

Sharumix gasped as her memories of that fateful day replayed itself. The day that Xion, in an attempt to complete her purpose, turned into Sora and tried to steal his memories from Roxas. It had happened a lot like this. Something was different, though. Xion seemed... damaged, somehow. like there was something wrong with her. Heh. You're not one to talk, Sharumix. She thought to herself. If any puppet is broken around here, you're it. "Xion, what's wrong?"

 

Orias made a dark corridor and went back to where Xenree was. "Hey Xenree," he said. He looked a belle. "Thanks for taking care of my friend" he said.

 

Belle smiled, "It's no problem." Xenree sighed and sat up, "Y'know, Beast could've gone a little easier on me. I'm just a girl....trying to steal his soul...yeah...okay."

Xion stepped on a clear force and kept walking. "Wrong...? Everything is wrong. I shouldn't be here...I shouldn't have been created."

 

Sharumix shifted her weight nervously. "Oh... Yeah." She didn't quite know how to respond to that. "Well, I don't think I should have been created either. It's nice to have somebody understand, I guess." She was getting nervous. If Xion was reliving her last day, what did that mean for her, Sharumix? Technically, she had some of those memories that Xion needeed to complete her purpose.

OOC: Man, I don't know what to post! XP

 

Xion glitched severely and held her head in her hands, "Ooooh...you're right...something is very wrong. Parts of Sora's memory is being leeched away and not by you or me or his descendent. Someone is stealing his memories....our memories...my...memories." She turned on her heel and faced Sharumix, "Crowley... This is him." Her body and face morphed into Crowley's sneer staring back at Sharumix. "Well...only one thing to do." his right arm twisted into Xion's final forms' arm, holding a blade.

 

"Oh, great. Here we go." Sharumix held her keyblade up in defense and faced Crowley/Xion's final form. Let's see, How did Roxas defeat her the last time? She thought. Alright, I gotta be ready for some serious attacks here.

 

Orias could sense that something was wrong. "Xenree, we need to go back to Twilight town. I have a feeling Shamurix is in trouble."

 

Xenree closed her eyes, "Sharumix...in Twilight Town?" A spark of pain lanced through her head, "Ah...Xion! Orias...you go, I'll be fine here. I'm not well enough to go yet."

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"Behold and beware. The power of Sora's heart and memories!" Crowley grew a pair of wings and dove down at Sharumix, "You cannot escape."

 

There was no way Sharumix would be able to deflect a blow of that momentum. She jumped out of the way and then swung her keyblade at the Final Form's head.

 

Crowley/Xion took the hit as it moved slower than the real Xion Final Form 1. A few electrical sparks jumped off it as it swung it's large sword at Sharumix. "Are you [bzzzzt] ready Roxas?"

 

Sharumix blocked the attack, but the force of the hit sent her flying backwards. She regained her balance and tried to reason with the Final Form. "Xion, I'm not Roxas!" She said. She didn't expect it to work, but it was worth a shot.

 

Orias threw a strike Raid at Xion/Crowely. "Leave my friends alone!" he said as he caught the keyblade.

 

Xion/Crowley Final Form 1 jerked backwards to avoid the Strike Raid. "This isn't your fight!" It's voice sounded exactly like Xion's. Xion/Crowley rose into the air on it's wings, "Prepare yourself!"

 

"Oh boy, here it comes!" Sharumix held her keyblade up in defense and yelled to Orias "Thanks for coming! Got any ideas on how to deal with this?" She gestured to Xion/Crowley.

OOC: I seriously don't know what to post right now. And I'm really busy this week, so I can only snatch the computer for minutes at a time. XP

 

Orias looked at the thing. "It is now." he said. He turned to Shamurix. "No problem."

 

Xion/Crowley Final Form 1 dove, sword extended toward Sharumix. It spun and curved around her at the last moment and added a magic boost to her nosedive and headed directly for Orias.

 

Sharumix had been ready for the attack, but was startled as Xion/Crowley spun around her. She was headed straight for Orias. "Orias, look out!" she yelled as she ran after the Final Form. "Okay," she muttered to herself. "How do I stop this?"