Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, etc. Nothing referenced, mentioned, based upon, or whatever is mine.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews-they please me immensely. Take note that there's a lot of references to random stuff in here-the end has a reference to The Demonata by Darren Shan. It's my favorite book series-it's a great horror series. If you've read it, you'll probably catch the reference. By the way, I'm twisting Alice in Wonderland and Alice Human Sacrifice (Vocaloid) in this, simply because the idea struck me and I couldn't resist putting it here. Again, it'll make more sense as it goes on. I hope someone catches all the references.
As rumors of the Phoenix spread, the people naturally assumed that the Sky would protect them from the looming threat. He always had-for example, the Flower Girl's healing rain. The Flower Girl-as she was now know, for even before the Selenic struck, her name was long forgotten-brought down a torrential squall-speaking of Squalls…oh, never mind-upon the World, curing the disease that once scarred the Planet. But as we all know, rain can only be summoned with the assistance of the Sky…we would be gone before the Heartless and Nobodies even began if the Flower Girl and the Sky hadn't brought their healing rain. According to the people, the Sky would save them.
But he didn't.
He couldn't save them.
Unjust guilt haunted the Sky.
Over many long years, humans had become foolish. The Sky would save them from nearly anything-key word: Would.
But he didn't.
He couldn't save them.
The Sky wanted to-he was fond of humans for reasons other Gods couldn't comprehend. But he simply couldn't. Heartcaptured, lost in supposedly eternal Shadows, there was nothing he could do. Other Gods chastised him-he was foolish, hiding humans from punishment they deserve.
The humans didn't notice anything wrong. The Phoenix still flickered above-monochrome feathers twirled, dissolving into ash before they reached the ground; smoke danced into trails of oblivion, leaving abyssal streaks of Shadows along roads-but no one noticed. The Sky seemed fine in their weak eyes-for a damaged Heart had taken the Sky's role, supporting the cloudy abundance above. A broken Heart-just strong enough to prevent the Sky from collapsing into the Ground-managed to shield the World well enough for a while.
But he couldn't save them either.
He tried; he really did.
But the Phoenix's flames blossomed from the empyreal Heavens; which rose even farther up than the Sky itself and where the Sun graced the Earth with cascading branches of Light and where even the tallest, deepest, thickest ascents of Shadow couldn't pierce.
The Shadows, the Nobodies cheered in a display of remembrance of Emotions-the images of chaos and fire and oblivion danced along the edge of their weak consciousness.
The inferno unfolded and the beings of Nothingness were entranced by the beauty-the beauty of Light, which they had only seen when they were still Somebodies…though their beloved Darkness poured out in the form of black suffocation.
The sounds of screaming, weeping, screeching were harmonious, musical, mellow to them.
The Phoenix's purgatory inferno prospered.
A giggle. A grin. A thump and the groan of shifting wood. Murmured words and stifled laughter. "Quiet, Shiro." Her eyes with bright with childish amusement, her back pressed against the wall. The rabbit in her arms shifted, squirming in an attempt to escape. And naturally, it did.
"Hey!" The rabbit darted away from her, somehow managing to dash along the wood, despite the slippery surface. She skittered in a futile attempt to follow him.
They went through a quick chase, with eventually led them outside…
…and she suddenly found herself falling.
Screams in the dark.