Her Journey Part 1

[Agrias Oaks]

"F-False...!" Agrias gasped and coughed as the flames rose up and nearly engulfed her whole. She stepped back until the edge of her sole met the corners of the crumbling tower. She looked about for some sort of aid, but found none that could assist. She glanced at the arrows, and the rope, but they had been burned by the living flames as well!

"Ack! Hot hot!" She continued, a bit of her cloth catching fire, and having to put it out. She needed to think of something quick, but what could she do...?! She looked down toward the surface, and saw everyone busy with their own things. She could not ask for their assistance... she was alone up there... and down there was only water... water!

Agrias' eyes widened, she had completely forgotten about the moat bellow. The floor under her began to cave in, she was too heavy with the armor now!

"CLASS CHANGE!" She was able to shout, a bright light consuming her... and then the tower gave in, and began to crumble, "N-NOVICE!" -- She shouted, in mid air-- falling like the rubble around her. Pieces of wood and rock bumping into her, as she plummeted into the water bellow... She might have fallen into the waters, but things continued to fall down...heavy things.

She continued to move about in the novice state bellow water, some of the stones and chunks of debris forming vacuums that only pushed her further down. She twirled and moved to the best of her abilities, but with every attempt, she fell further deep into the watery darkness... until she was out of sight.

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....Beatrix...

It was a singular thought that came to mind... to be able to see her again, but she wasn't strong enough to do so like this. Agrias was unable to see, but she felt herself pinned under some rubble, with only her right arm free-- the other broken under rocks. Her legs were jammed between heavy woods and some melted metals and golds.

burble...burblub.....blugrglurb.... -- there went bit of her air, trying to struggle free... what a troublesome girl she was-- was this really the same woman that slew a herd of dragons in the past? The legendary knight?

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... It was peaceful down there... unable to hear anything... only feeling the water currents against her skin... the debris holding her down like a heavy blanket...

"No time to sleep, my son! Many-a-work to be done still!"

'bullocks...' she felt like saying, trying a bit more of a struggle until a bit of the rubble moved. The novice blinked and looked down to it, perhaps she could get out of this yet!

"A knight must broaden his horizons, boy! Think not only as a single fighter, but as many!"

'Class Change...!' she would call out in thought, 'Knight!'

She was wrapped with a warm light, and soon she grew heavier as armor wrapped around her limbs and torso. With sword in left hand, she proceeded to attack the rubble.

'Head break! Shield break! Weapon Break!' All attacks usually done to helms, shields and weapons-- but if thought of it logically, the rocks tend to make some sort of weapon or armor... rocks are the materials used. Soon, Agrias would find herself free from the hold, only held down by the armor.

bleurbrlb... ! -- there went the last of her air!

'C-class change... novice...!' she would think, it was getting harder to focus. She would grow light again, and able to swim up now... but she was growing tired, and without air, and only a working arm... it was becoming difficult.

Agrias grew slower, and soon would stop and was unable to hold it anymore. She breathed in water, and twitched a bit, unable to continue. Her eyes began to close, and she began to slowly descent again...

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... she was failing.

... everyone... forgive....m.....

[Secondary Characters]

The sound of a splash would be distant... like hearing the sound played a million miles away...

But the feeling of a hand wrapped around Agrias' wrist would be all too real. Upward she'd travel, like a soul being pulled along by an angel toward the heavens, and just when she would feel ready to accept her eternal reward, her head would break the water's surface, and air would be hers to breathe again.

A soggy mess of red fur was next to her, pulling her along as flame fell about them, and still more debris splashed into the water. They were amidst the cattails long before it would stop, and in the shade of a tree just offshore while the towers burned down.

Voices. Again, they felt dulled and far away, but these were at least familiar. Robin Hood was saying something to Little John... and then there'd be air forced into her lungs, followed but a harsh pressure on the woman's torso...

A few more moments of this... and we'll see what she senses next...

[luna]

Luna stared at the stoned ground after hearing the masked figure speak. She looked up to the tower now ablaze, and caught a glimpse of a scared lion as he fled the scene. Shortly afterward she smiled a bit as she saw the blonde haired woman fall toward the moat. Alot was happening and here she was broken and bruised in the courtyard while the new comer head taken the lead by Robin's side.

Luna shook her head back and forth and looked up at the Masked man. "i couldn't do anything" she thought to herself "I couldn't even stop a beast or help Robin, but the girl ..." she bared her teeth "that girl just came in and.........and......." Luna's face took on a darker look

" Darkness.............. Power.................. Fear.................." she thought

"Give it to me." she told the masked man

[Acteur de la Noir]

The masked performer drew in a breath at the vixen's profound declaration--a sibilant hiss of air whistling through the crescent-smile rift in that porcelain countenance. "Ah...t'is a thing most profound," the mysterious figure intoned, "when a child of the Light seeks out the darkness--when they turn their back on their birthright in favor of that road lest taken."

The eccentric figure of Victorian theatricality began to pace, the tattered hem of his sable cape gliding along the ground like a serpent's shadow as he circled Luna. A scarecrow's set of fingers leapt to that narrow chin, stroking it thoughtfully as a note of philosophical musing entered the stranger's elegant voice. "For some, it is the promise of power--the allure of wielding the primal energies of the night, standing at the head of its secret armies. For others, t'is for forbidden knowledge that they take the plunge, eager to delve into the mysteries that have been lost to time. And for others still, it is their final, desperate option when all other paths have failed them." A pause, and the stranger stopped in front of Luna, those eerie yellow eyes finding hers. "So many reasons, all leading to a similar end. Now, come...let Acteur de la Noir be your guide..."

And with those words, Acteur' drew his right hand back, gloved fingers straightening to form a shape akin to a wide spearpoint. A nocturnal force gathered around his palm, dusky blackness tinged with penumbral purple that swirled around his hand with an otherworldly hiss. And then, without warning, the hand shot forward like a striking serpent, plunging deep into Luna's chest!

But no pain. No implosion of flesh and bone, no spray of arterial crimson. For the Phantom Puppeteer's hand had become ghostly and insubstantial, transfigured by the swirling darkness into an astral presence that entered Luna's body like smoke passing through the trees. Ah, but the sudden, rushing chill that would engulf Luna! It was like a winter's chill in the dead of midnight, an icy torrent that sent an otherworldly numbeness spreading throughout her body. And then, in its wake, a deep, profound torpor...a sense of beguiling slumber that began to flood every cell of her being, promising a sweet release if she would only let go.

And, as though from a great distance, the voice of Acteur de la Noir, haunting and elegant as it filled her ears, as those spooky and otherworldly eyes seemed to fill the blackness that was creeping along the edges of Lun's vision. "Shh...don't fight it, ranger...open your Heart to the Darkness..."

[luna]

Luna strained at the oncoming power that was floored into her, she clinched her teeth and tried to grasp at it as tho it was being put there for her. She wanted this, she wanted the power that was being placed with in her , but she couldn't gather it, she couldn't grasp it. The darkness itself ripped through her like a hot knife, tearing at every nerve she could feel, "aaahhhhhhAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she felt like she was being ripped apart.

"Shh...don't fight it, ranger...open your Heart to the Darkness..." the figure told her

Luna brought her eyes to look up into his eyes as she felt like she heard it from a dream. "Let ......go........." she whispered between desperate attempts at breaths. To lose control was a fear of Luna's but to do so wasn't easy, even for what was promised to her. Luna could feel her insides turning on her and a great pain in her chest as she thought her heart was going to explode."Let ......go......" she thought "Just ...... let ..... go......." she pushed her self.

As soon as she started to just let what was happening just happen, she felt an ease to her pain. As a matter of fact the pain was completely going away. and being replaced. The darkness stated to overwhelm her, so much so that it brought her to her hands and knees, not moments before she yelled out in pain, and now she let out a soft moan of pleasure "MMMMMMMmmmmm" she let out with a sharp intake of air afterward.

The wind around Luna began to spin around her, as a bit of darkness lashed out, and returned to her. She dug her claws into the ground in front of her as the darkness engulfed itself in her, her brown fur, gathered black tips, looking as tho it was frosted with black paint, her tail flicked back and forth violently before it spit into three each with a red ring near the end of there black tips. Luna arced her back as she let out a long breath before taking in a slow one, as she started to get to her feet.

Once on her feet again, she stood and smiled at Acteur de la Noir. Her tunic had changed color to reflect the darkness within, and on her left should and on the right side of her waist stood the Heartless symbol. Luna looked down to her Hands as she open and closed them a couple time. She saw passed and noticed her bow on the ground next to her. She leaned down to pick it up, and when her hand touched it, it changed, taking in some of the dark energy she now possessed. The form of the bow twisted and darkned as she lifted it up with her left hand. When it was done she had a strong and deadly looking bow, with a Heartless symbol at both ends, but she looked puzzely at it , for it had no string.

She looked over to Acteur de la Noir and her simple nodded to her. and with that she looked up to the burning tower, and took aim with her bow. She lifted her other hand and started to pull at where the string would be, and as if by magic a thick black cord appear connected to both tips of the bow. Luna smiled as she pulled back farther, and as if to add to her amusement, a long, thick , black arrow appeared as she was pulling. When she could pull no further, the arrow seamed to begin radiating energy. She almost Laughed as she let the arrow fly, Mid way through flight the arrow burst with energy and speed as it nearly took off the whole roof of the burning tower.

Luna turned to Acteur de la Noir with a huge smile on her still blushing face. "So now what?" She asked she was still taking in deep breaths. For now the Guardian Fox, had turned into a very alluring Dark Vixen.

[Ellin Destroix]

The moment she was certain of their destination is when she held both their hands, and opened a corridor that engulfed the three... sending them through a universe of shadow, before their sights became clear, and were in a forest opening. Ellin glanced to Beatrix and Abigail before pointing to a specific location.

"We are here, Ladies." the knight spoke quietly, seeming a bit off after using the corridor. Her eyes were glowing a soft lavender and her breathing was controlled, though forced. Her aura seemed noticeable on how... strengthened she had suddenly become. Could it be the darkness around them that amplified her dark Mana?

"Miss Abigail..." she began, looking to the mage with a serious look, "...Please keep the cloak on for your safety... It will keep you and your abilities safe from being infected... you too, Miss Beatrix... there is... much darkness here."

[Abigail Crescentlight]

Being pulled through darkness was... not the most pleasant experience for a white mage. Sure, she'd done it before a few times, but it was never fun. Even with the coat, it was a minor relief from such an overwhelming myriad of chaos and terror. So, when her feet met terra firma once more, she let out a little sigh and clutched at the cloth a bit. She smiled to Ellin, then blinked a bit.

"Wow..." she whispered, seeing the enhancing power the darkness had on the woman's aura. She blushed a bit, seeing a much more "in charge" Ellin for a moment before looking over to see Agrias laying nearby with a group of... well... animal-people.

"Agrias!" Abigail called out, then ran over to the woman, ignoring the others as she slid into a kneeling position next to the woman. "Oh my!" she whispered, then hurriedly began to check on the woman. Pulse was alright, if weak. There was a lot of water in Agrias' lungs which had to come out if she was to breathe correctly.

"Olly-oop..." Abigail whispered as she rolled Agrias onto her side, because keeping her on her back for this spell would probably be counter-productive. Once she was in a position where the water wouldn't collect in her mouth, Abigail closed her eyes and held her hands up, casting a healing spell on the woman. Hopefully, this would force the water out of her lungs, from which point it'd be up to her to let it spill out. This spell would also handle minor wounds gained from the falling debris in the water.

Abigail took a breath, opening her eyes to see what effect her spell had...

[Secondary Characters]

Robin was trying to help the girl as another stranger came running up. He barely had time to react when suddenly she was knealing among them, checking on the fallen warrior. "Wait now! Who are you? What are you doing here?" he tried to ask, but then suddenly the girl was turning Agrias over!

"Hey, now!" Robin said, looking over to Little John for assistance. The big bear would grumble and go to move the mage when suddenly she began to glow with the casting of a spell! The two backed off, not knowing what to expect, but when Abigail stopped, they noticed that it was having a beneficial effect on Agrias.

"What is going on here...?" Little John muttered, scratching his head.

"Don't you know white magic when you see it?" rasped Friar Tuck not too far off from them. "This young lady must be a healer!" he surmised, then smiled to Abigail, filling in all the gaps she had failed to fill in for them.

"Well, that's top-notch..." Robin said, smiling a bit and looking around. "I think that about covers everything... where is Luna, by the way?"

Little John looked around, swiftly growing concerned. "I lost track of her when the wall fell on me. Friar Tuck pulled me out... didn't you see her?"

Friar Tuck would hold his hands up with a shrug. "I thought she got out on her own!" he defended, then looked back toward the burning castle. "What if she's still in there...?"

[Acteur de la Noir]

Acteur watched as the Darkness washed over this vixen ranger, flooding the very core of her being with its umbral power. As said ranger finally gave in and surrendered to the Darkness, the sound that erupted from her throat a sweet and primordial thing that spoke of the witching hour--and all the forbidden possibilities native to that moment in time. As the Darkness spread from the newly-formed void that once held her Heart, rippling and spreading across her body like an oil slick in hitherto-untouched waters. As it changed her chestnut pelt into that rich sable, and transformed her single tail into a trio of black banners rimmed with scarlet. And finally, as she took hold of her bow and unleashed her newfound power, loosing an arrow of pure shadow to punch into the tower of her oppressor.

On one hand, the Phantom Puppeteer felt a surge of dark triumph as he watched that dark-clad ranger turn to face him. After all, any Philistine could overwhelm a hapless soul and rip away their Heart, turning them into a mindless Shadow. But to be able to find a wayward soul, perched of their own accord on the brink between Light and Dark? To artfully seduce them (figuratively) to the Darkness, eschewing force in favor of speechcraft, guile, and the devil's deal? To convince them to take that final step of their own accord, thus producing a Heartless who was a dark reincarnation of their former self? That, good sir, was the hallmark of a true master! And where had he succeeded, if not here? Were it not for her--that delightfully complex and beautiful musician--Acteur felt that he might have well become taken by his own "creation."

And yet, on the other hand, the Heartless performer also felt...conflicted. Why, perchance, am I doing this?

An absurd question, surely--to bolster the ranks of the Heartless with powerful (and colorful) allies. To break down the haughty and domineering fools who thought themselves infallible, forcing their true character out into the open for all to behold. To humble the Light, and those misguided wretches who were so quick to claim it the only acceptable path. To ensure a future in which the nocturnal magnificence of the Darkness could finally take its rightful place. And, of course, to do all of the above with the sort of artful splendor that only a master performer such as he, Acteur de la Noir, could provide. All in the service of the Savior of the Heartless, the Grand Maestro, the Darkness Incarnate--Atticus the Fallen, he who would usher in the future for the Heartless.

Ah, that inner voice persisted, but what sort of future, perchance? Dost there truly be a place for the twilight in Atticus' kingdom of eternal night? A place for her?

Once, the notion would ne'er have been a bother to Acteur de la Noir, Phantom Puppeteer and manipulator extraordinaire. Now, however, it gave him pause. He had seen it, after all--a glimpse of the monstrous form that lurked beneath Atticus' cloak...more importantly, what it embodied. T'was not the nightmarish appearance of his master that unsettled Acteur, nor the primordial ferocity that had been present in that final, vicious battle with Ultimecia. No...what had alarmed the Heartless performer most was the heedless cruelty with which Atticus had ended the witch's life--how he had crushed her purely unique and marvelous existence with nary a drop of respect or acknowledgment. In such a barbaric and violent display, one saw only an endless void--a yawning hunger that would consume without end, leaving not even the barest flicker of Light in its wake.

What was Darkness, without some measure of Light to give it context? Even the darkest and most sultry of midnight encounters benefited from the moon, whose subtle and ethereal radiance was a far different story from the blinding intensity of the sun. And in Sarah Appleton, a third course had made itself known--a departure from the eternal clash between Light and Dark; but rather, an exquisite harmony of both paths.

Under Atticus, would such things persist? Or would he crush the moon and twilight alike, ending their beauty and infinite potential with the same finality in which he had crushed Ultimecia?

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For Luna, Acteur would appear silent for a moment, lost in endless thought as he pondered a pale, luminous shape in one outstretched palm--the same hand that had plunged into her breast. It now cradled a sphere of luminescent energy, shifting from a rosy pinkish hue into the transcendent richness of pure gold. Perhaps the Heartless vixen would feel an attachment to this seemingly trivial orb of light. Perhaps not. In either case, it certainly seemed to intrigue he who had converted her--though the shadows which surrounded them seemed to writhe as if in anticipation of a sumptuous meal, Acteur held this misty sphere as though cradling a fragile and priceless treasure--a piece of art that would prove irreplaceable if broken.

Then, as if spurred to action by her question, Acteur lifted his head to meet Luna's gaze, swiftly tucking the radiant sphere into the sable depths of his theatrical cloak. "What now, indeed?" he mused, those ghostly yellow orbs flickering as though mired in deep contemplation. "You are reborn, my dear--a child of the night, commanding the power of the infinite Darkness. What would you do with it?"

[General Beatrix]

If Beatrix disliked utilizing Corridors for travel herself, being jetted off somewhere by another was even worse. Luckily this time she was on the side of light and wore a cloak that would shield her fragile heart from darkness that enjoyed clawing and tearing its way deep inside.

When they arrived within the Wood she was somewhat set off-balance and fell in a shallow puddle. Disorientation aside, she was determined to find Agrias...now it was just a matter of dealing with impediments.

"Acteur!" she called, seeing the Phantom Puppeteer some yards away.

"Pah! we must secure the location and retrieve Agrias! Leave the puppet to his own devices, for I doubt he'll cause any problems for us..."

[Agrias Oaks]

Even when out of the water, Agrias felt herself drifting... feeling the kiss of possibly Ifrit, the god of War, welcoming her to the gates of Oblivion. Little did she know that such lips did not belong to the fire lord, but of that of a fox! In her illusion, a light sprang forth from above, and consciousness came to her; she awoke facing the bark of the tree there, and her lungs expelled the much water they had retained in her drowning. The knight flailed and sat up quickly to cough out the rest, before her attention was taken elsewhere.

She saw Robin of Loxley, he was alright... and his friends, they were alright, too... Abigail seemed to be as healthy as -- ABIGAIL!?

"Do my eyes deceive??" she gasped in relief, before throwing her arms around the mage and holding her in a tight embrace, "Abigail! You are well! -- a--and...where...oh!"

She noticed the dark knight behind her with the most peculiar, protective, almost pouting look, but grew happy to see the one of lavender eyes, "Miss Ellin as well?? Beatrix--!" she called out, wobbling to her knees, trying to find her balance quickly, "All of you! I am quite relieved that the darkness has not swallowed you all!"

Agrias quickly took a glance to Robin and smiled to him with found joy, "Ser Robin, these are my dear friends Abigail, and Ellin-- Abigail is like my sweet sister and Ellin...well I've met her recently but she has given me no reason why not to trust her and---- and.." she looked over to Beatrix, blushing darkly before saying these words, " --and my Love, General Beatrix... b-but what is going on? I thought I lost all of you...and the -- The heartless!"

The novice girl glanced around to see they were still in a nightmare of a place, with black mist all around them, " They are still-- h-how long was I out, the war still rages?!"

[Abigail Crescentlight]

Abigail smiled a little when Agrias began to come around. She sighed and looked up, thankful they got there in time! Suddenly, she was being introduced and she realized how rude she had been! She stood up and courtsied politely upon her name being mentioned. "It's a pleasure to meet you all!" she said, then blinked a bit at other events taking place.

A castle on fire... darkness all around... Acteur not far from their location speaking to a strange dark vixen... What did they miss?? She blinked, then looked to Agrias. "You weren't out long... but we're not up to date yet..." she looked to Robin and blinked. "Uhm... what happened here?"

Her eyes would wander back to Acteur, growing very nervous. He was one of the big Heartless... so something would have to be done about him and his friend very soon.

[Acteur de la Noir]

Acteur straightened up at the mention of his name, distant as it had been shouted from. In a whirl of his tattered black cloak, the Phantom Puppeteer turned to face the direction from whence that shout had come, his brilliant yellow eyes gleaming brightly as he discerned that flowing mane of chestnut hair, that single eye focused upon from from that visage of stately beauty. There was no mistaking the turncoat general Beatrix, nor the way she was pointing in his direction. Anticipating battle, Acteur flung his cloak wide in a gesture of welcome and challenge, calling upon his innate connection to the Darkness and marshaling the shadows within his cape. If it came down to it, he'd be more than willing to test the so-called "heroine's" resolve; she who had bounded back and forth between Light and Dark without properly committing for the longest time--why, she'd not even followed Sarah's example and sought some measure of balance between the two!

But alas, it seemed that an anticlimax was in store for Acteur--for whatever reason, the Joan of Arc turned away from him, saying something to her allies that sounded rather dismissive...though, the Heartless Puppeteer noted with some satisfaction, one of their number still cast an apprehensive eye his way. For a moment, he was ready to bring the confrontation to them; such was his pride stung by Beatrix's lack of proper respect--the shadows at his feet writhed, and he felt the eldritch power of his kind flowing through his wooden, glove-clad fingertips. He was ready to set his dark puppetry upon these self-styled "Heroes of Light," to show them to foolishness of their blind belief in the righteousness of their path...

...And yet, something gave Acteur pause. He could nary explain his hesitation; not to his recently-converted brethren, nor to himself. But wait...no, that wasn't accurate, was it? T'was better so say that he felt compelled to stay his hand...as though some forgotten instinct had finally resurfaced to change his plans. Thus did Acteur feel himself drawn...not towards the Light's protectors, nor to the sable vixen who had been so recently reborn, but instead into the ether beyond the Worlds...

...in other words, beckoning him home.

Taken aback by this hitherto-unheard-of compulsion, Acteur felt a twinge of uncertainty. What twists and turns might yet remain in the plot? And what was his role to be? Once, he'd been certain of it all, unshakably confident in his own dominance and mastery. But now? It had all been pulled out of his hands. There was no telling awaited him, now. The world spun mad, and anything was possible. Light, Dark, Twilight...perhaps t'was not as irrefutably set as one might believe.

So it was that Acteur turned to face Luna, tipping his hat in a courteous gesture. "Alas, my presence is required elsewhere. I shall leave the outcome of this drama's conclusion to you, my dear..." He paused, then added in cryptic tone, "...However you wish to end it. And, should you decide that this world is no longer your home, let your instincts guide you--the inherent darkness shall draw you to the place where kindred spirits reside. Until then, adieu...and may fortune be in your favor..."

With that, Acteur de la Noir swept into a low bow and snapping his fingers. The surrounding darkness coalesced, forming a swirling vortex of whirling ebony and violet...and it was into this portal--this Corridor of Darkness-- that the Phantom Puppeteer vanished, letting his own instincts guide him to whatever destiny might await...

To the World that Never Was.

[luna]

Luna merely let her tails twitch a couple times as she watched the unsaid struggle of Acteur de la Noir, but she too did noticed the arrival of more of those "Women" like the ones before.

"If this world is no longer your own" Acteur de la Noir had said to her, Luna looked down to her hands, and followed down the new dark tunic she wore ending at her tail that had split in three. "Not my own........." she thought to herself. she sighed and glanced at the newly formed party on the other side of the castle moat, and began her walk towards them.

The castle itself was nearly all on fire as she approached the castle gates, and caught Little John's gaze as she just walked through the flames as if they weren't there. On her way to the group she latched her bow ti her back in a way that both heartless symbols that resided at each could clearly be seen. She gracefully leaped over holes in the bridge and over ruble that laid in her path before reaching the group, but the closer she got her chest seemed to ache more and more for what she knew she was about to do.

Upon arrival to the edge of the party she met each gaze sent her way slowly as she looked around the party, lingering a little bit longer on Robing before moving on, and ending with Little John. She walked up to the big bear and placed a hand on his chest as she leaned in to get and give him a hug. In all the time she had spent here she had spent most of it knowing Little john and when tragedy struck her and her family, he was there and the first thing he did was wrap his big bear arms around her as she cried through the first couple nights afterward.

Now she merely looked up at his eyes and reached up to cup the side of his face. "Thank you Papa bear, for everything you've done for me, I'll never forget you" she said with a look of great sadness in her eyes. She was happy for the look of confusion in his eyes, she knew he wouldn't say much afterward. she gave him a big hug again, then pulled away and looked to Robin. "It's been fun, Silly Fox, maybe I'll see you around" she said using an old name she used to call him, knowing full well she wouldn't tho. She turned and walked away from the group, looking over her shoulder she gave a small wave before stopping at the side of the road in front of the castle. She let out a small chuckle, she just realized, she didn't know where she was going to go or how to get there, she did know that once she left, that what ever was left of her heart would stay here.

She looked up to the sky as her three crimson tipped tails swayed in the wind.

[Ellin Destroix]

Ellin stayed quiet, blushing a little at Agrias' words before looking off to Acteur and a new Heartless creature she had never seen before, "Oh, excuse me Miss Abby!" she would gasp, seeing the strange three-tailed fox heading to their direction soon after the Actor-puppet's disappearance. The knight eagerly took a few steps toward the Heartless, smiling widely, "Why, hello! A new member of the family! Hi!" she would sound friendly. She bowed to the others, seeing no true connection to them, like the other fox there and the bear. In fact, she couldn't understand talking animals-- but Heartless were different!

"I'm Ellin, dark knight and follower of Cosmos! I also take care of the heartless children back home!" she introduced herself as lightly as she could, before holding her hand out to her, "Who might you be? Would you like to join us on our journey to find the balance?? Or-- are you lost? Would you like me to take you home?"

As one who takes care of children, Ellin was known to be very nice, and loving to the dark kind, not wanting them to suffer the way she did when she was growing up, she would do everything in her power to keep all comfortable.