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Chapter 3:  The Battle

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Olivia put the Firaga Ring on her right middle finger and cried out her flying spell just in time to dodge Aaron's first attack.  She held out her right arm and a two-handed flaming sword was in her grasp.  Aaron leapt into the air and fired a light missile at her.  She dodged with ease.

I can't just keep dodging.  I need to find an area of attack! Olivia thought as she dove close to the ground.  She quickly brought herself back up again as the grass grew longer and started to ensnare her.  That was when she realized that not only did he have an elemental ring, but an elemental stone, as well.  He wore it like an earring, dangling from his left ear.  She looked at her summon bracelet, which had a Fira Stone on it.  So, that's why he said that could use it, 'if I must'...to make the fight even...

Aaron caused a platform to rise out of the ground, and he flipped his staff around as he leapt towards Olivia again.  She countered his blows perfectly as he calmly stepped from rising platform to rising platform.

He casted a gravity spell on himself, then went for a parry on her left arm.  She switched angles she was holding the sword at, and they clashed and backed away.  Aaron tried again, this time on her right arm.  Once again, they met and bounced back.  Aaron tried a third time, this time pushing his weight onto the sword.

"Give it up, Flynn!"  Aaron hissed.  "We both know who winner of this match truly is."

"I should hope so, Leviathann."  Olivia seethed. "You're losing strength already.  You're ill-prepared when it comes to sword fighting."

"Which was exactly why I did this."  Aaron replied, a sly expression on his face.  He jumped back and turned his staff over again, which was glowing vibrantly.  Olivia gasped.  The way he had held the staff concealed the orb on top, which was powering up an attack.  The only reason he had even attempted swordplay was just to stall for time, nothing more.

"HYPER LIGHT BEAM!"  Aaron shouted.  With those words, the staff released the energy it was withholding, causing a large beam of light to be shot in Olivia's direction, which she got caught in.

"Fooled you!"

Those words and a sudden stab in the gut made Aaron realize that Olivia's magic was far more advanced that he had originally thought.  She was right below him, striking him with the hilt of her blade.  She then flew above him and placed all of her weight into her legs and kicked him to the ground.  He slowly got up, staggering slightly.  Olivia flew down to the ground and made her wings disappear.

"Well?  Got any other attacks?"  Aaron asked.  Olivia just grinned and readied her sword.  That's strange.  She seems much more different than when the fight started.  Much more aggressive...

Aaron ran towards her and attempted to land at least one hit, but Olivia quickly disarmed him, then ran her hand over her sword, her Firaga Ring and Fira Stone glowing, causing the flames on her sword to glow and burn brighter.  She ran towards him at extremely fast speeds, striking him over and over again.

An elemental strike raid?!  But, how...?  Aaron desperately thought.  Olivia jumped in the air and did a final vertical hit.

"Now...now, I finish...you....!"  Olivia said, panting.  She ran towards Aaron again and leapt into the air, only to be caught in a series of yellow ribbons that bound her in place.  She struggled, then slowly came to her senses and fainted, her sword disappearing before hitting the ground.  Aaron released the ribbons on her, causing her to fall to the ground gently.

Aaron calmly walked over to her, then looked up.  He made the clearing disappear, and they were back in the room with the floating glass platforms.  He opened a black and blue portal, which he used to get up to a higher platform.  This one just had a picture of an eerie looking castle, with ice platforms all around it.  A second portal opened and out stepped Lucy, wearing a long black lace dress that hugged her figure at the torso and flowed quite freely around her legs, a slit on the side going to her upper thigh, and long sleeves and an off the shoulder neckline.  She nearly collapsed on the platform, panting heavily, holding onto a long scythe and using it to keep herself upright.

"Lucy.  What happened?  Were you able to get inside and figure out what's in that world?"  Aaron asked as he ran over to her.  He used a cure spell on her, then on himself.  Lucy straightened up and summoned her scythe away.

"Whoever decides to infiltrate that world is absolutely insane."  Lucy replied.  "Making it through the gates was easy.  But, the people inside that castle...they're strong.  Really strong.  I barely made it out of there with enough magical energy to open a portal to get back here."  She saw Aaron's expression, which was of stern disappointment.  "Look, they have eyes and ears everywhere.  I got ambushed before I was even close to the gates.  How was Olivia?  How was her fighting?"

Aaron lead Lucy through the portal behind him, to where Olivia was.  "She has tremendous power, strength wise.  Her magic is unparalleled, as well.  I don't think I've ever seen a teleportation spell used without a portal, and with such speed.  However, her endurance is poor, as is her grip on her emotions.  She has quite a while to go before unveiling her full powers."  He used a cure spell on Olivia.

Olivia got up slowly, opening her eyes tiredly.  "What...did I let myself go again?  My head really hurts..."

"I just used a basic cure spell on you, Olivia.  You'll be fully recovered soon if you don't use any other large scale spells."  Aaron said.  "You put up a pretty good fight, though.  I've never seen an elemental strike raid like that before."

"Your elemental attacks were pretty good, too.  Light and terrea, I'm guessing?"  Olivia asked.

"Yes, those are the elemental stones and rings that I have."  Aaron replied, twisting the Light Ring on his finger.  "And if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm actually a mage."

"No, I knew."  Olivia replied.  "I knew the moment you said that this--"  She held up the Firaga Ring.  "--was a Firaga Ring.  I didn't recognize the rune symbol in the gem.  Only mages have that ability; to read the rune symbol in the most powerful element rings.  So, when you revealed what ring this was, I knew instantly who you were."

"Well, I can piece together some things about you, too, Olivia."  Aaron said.  "While we were fighting, I was delving into your heart, your memories.  But, there's one thing I just can't figure out about you."

"Why a mortal like me can use magic, right?"  Olivia asked, not looking at him.  "To be honest, you're not the only one wondering.  Nobody in my family has even a trace of magic in their blood.  I'm supposed to be a normal, regular human, living their normal, regular human life.  But, instead, I'm a witch.  A witch with no origins, and on top of that, everybody fears me.  They think I'm a monster, and I'm slowly starting to think of myself as a nobody.  A shadow that hides in people's hearts."

"But, you're not."  Aaron replied.  "Yes, your origins are at a loss, making you quite an anomaly in both the human and magic world, but you still have a heart of your own.  When we first truly met today, we released an aura that would manipulate you into thinking of the things that you wanted in a person like myself and Lucy."

"Somebody to trust, and somebody to truly love."  Olivia said.  "You were testing me to see if I was the person you were truly looking for, weren't you?"

"Yes, that's right."  Aaron said.  "Oh, by the way, I'm not sure if I should bring this up or not, but, there's a memory buried deep in your heart that I couldn't access.  I saw a glimpse of it before you closed the memory off, and it was of you and this girl with red hair..."

"There's a reason as to why it's so closed off, buried so deep."  Olivia replied coldly.  "The deepest wounds take the longest to heal, and when they do, they leave a scar.  To remind you that you...are always alone in this world."

"Olivia, let that memory go."  Aaron said.  Olivia looked up and at his direction. "Either that, or show it to me.  Open your heart to that memory and let it be free from despair.  You're just letting yourself crumble away if you keep it bottled up like that."

"No.  That memory...it's the same reason of why this entire town thinks I'm a monster.  If I showed you what I did in the past, you'd be afraid, too!"  Olivia cried out, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.  The platform they were standing on started to change, to a picture of a red-headed girl wearing a green shirt and light cerulean blue pants.  She was smiling, with tears in her eyes as she looked outside her window, her house ablaze.  On the far side of the platform was another picture of Olivia, clutching her spellbook close to her chest with her right arm as flames danced around her in the shape of a dragon.  Her left arm dangled uselessly, covered in blood and partially attached.

"This was how you got your arm replaced..."  Aaron murmured softly.  He jolted out of his thoughts when he realized that the platform they were standing on was diverging, Olivia standing on the side with the girl in the burning house.  Aaron ran over to the edge, reaching out for Olivia's hand.  He grabbed her left, which made her try to turn away.  He tightened his grip.

"Let me go, Aaron!"  Olivia cried.  Tears rolled down her cheeks.  "You don't want to know the truth!  Please, just leave me alone...!"

"And watch you destroy yourself in despair?  I'm not going to let that happen!"  Aaron shouted.  He moved a little closer to the edge.  "I've seen my parents get killed before my very eyes.  I rule over an entire kingdom, and nobody trusts me because my father was a light elf mage and my mother was a dark rogue warrior.  I know what it's like to be alone and surrounded by people at the same time!"

"Yes, but you didn't kill your best friend!"  Olivia shouted.  Aaron lost his grip and fell, and Olivia took off her glove to prevent falling with him.  Lucy tapped the ring on her left middle finger, and a series of dark imperial violet ribbons surrounded him and brought him back on the platform.  She took out a staff and yelled out a spell.  With a blinding flash, the three of them were back in front of the old metal door in the apartment building, Olivia lying several feet away, unconscious.

"I see what you mean by her not having a good grip on her emotions."  Lucy said.  Aaron untangled himself from the ribbons and stood up.  "Her emotions are directly linked to her magic.  If she can't them, she can't control her magic.  She could easily destroy herself...no, not only that.  She could destroy entire worlds."

"Yes, but if can learn to control it, then she could also create entire worlds, too."  Aaron said,  and picked her up.  "Come, we have to get her to the festival.  This world depends on it."

As they left, a young woman looked out of her apartment door and smiled.  She went back into her apartment, put the chain on the door, and grabbed an old sketchbook from a shelf.

"Looks like the Story has begun to fall into motion."  She said, grabbed a pencil from nearby, and began to draw, humming softly to herself.

Olivia's Witch Night- Chapter 3
Yay, we're getting into plot!

Also, I uploaded two days in a row!  Amazing!

Don't worry, I'll be uploading more than just this hopefully soon.

Fighting scenes are weird and fun to write at the same time.  I'm getting the hang of them.

Olivia Flynn (c) CreepECrawlyMan

Rosalina Swift(Mentioned in appearance only) (c) Extrani-Rain

Story, related characters (c) Me
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Chapter 2:  Aaron and his secrets

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Olivia stood in the cafeteria, then walked out.  She wasn't in the mood to talk to her friends, especially after what had happened that morning.  It wasn't embarrassment that stopped her, it was insecurities.  She really hadn't felt this afraid in a while, and it terrified her.  She felt as if everybody could see her vulnerability.

Aaron walked past her, then stopped and turned around.  Olivia turned around, as well.

"What?"  She asked.  "What do you want from me?"

Aaron was silent.

"Now's not the time to stop being chatty, you know."  Olivia replied.

"Are you always this cold?"  Aaron asked.

"No, but..."  Olivia said, her voice trailing off.  Several students were watching the two of them.

Whispering and gossiping about Olivia Flynn, the witch.

"You must seem to be very brave to everyone, Aaron."  Olivia said.  "Interacting with someone like me.  Why?"

"Could we talk about that later?"  Aaron asked.  "Besides, I think we're probably the same.  Here, catch."  He tossed something in her direction, which she caught in her right hand.  Aaron turned around again and walked over to a far off lunch table.  Olivia walked out of the cafeteria, looked at what Aaron had given her, and gasped.

***

Olivia sat on the school roof in silence, eating a marinated pork filled rice ball made by her mother.  She watched the other students walk around and talk happily amongst themselves.

"Lacie, get out of here."  She said, not bothering to look up.  She took another rice ball out of her lunch box and put on top it the allotted seven drops of soy sauce that were given to her, seven drops for each rice ball for the perfect amount of flavour and sodium content.  She liked the way the future was headed, but some of the advancements, like the sauce counters, were a little overboard in terms of keeping health and other small things in track.

"At least look at me when you sense me, Olivia."  Lacie replied.  "Is that too much to ask?"

Olivia turned around to see the teenager standing behind her, as usual, with a smarmy look on her face.  Her hair was in a curly reverse bob, and dark brown, with platinum blonde at the tips.  She had on a uniform similar to Olivia's, except instead of a jacket she wore a light navy blue buttoned sweater, and had an orange armband that read "hall monitor."

"You're sooo pathetic, you know that?"  Lacie sneered.  "Just looking to pick a fight with anybody and everybody and then scare them off.  Well, guess what?"  She pointed to the side with emphasis on her next words, adding an extra layer of condescendence to it.  "It.  Doesn't.  Work."  Slowly and carefully, like talking to a small child.

"Did you just ditch your hall monitor duties to come all the way up here to mock me?"  Olivia asked.  "You're the pathetic one."

"Oh?  Do I hear a bit of anger in your voice?"  Lacie asked, grinning.  She let out a short laugh.  "I don't believe it!  So, you do still have emotion.  Or, are you just mimicking...say, Aaron?"

"Shut up, Lacie."  Olivia replied.  She grit her teeth and looked down again.  "You know how I get when my emotion spiral--"

"--Out of your control, yeah, yeah, we all heard it, sweetie."  Lacie finished for her.  "You can't control your abilities and turn into a monster.  Ha ha ha, I wonder why they haven't locked you in a cage yet."

"I could ask you the same thing."  Olivia said plainly.

"I think we both clearly know why.  Because I'm not a witch.  Not like you, and you're certainly not like Aaron."  Lacie replied.  Olivia got up and walked towards the door that lead to the spiral that they were on.  "What, leaving already?  I thought you never walked away from your fights."

"I'm not.  I'm walking from the rain."  Olivia replied, and closed the door.  Just as she did that, a light drizzle came falling down.  She had seen the clouds when Lacie had started talking to her, and decided that it was best to go in soon.

She had been right.
***

When school was finally over, the rain had started to come down a little more, and there was an occasional sharp gust of wind.  Olivia would've liked to not have to use her winged board, because it was unstable in strong winds, but if she used her flying spell, the wings she got from them would just weigh her down.

However, she had nearly forgotten about Aaron, who was leaning on the main gate when she came out.

The strange thing was that he didn't have an umbrella.  Everybody else did, and amidst the sea of them, he stood out of place, like he didn't really belong there.  Olivia put down her umbrella, and he walked over to her and held out his hand.

"I need to talk to you."  Aaron said.  "Please, come with me."
***

Aaron lead Olivia through the crowded streets of downtown Danville, then had her stop in front of an old apartment building.  He lead her in, to the highest the platform elevator would go, which was the twelveth floor.  They went down the hall and over to an old metal door.

"This place only has twelve floors."  Olivia said.  "Why are we here in the first place?"

"We won't be overheard by anything or anybody here.  Safety is my utmost concern at this point, as I've broken all the other rules."  Aaron replied, and held his left hand out in front of the door.  One of the two rings on his left middle finger began to glow, and the door, as well.  Olivia heard the sound of a door unlocking.  "Come.  Hurry, quickly."

They ran up a long spiraling staircase made of light panels to another door, made of wood and beautifully decorated with ancient rune symbols.  Aaron read them aloud, which made them begin to glow vibrantly.  The door opened, which lead them to a dark room, filled with glass floorboards, mysterious ancient pictures of magic related history meticulously crafted on them.

"What is this place?"  Olivia asked.  She looked down and saw that the picture on the platform they were standing on was a large picture of her holding a spellbook, her hair blowing back majestically.  "This is...this is me, isn't it?  Aaron, was I right about you?"  She took out the thing he had given her earlier--a silver ring with a sparkling ruby in the center, some strange rune symbol Olivia had never seen before in the center.  "This is an elemental ring, no doubt about it.  And from the power I sense from it, it's a pretty powerful one, too.  I've never seen this rune symbol, as well."

"So?"  Aaron asked.  "What does that say about me?"

Olivia took a deep breath.  "Judging by your demeanor this afternoon, the elemental ring, and this room, I'd say I have a pretty good idea on who you are.  You're someone with extremely high magical power, and not from this world."

"Very good observations, Olivia."  Aaron said.  "Yes, I'm not from this world."  He closed his eyes and he had suddenly been transformed.  "In fact, this is my true form right before you."  His hair became lighter, and slightly longer, a braid going down the middle.  His ears became slightly pointer, making them resemble an elf's.  His clothes had changed, as well, into a light cream short-sleeved tunic with navy blue trim and olive green pants with black boots.  He held out his arm to the side, and a white staff with a golden braid enwoven into it and an emerald green orb on top appeared.  "That is a Firaga Ring in your hand.  You may use it, if you must."  He twirled the staff in his hands, and the end of it became a curved sword, which he placed onto the platform they were on, transforming it into a beautiful woodland clearing.  Aaron smirked, then leapt towards Olivia, saying, "Now, then, let me assess your skill!"

Olivia's Witch Night- Chapter 2
Oh, yeah, remember this story? Well, it's still going.

And I only have five days to finish it. Get ready for a ton of uploads of this story.

By the way, I have been practically addicted to the Kingdom Hearts series recently, for some weird reason. I'm almost done with Sora's story in a Let's play of Re Chain of Memories.

Wish me luck, everyone. Five days to finish, huh? Let's hope I can do this...

Olivia Flynn, related characters (c) CreepECrawlyMan

Story, related characters (c) : Me
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Chapter 2

***

March 18, 9:24 a.m.
Hotti Clinic- Waiting Room

It felt as if time had stopped for Pearl.

The waiting room had that kind of effect, though.  It had dreary-looking gray walls, with hard, uncomfortable blue chairs with hardly any fabric on them.  The hardwood floors were dull and covered in worn spots.  The windows had white frames to them, and were wide, to let natural light in, but it only made the room look more sullen than it did before.  Off-white blinds hung halfway on the windows, as well.  A little boy sat in one of the chairs near a window and started to play with the blinds, causing them to swing wildly.  His mother scolded him and he stopped, the blinds swinging softly.

The clock on the wall ticked silently, the minute hand moving ever so slightly.  It was 9:25.

Phoenix paced in the room in front of her, silent.  Nurses and doctors in scrubs walked in and out of the room, and people left with them.  Nobody stopped in front of the two of them.

Soon, the waiting room was silent, as well.  Phoenix and Pearl were the only two in the waiting room.  She hated the silence, but could do nothing about it.  She looked out of a nearby window.  The sky was a beautiful shade of light cerulean, with only a few puffy white clouds drifting along lazily.  It was the perfect day for a spring picnic, or a walk in the park.

She couldn't stand it when the weather was so nice when something terrible was going on.  Pearl began to absentmindedly swing her legs back and forth while she thought.

Right, left, right, left, right...

She remembered that Maya once told her about Mia's funeral, which took place shortly after her trial.  Maya had said that it was unusually warm for fall, and that the sky was perfectly clear.

"You know, Pearly, I don't understand why so many people think that funerals always take place on cold and stormy days."  Maya had said after that.  "I think they're usually on days that are nice and sunny.  I wonder why...?"

Pearl replied, "Maybe it's to show us how small we really are?  One person out of six billion...even a hundred out of that number is still small when you think about it."

Maya told her not to worry about it too much, and that she was just simply thinking aloud.

Thinking...  Pearl thought to herself.  I've been doing a lot of that lately.

She looked up at the ceiling, still swinging her legs.  The blinds still moved slightly, the pull cord dangling in the breeze.

Pearl stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at the blinds in interest.  The windows were closed before, so why would they be open now, and who opened them?  She hadn't sensed anybody walking in.  She got up and walked over to the window and reached out towards the pull cord to the blinds.  As soon as her fingertips touched the cord, the blinds suddenly snapped up, revealing an overcast sky, with a bloodstained window.

"Mr. Nick, what's--"  Pearl asked as she suddenly turned around, but stopped talking as she noticed that she was actually alone in the waiting room.  There was no evidence of him leaving, but none of him even being there, at that.

"What's...what's going on here...?"  Pearl asked, letting her words fade into the heavy, tension-filled air.  That was the strange part--there appeared to be nobody in sight, but the air about the whole hospital had a quite weighted aura about it, as if something bad was going to happen.  She turned back to the window.  The blood had spread from the window to the sill, and was still dripping down the wall.

She was about to leave when something caught her attention.  A strange aura of some sort, black and heavy with...something.  She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but she knew that she had sensed that aura somewhere before.  Pearl finally took a deep breath to calm her emerging nerves and walked out, following the source of the aura.  It felt as if she wasn't moving of her volition; that whatever that aura was attached to was calling and leading her.

The aura lead her to a thick, grey door.  The sign above the door read "morgue."  Pearl opened the door, leading to a dimly lit stairwell leading downward.  She walked down silently, barely hearing her footsteps.  She passed a series of faded paper handprints on the wall.  They had various names on them, written in the same set of handwriting.

Pearl examined them closer.  Written on the thumb and pinky were two different years.  She stepped away from the faded handprints with a wave of melancholy washing over her.  They were the names of children who had died and been taken to this morgue, and the dates were of when were born and died.  She continued walking down the stairs, her hand absentmindedly trailing on the wall above the hands of the dead.  Her pointer finger slipped down onto one, and Pearl stopped.

It had her name on it.

She looked at the others beyond it, and noticed they all had her name on them.  She leapt over to the other side of the stairwell, crashing into the railing.  It crumbled under her weight, and she nearly fell.  She ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over her feet and the stairs when she tried to take them two at a time.  The walls started to fall apart, causing Pearl to dodge several holes in the floor.  Small whispers and sounds of laughter came from behind her.  She willed herself to move faster, and attempted to sprint down the stairs, only to trip and roll down, her back slamming into the wall.

After a while, it seemed like the stairs would never end, and the farther down Pearl went, her insanity slipped away from her.  The stairs began to change shape, and popped after she stepped off of them.  The remains of the walls became covered in stars and cosmic shapes, and the gaps turned into strange rainbow-striped creatures that stayed on the wall, hissing and shrieking at her.  The stairs suddenly ended and curved into a lopsided hill with many rises and dips in the path.  Pearl broke out into a run, tripping and falling.

Is this what Maya has to face everyday?  Pearl thought.  A sudden loss of sanity, stability, and feeling like she's just running the same path, over and over again?

She tripped and fell again, this time rolling over to her back, watching the ceiling crumble around her.  She outstretched her arms, not moving, just watching everything with a blank expression.

No, this is my inner thoughts.  What I really feel.  It's like I'm in a never ending labyrinth.  Thus, this is my life:  A labyrinthine mess of never ending disasters that I cannot stop.  This fate I cannot break.  Whenever I get to the end, this happens.  It just all falls apart, and it's all...my...fault...!

Tears slipped down Pearl's cheeks.

"This is all my fault..."  She whispered.  "I...I can't...do this...anymore..."

She let out a small sob, her voice cracking as she continued to speak.

"I can't...I can't...I...just can't...!"

Suddenly, a bright light filled the remains of the room.  The ceiling rose into the air, piece by piece, affixing itself to where it went.  The hills became flat as it turned back into the floor, and the constellations and cosmic shapes twisted and turned, and eventually turned back into the plain walls, except instead of being gray and black, it was all white, with large windows covering the walls.

"You look like you need some help."  Somebody said.  They bent down next to her.  "Why are you just laying on the floor and not getting up?"

"I don't know."  Pearl whispered.  "Is it bad to say that I've given up?"

"Here."  They held out their hand.  "You really don't have to do this alone, you know.  So, why give up now when you haven't even asked for help?"

Pearl stared at the person's hand for a bit, then slowly reached out and grabbed it.  She stood up, and they walked down the hallway.

"You don't have to do this alone anymore, Pearls.  You're not alone anymore..."

***

Pearl sleepily opened her eyes.  Her body slowly drifted downward, then collasped in the chair beneath her.  She had her head back on the chair, looking at the ceiling.  She slowly dragged her left leg up the chair and wrapped her arms around it, lowering her head.  Slow, deliberate movements were the key to bringing down her spiritual energy levels.  They always spiked whenever she got out of a vision and, for her, took a while to go back down to normal levels.  Pearl closed her eyes, letting her sensing ability take over.

Phoenix was sitting next to her, and somebody was walking towards the room.  She lowered her leg again and opened her eyes.  She looked at Phoenix again, puzzled.  His aura was blazing with hope, but the expression on his face was not one of happiness.  It wasn't even sorrow.  His expression was completely apathetic, unreadable.

"Mr. Nick..."  Pearl asked quietly.  Phoenix looked over to her and smiled.

"What is it, Pearls?  Is something the matter?"  He asked.

"Um...well...it's a little hard to explain, but I'll try to."  Pearl replied, and took a deep breath.  "If I told you that I knew everything that was going to happen in the next few days, would you believe me?"

"Wh..what?  What do you mean?"

"I already knew that all of what has happened up to this point in time would happen in the exact order that it did.  I already know the gist of what is going to happen in the future.  I need your help, Mr. Nick.  We need to prevent the future that is going to happen from existing.  I didn't realize it at first, but I now know the key to everything.  The key to solving this inescapable maze.  Your fate is intricately tied to so many others that whatever you do affects the future as a whole.  You're the only one who can break this fate, Mr. Nick!"

Phoenix was silent.

"Mr. Nick?"  Pearl asked.  "Do you...believe everything I just said?  Do you trust me?"

"You're a good kid, Pearl."  Phoenix replied.  "But, you don't need to make up all of this to make me feel better."

"But, I'm...!"  Pearl protested.  "I'm not!  Everything I've said is true!"

"And how do I know that?"  Phoenix asked.

Pearl felt the chains around her envelope  and saw in her mind three Psyche Locks.  She knew that she couldn't tell him the whole story just yet.  He wasn't ready to hear all of the truth, especially not with how cold he was treating her.  She could tell that he was still hurting because of what had happened with Maya.

Phoenix sighed, then looked at his phone.  "I have to call Edgeworth to tell him we're going to be late for the trial.  Wait here."

As he left, Pearl looked at the clock.  It was 9:47.  She turned her attention to the sky again.

What a lovely day out...it's a perfect day for a walk, or a picnic...

Pearl got out of her seat and walked down the hallway.

***

March 18, 9:49 a.m.
Hotti Clinic- Room 5053

Maya Fey's room was silent when Pearl walked in.  It was a small, empty field of white, with an open window above Maya's bed.  A set of transparent white curtains blew softly in the early morning breeze.  Maya was unconscious, her arms tied down to her bed.  Pearl sighed, then took out from the folds of her sash Maya's magatama necklace, which she tied around her cousin's neck.

"There.  I'm sure you'll feel a little better that way."  Pearl said quietly.  She then took out from her sash a small medicine case, which contained a small syringe and a few glass jars.  She filled the syringe and injected it into Maya's right arm.  "Please, stop forgetting your daily injections.  Don't you see how important they are?"

Maya turned softly, then weakly opened her eyes.  "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not immune yet, unlike someone else I know."

"I know."  Pearl replied.  "If only I wasn't immune...then I'd take the injections for you."

Maya shook her head.  "You know I wouldn't want that for you, Pearly."  She looked back up at the curtains.  "You're too young to endure such pain."

"If only she knew what kind of pain you've endured..."  A voice said, inaudible to Maya.  Pearl turned around, then went to face Maya again.

"Hold on for a few minutes."  Pearl replied, then closed her eyes, touching her magatama with one hand.  The world changed, and Maya disappeared.

"What do you want, Keyblade?"  Pearl asked, turning around again.  Her hair was long, and blew around her and she held onto a large, black scythe.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing, Xionn."  A girl with long black hair in two long, bushy ponytails replied coolly.  She levitated in the air, her long white dress with black trim flowing about her.  A black sash tied around her waist had a karakusa pattern on it, and she held on her shoulders a large key, the top of it curved into a scythe's blade.  Her olive green eyes shone with greed.  "Because your friend there doesn't seem to be."

"She had a sudden relapse today."  Pearl replied.  "The Death Seed should dislodge itself from her soul soon."  She turned back to where Maya had been, now a bright blue silhouette with a large black seed-like object in the center.  "See, her soul's fainter than before, and the Death Seed's colour is already fading.  "In a few hours, her soul should be back to the normal transparency and the Death Seed will be gone."

"Yeah, you're probably right.  How lame."  Keyblade remarked.  She took out a small box of candy and grabbed a piece, then held the box out to Pearl.  "Want some?"

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March 18, 10:07 a.m.
Hotti Clinic- Dr. Sycamore's office

"So, how exactly is Maya's condition?"  Phoenix asked.  The doctor in front of him frowned slightly.  He was quite a young doctor, and most likely just finished his residence years.  He wore his shoulder length jet black hair in a ponytail, and thin black glasses, which somehow made his azure eyes brighter than they really were.  His nametag read "Yamato Sycamore."

"We're still quite complexed about what exactly happened."  Dr. Sycamore replied.  "She was fine one moment, the next, she was trying to scratch out her throat.  We sedated her and tied her arms down, of course, in case it happened again."

"She was...trying to scratch out...her throat...?"  Phoenix asked.  I feel like I've heard that before.  Maya trying to scratch out her throat was a final symptom to something...what was it...?

"Yes, Mr. Wright.  Also, do you know if the number thirteen has any correlation to Maya?"  Dr. Sycamore asked, laying a picture down on his desk.  Phoenix picked it up and frowned slightly.  "We think that the loss of blood from those cuts might've been the reason for her falling unconscious.  However, from what you have said, it appears that she may also have acute to severe paranoia, possibly caused by these strange dreams.  Mr. Wright, do you, Pearl or Maya have any history of sleepwalking, or PTSD?  Or maybe suicidal and homicidal thoughts or actions?"

"No, of course not.  We're fine, we're all fine..."  Phoenix answered.  "Do you think that one of us did it?  Pearl is eight, and I'd never do anything like that to Maya.  Not to mention the fact that this is all over her back.  She couldn't have done this on her own."

"Well, I'd still like to have her stay overnight for observation."  Dr. Sycamore said, standing up.  Phoenix stood up, as well, and they both walked out of the office.  "If these dreams are the source of her paranoia, then I'm going to have to know the root of the dreams."

"Alright, then.  Thank you for doing this for us, Dr. Sycamore."  Phoenix said.  He suddenly stopped to see Pearl standing in the middle of the hallway.  "Pearl, where did you run off to?  I was worried when I didn't see you in the waiting room..."  He stopped talking as he realized that something was wrong.  Her hair was down, the ponytail holders used to keep her hair up in her hand.  Her hair flowed about her head softly, barely touching the base of her neck.  Her head was downcast, her eyes covered in a shadow left by the front of her hair.

"Mr. Nick..."  She asked, her voice at a lower pitch than usual.  "Why...why do you trust him...?"
The Courtroom Phantom- Chapter 2
Yay, another chapter done!

This and Olivia's Witch Night are right now going to be my top priority stories, then I think I might eventually just move on to uploading Olivia's Witch Night later on. I'm just really liking this story so far.

There's not much to say about this chapter, really. I love the description of the waiting room, and the vision scene. I did also have a different version of this chapter, too, because this wasn't working for a while, and I might put that up later as an extra when I actually get done. Would you like to see that?

Ace Attorney characters (c) capcom

Story, related characters(c) me
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It's been way too long since I've been on here.

Sorry for being pretty much dead...I've had to take care of other stuff.

So, if anybody's been in my gallery lately, you've seen the new story folders.  Good for you!

Now, those aren't the only ones I have, though.  In fact, there's a sequel to The Courtroom Phantom, and as (I think) I mentioned in Turnabout of GUILT, it's part one in a five part series.  I'm still going to do my Phineas and Ferb fanfics, as well, and I'm going to do my Oliviaween project year round, then present it to Creepe on Oliviaween, when it should be complete.

Also, how does Professor Layton and the Steampunk Clockwork Angels and Professor Layton and the Diamond of Destiny sound?  I'm going to make a Professor Layton trilogy fanfic, but I need a third title to tie everything together.

I'm also still working on the new character profiles, so please be patient about them.

Well, that about does it for updates, so let's move on.

niklik429 tagged me, so I shall do this...again.

1. You must post these rules. 
2. Each person must share ten things about themselves (in their own journals of course).
3. Answer the ten questions that you were asked and come up with ten questions for the people you tag. 
4. Tag ten people and put their icons in your journal.
5. Inform the people who are tagged that they are tagged. 
6. No "tagged if you read this" stuff. 
7. Legitimately tag 10 people, yada-yada-yada, you know the drill. 
8. No tag-backs.

10 things about me

1.  I'm currently writing fanfiction for the Phineas and Ferb, Ace Attorney, and Professor Layton fandoms.

2.  I'm still wondering what the heck the "Layton 7" thing is.  Is it a joke, or what?  I doesn't make any sense to me.  The closest I've ever got to a reasonable explanation is that Layton gets turned into a dog, and he has to get back to normal...but even that makes no sense.

3.  I want Pokémon X and Dual Destines.  I'm watching a Let's Play of them both.

4.  My favorite Dual Destines characters are Athena Cykes, Simon Blackquill, Juniper Woods, Hugh O'Conner, and Robin Newman.  New OTPs:  AthenaxApolloxJuniper.

5.  Bird Pokémon are awesome.

6.  I saw Catching Fire, and it was AWESOME.  Go see it if you haven't.

7.  Of all of the animes I've watched, I've only finished two series(B gata H kei and the subbed version of Cardcaptor Sakura.  I'm going to watch the rest of the dubbed version, too, because they changed the ending of it.).

8.  I watch Hetalia.(I'm not part of the fandom, though.)

9.  I'm a huge Vocaloid fan.

10.  I'm working on a new drawing technique.  It's a realistic anime style, and it's a lot of fun to draw in.

niklik429's questions

1. do you stare at the ceiling? (because i do)

No, not really.

2. what's your least favorite subject?

Freaking math and bio.

3. what are you looking forward to in 2014? crosses fingers hoping it's plvsaa

Oh, great.  Sta.sh doesn't have a remove slash marks thing.  Yayz.

Well, there's The Wind Rises, Professor Layton and the Azran Legacies, Kingdom Hearts 1.5 HD remake, and Professor Layton vs. Ace Attorney.

Not in that order, of course.

4. when you meet someone in school who ships your otp like you what will you do?

Instantly start talking to them about it.

5. do you consider yourself sarcastic?

Not really.

6. favorite instrumental? /hit in the head with a pipe by Layton

That's a tough one.  I'd have to say...once again, not in this exact order...

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...The Trauma Team version of Vulnerability, Apollo's, Phoenix's, and Athena's themes in DD, Layton's themes(all versions, by the way), basically anything from the soundtracks of the Trauma Center, Ace Attorney, and Professor Layton series, and Carol of the Bells by Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

7. d...did i...*coughimprovecough*?

...?

8. snackoos? (this is an ace attorney reference/shot by von karma)

SNACKOO ATTACK!!!!  *starts to throw Snackoos in random directions, laughing like a madwoman and singing "Ephinany" from Sweeney Todd*

(By the way...shouldn't that be "whipped by von Karma"...?)

9. do you have a 3ds? (if you do, i will go into your house and steal it)

Hey, you have one, now!  You're not getting mine!  *Clutches pink 3ds close to chest*

10. :iconobjection1plz::iconobjection2plz::iconobjection3plz:
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My questions:

1.  Fergalicious, anyone?(Well, this got off on a GREAT start, lol....)

2.  ATTEND THE TALE OF SWEENEY TODD.

3.  Do you like Vocaloid?

4.  HIS SKIN WAS PALE AND HIS EYE WAS ODD.

5.  Pokémon or Digimon?  (Make your decision wisely.)

6.  HE SHAVED THE FACES OF GENTLEMEN...

7.  Plain noodles.  What do you think of them?

8.  ...WHO NEVER THEREAFTER WERE HEARD OF AGAIN.  HE TROD A PATH THAT FEW HAVE TROD...

9.  Have you noticed a pattern with these questions?

10.  ...DID SWEENEY TODD, THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET.  *Death whistle blows, and I smile*

I tag....


I can't think of anyone else....

Well, I'm off to upload stuff.  See ya lataz!

-B.R.N

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You can simply call me B.R.N.
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Hello random person or fellow deviant! Please call me B.R.N, I would appreitate it.

As you can tell, I suck at spelling, which is ironic, since I want to become a writer when I'm older and I use big words like 'hence,' and 'therefore,' but you won't see that often.

Notice how I say OFTEN. That doesn't mean I WON'T use it, I'll use them OCCAISIONALLY.

Anyway, I am a writer, but I will post drawings. Probably not often, but yes, drawings are nice...

I mainly do Phineas and Ferb fan art and fanfics, though on occiasion I will do original stuff. I also have a lot second generation OCs, so be on the lookout for them as well.

I am a random, fun, Phineas and Ferb obsessive girl with a hot temper that I'm learning to control. I get inspired often, and by almost anything. An image of a squirrel, a song, something someone says, you name it. My imagination is a huge, endless land built on my memories, complete with a haunted dark wood. I spend most of my time there.

I listen to music A LOT, so most of my stuff is inspired by music.

CRITIQUES AND SPORKS ARE VERY WELCOME HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I see critiques and sporks as 1) Hilarious means of entertainment, and 2) A way of telling people what they need to work on.

They're hilariously helpful.

Some things about me:

1. I do not bite. You can ask me about stuff, so don't be shy about it.

2. I would like comments as well as faves.

3. My writing can get pretty dark at times. If you don't want me to have an extrememely dark plot, tell me and I will lessen up on the darkness of my writing. Either way, it's going to be kind of dark.

4. I have a character named Marie Flynn. This is NOT Ely, Pao, and Mel's Marie, but a Marie that I created inspired by them. Same thing with my OC Olivia. She was inspired by Creepecrawlyman's Olivia, but is different from her.

5. I'm not the world's best artist, especially when it comes to anatomy. If you could give me some tips and stuff, that would be nice.

6. Most of my drawings' dates are in the ENGLISH format, so thet go by day-month-year, instead of month-day-year.

7. I am a huge anglophile(meaning I really like British stuff, hence #6.)

I think that's enough rambling here...
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niklik429 Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
i was gonna tell you.....

but i think u already knew...

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lovelyBRN13 Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yep. I learned about it on Court-Records.

Also, they're changing Mahoney's name to Aria, apearently.

I like Mahoney more, but whatever.
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niklik429 Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
mahoney mahone aria


as long as she's still mahoney


they can expect a run for mah moneh.

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lovelyBRN13 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yep. If Level-5 changes Aryan's name, though, that's when I would be confused.
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niklik429 Featured By Owner May 20, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
idunnoaboutthisatall

nintendo magazine announce that the plvspw will be released by the end of 2013 :iconcutenessoverloadplz:

so i made this to celebrate [link]

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lovelyBRN13 Featured By Owner May 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
What!? OMG THAT'S AWESOME!

Though, some people have been saying that it may be like Dual Destines, and be only available in the eShop, not a retail release.

At least, that's what I heard around Youtube, but I'll check Court-Records and both Wikis.

If it's retail, then I have one more thing to be excited for.

By the way(I'm just curious), but do you live in Europe or North America?
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niklik429 Featured By Owner May 21, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
no, i live in asia,

specifically, the philippines
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lovelyBRN13 Featured By Owner May 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh.

I'm still jealous of Europe.

They're getting Azran Legacies before us.
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RedJoey1992 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2013  Student General Artist
hey have you look at my present to CreepECrawlyMan?
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lovelyBRN13 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, I did.
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