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Game Over Time

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She should have been more carful. Instead, the strike to her back came just when she had spent her last secon-wind defending Marcus' flank when he was double teamed. The sand dunes of Agrabah blinded her, as she felt something dripping down her back, her own body pitchnig forward as the sand 'splashed' around her, the grains sticking to her.

Even with the grueling sun baking them, everything slowly grew dark as she realized . . . She was defeated.

Not even able to return the shout of her name from Marcus, her eyes fading the sands.

It was over.





Where. . . . Was she? She felt weighted, sinking, and floating all in the same time. She creaked her eyes open, so heavy she nearly gave up. A sky above, dark and blue and speckled with stars . . . Just like Traverse Town, the first world she had met another person after Lorna.

Marcus.


She felt so lost still, so new to everything. Lorna had kept her under close eye and even closer instructions, separate from most anyone that could hinder her path or deter her. But Marcus . . . He had nearly done both on the first two hours they had met.

If she had mind, she would have laughed at herself. He had given her just direction and area to shop, her own clothing not suited for the many days and nights she would travel. Even charged her a fee for assisting, one Mara had no issue in paying, as she should have. Two golden dangled earrings with a ruby studded in each plate. They meant nothing to her without her family. His eyes had gotten so big.

She finally learned what pants were that very same night.

They had both smiled and laugh when he brought them to the wrong store, both talking amiably. Mara couldn’t recall all her days before with how comfortably she’d ever spoken to another male outside of her family household and yet, there she was.

Then the Heartless attacked.

Mara felt a tear prick her vision.

She should have known where those Heartless came from, or more importantly, who summoned them. But she had never an inkling, never a doubt then about her saviour.

She felt so stupid.

Lorna opened a portal into the shadows, urging mara to flee while it was still safe . . . But Mara couldn’t bring herself to abandon Marcus, her new friend.

Her eyes burned. If only Marcus had told her what Lorna did then, snatching her away when they both weren’t looking, while she was incapacited . . . But even now the thought made her sigh. She wouldn’t have believed it then, had trusted Lorna too deeply. It would only strain their friendship.

“I’m so sorry, Marcus.” Her voice sounded distant in her own ears, making her feel heavier and lost in the sea of unconsciousness. Her breath released as felt the warmth of her shadows. A face flickered behind her eyelid.

A mess of red, feathery hair and the queerest of eyes she had ever seen.
Liseux . . . Before, back then, she had never known what a Nobody was. Perhaps that was all thanks to Lorna and her selective informing . . . But even Lisuex had not said a word, instead both cunning and warm and yet so dangerous. Mara felt herself swallow to keep her throat from being dry.

A master of refined metal, he was just as polite as he was arrogant, both refined and yet overbearing . . . It was easy to be in his prescence as it was unnerving, never knowing exactly what he would go at and yet always feeling his eyes on her. A friend whom Mara could trust and need keep her eyes open.

She never thought she’d storm a castle, yet with him, it seemed possible.

An echo in the wind faded towards her, just out of hearing range of what could have been understood. She tried . . . But it was too far. Who’s voice was it? She struggled to reopen her eyes, reminded of the woman that had given her strength and one she had once feared.

Lythia.

Stern, firm and ever straight faced, Lythia had given Mara little quarter when they had first met. But then again, Mara was synched with Lorna.  . . The second time. And the first she was terrified and never wanted to do it again willingly.

She had nearly killed the woman . . .and Yet, Lythia had still egged her on, seeing through Lorna’s controll and fear tactics to reach out to Mara.

And Mara fled.

Lorna had known then not to press the heiress.  . . Why, Mara knew not. But it was then that Mara finally felt alone, finally needing to grow without the mask.

For the first time, wanting nothing to do with her.

And then the knowledge came.

The dark sky above her form slowly grew a moon, a crescent, macabre moon that carved its way into the sky above.

Halloween Town.

Where she met Charon. Jack Skellington and half the residence of the world had chased her down, trying to kill her, she had thought then, or at least give her a heart attack, which was close enough. Then he came, another she feared. But he had revealed what he was, a human, mage if that, gifting her a shift stone so the residence would stop chasing her down.

If only she had looked in a mirror, she would have done Jack’s job for him and scream herself to death. Mara, Charon, and Jack had fought the greatest of the bad there and beat Oogie boogie, suffering a great deal in the end, but recovering . . .

Her eyes felt less heavy.

Had she really done that? Not the same Mara that most strenuous activity was cooking lessons and pouring tea with her and her mother . . .

No . . >That mara had drowned with her family long ago when the heartless attacked . . . When Lorna spirited her away.

Mara had survived . . .No . .Thrived!

She gasped, needing to feel the limbs that had pulled and summoned the very shadows from the wall to her beck and call to save her friends.  . . Toes curling, ready to step in and protect those she still held dear.

Marcus . . .  There were still so many adventures she wanted to share with him . . .Still so much she had to tell him  . .


Charon . . . .She wanted to smile and cry at the stories he told as if they were true, still half believing. She wanted to see his world and visit his master and his mage guild. She wanted to share her own words with him . . .


Lithia  . . .  She wanted to go and stay at her blue house in those familiar woods she trained in, helping the gunner and learning besides her.


Lisuex


Xaria


Mark


Ciel


Adelaide


She wanted to see them all again.

Her heart pounded in her chest, everything around fading as a blinding pink and red heart shined above her.

Her heart!

The realization made her gasp as she finally  ‘dropped’ feeling her body again and hearing the chaos around her of battle. The distant voice that had called out to her in that void resonating in her ears again as the heartless surrounded her small group. The others held them off as she saw the empty bottle of potion drop out of Marcus' hand.

“You’re back! Don’t scare me like that again!” Marcus yelled, both in anger and relief as the sand picked up. A blush rose to her cheeks as she felt her surroundings, the whirling sand dune beneath ground aching her left side as she pushed herself up, her shadows responding with her quaky movements before she caught her breath.

“R-right! Sorry!” she apologized, feeling her hand over her chest. The second wave of heartless had now been joined by two wyverns, their red like flighted creatures ready to strike.


The strong beats of her courage rang true.

She still had a job to do, speckled gold in her eyes looking around, still seeing no sign of Lorna . . .Only the ones she cared most about.

“Here we go!”
I figured I needed to boost up my baby's points . . . and I couldn't decide for which of her companions she should write with . . .


So I killed her 8D *is shot* Ok, no, Mara just felt a small game over screen. I figured, what does the gamer do when they reach game over? Reflect, stare in stupor? Mara thinks of all those that she's fought for, with, and those that fought for her. This is also a great summary of kinda where she is from before and now. Mara's app will be getting a definite overhaul in the next few days. This was really fun to write . . . <3

Mara belongs to me
Every respective character belongs to their respective owner (*is writing this near 1am, I'll get it collected properly . .. . in the morning OTL)
you can find her at :Iconkh-reopened.deviantart.com

Wordcount: 1,354
POint conversion if I'm not mistaken := Wordcount . . . .

Holy crap, I hope that's right, cuz then I can start entering more characters and add to her app :'D
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