Journey to the Past [Ansem the Wise, pm to join] Jan 25, 2015 14:04:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 14:04:07 GMT -5
"This place doesn't even feel familiar."
After arriving in a blue luminous hue, Jasmine followed where heart felt it needed to be. Something told her this was the place; she was thinking about it before she left Traverse Town, but it didn't feel the same. It was daunting. In her humble brown gown and tan hajab, she felt at lost in the market; there were people here! She shouldn't be surprised at how much the world has grown; it's been years. Still it shocked her how the place of nightmares where she shut out for years had transcended above it. It gave a false sense of security knowing what had happened here some time ago; perhaps she needed to evolve like everyone else present and move on.
But a single name put her anxiety to rest; his name could bring a smile to anyone faces. He was the change and light that save her and this world, "Sora."
You never cease to amaze me.
He was the first domino to drop; it was evident his influences inspired others to revive this world.
I wish I could meet those who did this.
The cold chill she felt once disembarking vanished with a warm flush; she could just feel the radiant warmth and love put into the worlds restoration. Light was RAINING in a light trickle. Patting the corner of her eye dry, Jasmine sighed before carrying on with her mission. Perhaps those dutiful wonders took over the castle; it would be nice to step foot in there without seeing Maleficint's touch.
After asking several helpful denizens, Jasmine was pointed and instructed a route to the castle. She never had to travel there; actually she never left the castle during her momentary stay. After Sora destroyed the darkness the Princesses held back, he called it a Behemoth, Jasmine was hesitant in exploring the corners and halls of the castle. Even with their presence, the heartless still lingered, and Jasmine was mediocre with tapping into her inner light. Also she had a right to be fearful of the creatures knowing all the damages they done; being too naive and foolish can render her in another deep sleep.
She frowned remembering the dimly light halls. The Heart of Agrabah clutched to her clothes as she stood at the foot of the stairs. Her eyes scale them to see the main entrance.
"Jasmine, pull yourself together," she was nearly hunching like a meager homeless. The Princess saw a spitting image in her people; they used to cower before her thinking she was too holy to look in the eye; they found themselves sub-human and unworthy. It was a hard habit to coax them out of. Although she was born to 'power', she would hang it over them arrogantly. Here she was letting memories of the past loom over and over-power her. She shouldn't give the darkness, the heartless, Maleficent, or Ansem have power over her. It was a human reaction, but she needed to solidify herself.You're a Princess.A Princess never slouches.A Princess stands tall for sherepresents her family name andher people.
In this case, she not only stand and walk as Jasmine, Princess of Agrabah, but Jasmine, a Princess of Hearts. If she took the role seriously, she represented not only Agrabah, but all worlds and light. Although hardly anyone knew of their existence, she practiced to be a good example. If the Arabian Moon wanted to start a campaign in best of all worlds, she cannot let darkness shake her. After all, she wasn't afraid for herself; she feared what darkness who do unto people and what they would make her do.
To those who seek them out, they weren't people anymore, but trinkets, pieces to a whole. According to Sora, together with just six of them their hearts forged a keyblade to unlock hearts. Despite being versed with swords, Jasmine wasn't aggressive in nature; it didn't set well to be a weapon.
That's why she came here to discover the purpose of the Princesses of Hearts. Belle would've gotten a kick of exploring the library. What else was left of that place, that haven of darkness, Hallow Bastion?
Once reaching the door, she was taken back not to see any guards. Were they shifting shifts, or were there more reforms to this world beyond her imagination? Standing in the middle of the Entrance Hall, she looked about lost.
"Hello," she voice echoed; the stairs only led to a upper level, and if her memory was correct the library wasn't far. How much did she remember? Following curiosity, she ventured, while occasionally calling out to anyone.