William
*The remaining toys evaporate into darkness, their Hearts sucked into Sapphire's Keyblade. Silence falls as no further Heartless attack... But she can't guarantee none will attack later.*
Esther
Sapphire let out a soft sigh as she walked towards the loft bed placing a hand on it as she looked at the boy laying there. "Maybe if I?" She held her hand close to him soft light emitting from it as she casted cure on him. "Despite everything I will still help someone I don't know. For all I know you could be someone I must kill..." She let out a sigh after she finished with her spell,She glanced down at the keyblade in hand thinking to herself out loud. "Why are hearts drawn to you? And why are they giving me power? Is this what I will need to protect those form the light?"She turned away taking a look at the room which was now a bigger mess and something inside her snapped. 
"Okay this won't do I know this world is lost but this room really needs to be tidied up." Sapphire spent the next couple quiet moments cleaning.
William
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Several hours later... ```

*The boy's eyes flutter open. He's in his bed.*

*No, wait. This is wrong. He's in __his__ bed. No. No, no, no, no, no, no-*

*Sapphire feels a pulse of darkness as the boy raises his arm and grasps for something familiar: proof that his journey was more than a dream. Rather than the key he was reaching for, a double-edged serrated sword typically wielded by Invisibles appears in his hand.*

*It minimally comforts him. It's the wrong fucking weapon, and he's still back in this place. He springs up from the bed, floats slightly above it, and divides it in a single slash.*

*The destruction feels good. He can finally release his fucking anger. He wreaths his blade in lightning, then throws bolt after bolt at the wreckage of his bed. He renders the wreckage to cinders, the cinders to ash, the ash to dust. He didn't even hate this bed. He didn't even hate this room. But he thoroughly hates now what it represents for him. Clean, devoid of toys, in a slightly different layout, and a reminder of his powerless prior existence. No more fun, no more games. Just fighting to save a world that always thrusts disaster after disaster unto him and expects him to fix it. Oh, sorry. __Worlds.__*

*His golden eyes finally swivel, turning to Sapphire, who's standing next to a miraculously unbroken swivel chair. Perhaps she had been sitting in it? He flies to the ground several feet away from her and points his sword in her direction.*

"Who the hell are you, and why am I back here?!" *His voice and facial expression carry the energy of a cornered animal, ready to lash out.*
Esther
Sapphire let out a sigh as she watched the boy destroyed the room she had spent hours cleaning. Alas that was of no consequence as the cleaning was to pass the time than do anything of use. She pushing the sword out of her face as she gave him a full look over. Would it be worth her time to explain to this young man why she was here? She didn't even know why he was here yet he was threatening her at this very moment. 

She summoned her keyblade of hearts ready for battle incase he made the first attack at her. She was remaining silent her own golden eyes matching his. After a couple moments of silence she broke it.

"The Princess of Darkness, Sapphire." She continued to study him and his weapon and the destruction he held within himself as he made short work of the bed. 

"I'm the one who protected you as you slept, healed any wounds you might've encountered before my arrival." She kept a firm grip on the Keyblade of Hearts as she spoke once more her voice remaining calm as one would speak to a child who was upset or not wanting to listen to reason. "You were asleep for what was hours if not longer, the heartless could of made an easy meal out of you. Especially with all that darkness you have seething out." 

"Now young man would you be kind as to not point your weapon at me." She did not take kindly to being threatened but something inside her reminded her of a distant memory long gone. Was she perhaps at one point where he was?
William
*Princess of Darkness? He's been seething out darkness? That makes no sense; he uses light. Hell, when he went to go fight Fiora-*

*Oh. Realization dawns on the young man's face.*

"I'm sorry." *He looks ashamed as he tugs his weapon inwards. He's still reluctant to trust her, since she's the self-proclaimed "Princess of Darkness", but she claims to have been protecting him. And that look on her face... It reminds him of Master Aria.*

"I..." *He takes a deep breath.* "I'm really confused. I don't know where I am. I mean, I do, but... It doesn't make sense. Am I dead? Are you a psychopomp? And why'd you say I'm seething out darkness?"
Esther
Sapphire let out a sigh of relief as she allowed the keyblade of darkness to vanish in hand. She took a seat on the chair as she crossed her arms thinking to his questions. "First off calm your emotions and your breathing. No I won't say your dead at least from the sense that you are still drawing breath and can move. I'm not a psycho whatever." She'll have to look into the word he called her as she was unsure of what it was. 

She pointed towards a fragmented mirror for him to catch a glimpse of himself. "See for yourself young man." She crossed her legs as she kept her eyes on him. He has yet to introduce himself to her but that will come in time. He was clearly confused on the happenings going on. 

"We're safe for the time being so I am able to answers more questions you have to the best of my ability. So take some time to get everything worked out."
William
*The boy walks over to the mirror and peers at it. He looks like shit. He's pale, the bags under his eyes are more pronounced, his eyes have changed color for whatever reason, and worst of all, dark smoke trails off of him, likely due to his earlier outburst.*

*Okay. Leading hypothesis is that he's full of darkness. There's an easy way to test that.*

*He turns to the bed, extends his sword, and focuses. A searing pain fills him, but he pushes through it.*

"Holy!"

*A pillar of light strikes the pile of dust that was once his bed. He recoils. Merely casting it put a severe toll on him.*

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HP: 3258 -3017
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*Shit. That proves it. He takes a few deep breaths.*

"Thanks for saving me. I'm sorry I almost attacked you."
Norman
"My name's Dado. Me being like this isn't normal. I'm supposed to be a Guardian of Light, but..." *He lets out a frustrated sigh.*

"It's a long story. Is this the Realm of Darkness?"
Esther
Sapphire let out an audible scoff at the mention of Guardian of Light. The light is a plague and if not kept in check could... Could... What was it that it could do again. All she remembered was that the light did something. Watching him get hurt by the holy casted caused Sapphire to sigh as she stood.

"Yes you're in the realm of Darkness. And right now Dado something brought me to you in my search to quell the light. I..." She stopped herself. She shouldn't reveal what she is doing just yet to a stranger, him being a guardian of light can ruin what she is trying to work towards. "I just know something terrible happened but I can't recall what exactly." The children Sapphire remember the children and what happened to them. But she couldn't no matter how hard she tried the only thing she could find to say was. "My children..." She gave a small head shake as she looked back at Dado. "Forget it. I have more pressing matters, however you are clearly weak so I can't very well leave you alone here."