S4R: This is something that I have been working on for the past year. It is the pinnacle of my writing and I only hope that people enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This will have three parts to it, with a healthy amount of chapters each. This first part is called Marble Glare, and this is the first part of my trilogy. I call my trilogy. . . The Session of Shadows.

Disclaimer: None of the characters, references, or worlds in the game are mine. All I have rights to are the plot, my original characters and my original worlds.

Preface

What a way to end a tragedy.

Deep within the furthest depths of terror we walked, battling creatures of only the most evil along the way. I think I've realized by now, that maybe how far we have gone is too far in.

It's a dead stare. A cold and emotionless one; one that could only be brought upon by the deepest and darkest despair. I want to look away, but I thought if I did, he would fade into nothing. That was the last thing I wanted, for him to fade away.

The princess I have traveled so far with is kneeling down by him, shaking him lightly and whispering his name again and again. I desperately want to move, but my legs are made of lead. I want to speak. but my tongue is made of stone. The princess looks up at me, tears in her eyes as she bites her lip. She has given up.

I close my eyes, and fall into a sitting position. It's almost like I've pried my eyes shut, so I don't have to look at him anymore. It's too much for me to bear. This is it; this is the time to give up.

I don't want to look at him, because I already know what will be staring me in the face. That blank, dead stare; a stare almost resembling what somebody of the undead would look like. The crimson pool around his body would probably be much bigger by now, along with the dark purple that would probably cover most of his pale skin.

I must be going crazy, because I'm hearing a voice now. It's a low, evil voice that is getting louder and louder. I open my pried eyes up instantly, and the princess gasps loudly and backs up.

His menacing eyes and his evil smirk do nothing to conceal his identity. I can't say or do anything, as he begins making his way over to my fallen companion. I look over, and I see the princess mimic me, collapsing into a sitting position and looking at him blankly. He grabs my friend by his bloody top, and smiles darkly.

I see he's dead.

He isn't dead!

He might as well be.

You. . . I. . . BRING HIM BACK!

Your insolence kills me!

You think this is funny?!!

I clash weapons with him, fighting to keep my ground as he begins to laugh. He shouldn't be laughing. This isn't a laughing matter!

Once he awakens, he'll come crawling back to me, begging for that half of him that he lost.

Is this another riddle?? Because I'm not following it!

I'll KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT!!

Ngggggg. . .

"SORA!!!!!"

What a way to end a tragedy.