Erin woke with a shuddering gasp, bolting upright in her bed. Viridian. Where's Viridian? She had to find Viridian. They were about to die... and then...
And then what?
Where was she?
She looked around. She was in a small green painted bedroom. Strange clothes and open books were strewn about the floor. A desk leaned against the far wall and a dresser against the wall next to her. The bed she was sitting in was directly across from a white door with a plain brass doorknob.
"Erin! Come on! You're going to be late! Mr. Lopez is going to report you this time!" A male voice echoed from the other side of the door.
What... She stood up, patting around her body. Everything seemed to be intact. She was wearing soft, loose, blue pants and a soft gray shirt. It was uncomfortable to be wearing a color other than white, especially gray, the color of Sin. On her way to the door, she caught sight of herself in the looking glass by the desk.
Gone was the cream colored hair and sapphire eyes. In the place of the fearsome ten thousand year old Light warrior with the silver armor and Light blade feared across the universe was a teenage girl with rumpled auburn hair and green eyes.
"ERIN!"
Where was this? The Universe had Folded into itself. There shouldn't have been anything left.
The door slammed open. Erin snatched the nearest sharp object, a pair of scissors, off the desk and held it ready to throw.
"For God's sake! Erin, you're still in your PJs! Hurry up and get dressed!" A balding, middle aged man stood in the doorway, "What are you doing?"
He didn't seem to be a combatant. Or if he was, he probably wasn't very dangerous. She lowered the scissors, "Who are you?"
"Stop messing around and get dressed. You're already late for school. I thought you said you would be more responsible when you got your driver's license, not less." He gave her another glance and saw she wasn't moving, "All right I'll play along. Your father orders you to get dressed. You better not make me come back up here." He closed the door hard on his way out.
Her father? Her father had been killed by a Dark warrior seven thousand years ago, and he certainly didn't look like the man who had just slammed the door. Erin put the scissors back on the table. She felt naked without a weapon. She felt naked without Viridian to back her up.
Erin looked through the drawers in the dresser. Who was this girl her "father" thought she was? He'd called her by her name, but she'd never seen him before. Everything in the drawers were either blue or green. She dug around until she found a white blouse at the very bottom and a white skirt in another drawer. Finally, she was back in normally colored clothing.
Presumably he meant for her for her to go down to where he was, since he didn't want to go up again. She shrugged to herself. Might as well. Erin took the scissors and hid them in the waistband of her skirt before opening the door. The floor outside her room was covered with polished wood. She slowly and silently crept down the stairs, alert to any sign of danger.
The third step creaked loudly and she flinched to the side.
"Erin, I have to go to work! If you're not ready in one minute I'm leaving without you!"
