Eternal Power Pretty Cure

Chapter 20「Heart of Gold, Soul of Silver」

Everything is black. Not a single speck of light gleamed within this sea of reminiscent darkness.

"Hah, well, well... didn't expect you to show up, Cure Aureate: Warrior of Crystals." Caesar's voice resounded as a blaring echo. Emerging from pitch black was a vivid memory, flashing back to the night Eternal Power Precure fought a cursed Mystic Energy Precure.

In this flash to the past, Aureate held her ground before a fallen Radiant as she kept Corneilledore by her side and at the ready, glowering at the mobster boss before her in a towering sense of protection for the dove in defeat.

Everything faded to an intense black again, an eerie silence befalling upon this ominous flashback.

"Listen buddy, that little cursing ceremony of yours isn't happening. You better turn Mystic Energy Pretty Cure back to normal right now." Aureate's voice rung from the blackness, without a trace of a visual memory; an auditory memory, it seems.

Then, a memory surfaced into view. With a sharp graze of their weapons, Aureate and Cursed Victory clash in a heated face-to-face stance. Pitch black darkness and fierce silence quickly overtakes the flashback once more...

"Y-you... you did it." The faint echo of Radiant's purity broke through.

Memories coming to light again, Aureate proceeds to reciprocate the bittersweet smile loitering on the face of Radiant. Horror instantly followed as it clouted her face, overshadowing the surfacing smile with a gaped mouth of panic.

"RADIANT!" Aureate's call was hauntingly poignant as she shoved Radiant out of the dark sphere's path. Her scream was unsettling with an awful dread pitched in. Right as the sphere grazes her, everything dulls into blackness.

"Oh no!" Only Radiant's shriek of urgency was heard. "Don't tell me..."

Reminiscence overlaps the darkness and fades in again, revealing Aureate in a kneeling position, clutching her newly received wound as Radiant loomed over in an anxious fit.

"The sphere didn't completely strike me, so I won't be affected..."

Or so she thought.

Everything quickly goes to black once more. A sharp whistle noise begins to pick up amidst the blind darkness of memory.

"Don't worry..."

The noise increases in volume at this final statement of remembrance, growing intensely sharp as it penetrated auditory perception. This deafening sound and its dark accompaniment lead and cut to the present.

Back to the present, kneeling before the throne was Cursed Aureate, head bobbed down in silence as she genuflected before the ruler.

An haze of eerie silence occupied the throne room of the domain palace, lingering over the throne amidst the dark shadows. The obscured, shadowy figure was seated upon the throne as usual. The blazing blue mist oozing from the Treasure of Legend in his possession was the only source of true color within this chamber of shadow.

"Cure Aureate." The figure began, his voice echoing from the shadows and throughout the large room of darkness.

Cursed Aureate's slowly reveals her only visible empty void of deep red before perking up from her stance, her eye piercing into her new master.