Yuki's POV
"The everlasting light that shines the brightest! Cure Radiant!" In a dimension smeared with color gleaming a radiant silver hue, I courageously strike a pose.
A blinding light illuminated and soon enough, I find myself back in reality, greeted by an familiar, but unwelcoming sight: the lamp post Daiabo stabbing me with its penetrating, red-eyed glare, an unconscious Matsumoto-san in its grasp, and Cide, wide-eyed in a tremendous fit of bottled-up rage.
A sigh of tender warmth parts from my mouth...
What just happened?
I was in this exact same spot moments ago, and then I find myself being the primary target of the Daiabo, only to end up in some weird magical field of silver and being given some strange bell that transformed me into-
Wait. That's right... that Lux Bell that small wolf gave me... it altered my... my...
This thought process instantly led me to stare at myself... or... was I still really myself? That was one question that nagged me as I digest my newly formed appearance... From frills to dove-like aspects like the fanned display of feathers on my headband and my waistband resembling a dove tail at the back...
The other question was: how were things gonna play out from here on out?
What should I do, now that I've acquired the position of a magical girl, or Precure?
"Hooray! You did it, Yuki, ~ru!" I find Lyruru landing on my shoulder, smiling widely. "Or... Cure Radiant, excuse me, ~ru."
"S-So, I am..." I focus my eyes down at my pale hands.
"A Precure, yeah, yeah!" Cide's voice echoed from a distance. I looked up at him from afar. "Hm, so you reawakened as a Precure before I was even able to get some blood on my hands! Yeah, yeah, big deal." He stumbled as he brushed his hands forward in a careless fashion.
The lamp post Daiabo growled, taking a half step forward as its central bulb flickered. Sparks materialized from its light as if signaling a warning, but this didn't faze me in the slightest. Not on my watch.
"Radiant..." That one word from Lyruru alone was enough to spark off the will within me-
To fight.
I shot a determined look at the Daiabo, not letting its appearance or the fact that it detained Matsumoto-san to the victim status intimidate me. Though, I did feel a spine-chilling sensation hover through my body. There's no denying that I was in a life-or-death situation.
"Get her, Daiabo!"
Instantly, the Daiabo hoisted its lamp post arm in the air before thrusting it towards me. In a fit of panic, stumbling, I sloppily evade its strike with a slapdash, but agile leap into the evening air. Instead, the globe-like hand smashes upon the ground where I once stood, cracks forming upon the ground's new deepened gash.
I gracefully land on the sidelines, legs huddled together and arms spread out in a neatly natural posture. The Daiabo navigates my presence from the side and looks straight at me before sliding towards my direction with a swing, but closing my eyes tightly shut in slight fear, I dodge with another leap. Upon another landing and another attack, more springs into the air came forth, all followed by perfect landings. One after the other; rinse and repeat.
Then, right when the Daiabo retaliated with a more poweed-up swing, I had performed another leap in this battle so far, only this time, the atmosphere around me felt more... free. More clear... More... airy.
I opened one eye, and then both spread wide open as I digested my surroundings: I was high up in mid air. Keeping that in mind, my face turns pale in evergrowing fright.
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Eternal Power Pretty Cure
Fanfiction***After 10 years, this fanseries has officially been discontinued, but you can catch its reboot, Viva la Vida! ❊ Pretty Cure, on Fandom of Precure wiki and my social medias!*** An introverted otaku, a ray of sunshine, an admired prodigy, a cool son...