Guilty Escape

A New Form

Frost…

I flickered open my eyes and gasped as I stared at a bright blue sky.

"No! I-I overslept!" I shouted as I stood. I blinked twice and felt lighter than normal. I gasped as I reached for my swords. They were missing.

"Frost Bite! Guilty Blade! Where are they?" I frantically searched but I couldn't find them. I snarled. "Wu must've stolen them!" I snarled and started running back to the town. I gasped and stared at the horizon. The landscape had changed, and now the statue and I were on a mushroom-like cliff. The drop must've been at least a couple hundred feet.

I blinked twice in amazement.

"Looking for these, nephew?"

I gasped and turned. Uncle Zane stood behind me, my blades in his hands. Zane was missing his angel wings and halo. I smiled as I saw him and walked to him, taking my swords.

"It seems I can only show myself in your dreams. I cannot explain why…" He said as he looked up to the statue.

"Maybe it is because I am in Elzmara." Zane nodded. I frowned. "Hey… didn't mom say she could only see you in your dreams?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"…It is just a hunch… but… what if mom never died…?" Zane's eyes flashed and stared into mine, a feeling of seriousness in them. I frowned.

Was that a tint of… red in his eyes?

"I think that the cliff mom fell from… was just a portal to enter Elzmara…" I said as I glanced to the sunset. Zane seemed to smirk, and then he laughed. But it wasn't his laugh. It was sinister.

"Uncle Zane?" I said with concern as I took a few steps away from him.

"Thanks, 'nephew'." He said with a nasty sneer.

"U-Uncle?" I asked shakily as I continued to step back.

The sky turned from bright and sunny, to evil and black. The grass changed to a color similar to blood. I gasped and held my swords in my hands. Zane stepped towards me, taking slow yet sure steps. His body shimmered and black mist rose from his feet up, slowly revealing Guilt. I gasped and shook my head. He laughed as I reached the edge of the cliff, making a few crumbs of soil to fall down the drop. I looked down and suddenly felt queasy, so I returned my gaze to Guilt's ruby eyes.

"Why…? How…?" I whispered as I stared. Guilt held a hang out in front of him, and Guilt Blade vanished from my hand with a burst of black mist. It reappeared in his hand, and he pointed its tip, lightly tapping my chin with the cold black tip.

"I will answer your questions, only because I honestly feel you should not have been absorbed in all of this." Guilt said with a demonic yet Zane-like voice.

"First, How. I have trailed you ever since your tenth birthday. Kept an eye on you." He said with a smirk.

My eyes trailed to Guilty Blade. I gasped and widened my eyes. "You mean…?"

He laughed. "Yes, young Frost. I change into your beloved sword. Have you not noticed how it gets weak when I am around?"

I swallowed, returning my gaze to Guilt's eyes.

"Now, for Why. I wanted to know how Asuna could still live in Zane's mind when she fell from that horrid cliff. I kept you alive just so you could figure it out. I knew how smart you were, and I knew you would pick the lock eventually."

"So…" I clenched my fists. "You were taking the form of my uncle this whole time… I never really saw him…" Guilt smirked, revealing his white, razor sharp teeth. "So… that was you singing on the cliff… not my uncle…"