"Please... Please find my son."
After those words, she left with her husband, and the children were left with Miller and Modeka. The tiny goddess of plantae curled her head one way, and then the other. All the players were placed, and the mission was set. Modeka brought her tiny hands up to her mask and curled her fingers under the creases, peeling down her white mask and revealing a pair of lips that the rest of the group had never seen before. The lower part of her face seemed to be a little brighter in tone and color than the rest. This development wasn't to be enjoyed for long.
Modeka opened her mouth. Air inhaled into her lungs.I remember the first time I stepped in, it was exhilarating.
In that sudden instant, everything went dark. No matter how they felt in that moment, slumber rose and snatched away consciouness.A place so vibrant, yet so frightening at the same time.
Slumber was replaced by dreams, of a gate, swallowing them up.Magic filled the very air, you could even breath it into your lungs.
Light burst in their visions as their sensations warped and tumbled. They were falling, falling from a sky.The creatures, the plants, everything. It was like a mirror to our world, but different.
The air rushing over their bodies felt different from how it should have. They didn't feel things on their skin, they felt it in their magic. The mana that permeated through them, that they felt shift to their whim was catching the air alongside the physical form.A world made on a need, and maintained on the whims of all-powerful beings.
For that matter, their clothes were gone, replaced with something else.You don't come to this place as you would come to your house or some distant land.
A platform approached quickly, a bright white thing, that looked like stone. It was coming at them fast.Your soul takes form. Perhaps not in the way you want, but in the way it wants you to be.
As the floor rose to meet them, everything became dark again.In simpler terms. You are the worth of your soul.
The pattering sensations of rain awoke them. From the floor they had settled on, one Miller could recognize from his first time to the Elementalia, they could see a vast expanse beyond them, of land and mountains. They were hovering over an entire world, something like their own, but not quite. The rain that touched them rolled down their clothes, but they didn't feel the chill. Instead, there was a small suffusion on their mana, as if the rain was not truly landing on their skin, but the mana under it. The air was somber, as it had been in Percival's room, but now it was on a limestone platform in the sky, being rained upon by the heavens ever so gently.
Miyuki, once she would give the time to look down at herself, would see she was wearing a white robe sashed into the form of her normal magical girl form. The trim and intricate designs along the edges were a gold color, and shimmered gently in the light. Her earrings had been replaced with a pair that bore the symbol similar to what Zulan wore on her forehead.
Ruarc was draped in a white robe, runes speckling up the back. He wore something similar to his normal druid attire, but it resembled the same colors as Miyuki's uniform. Save that his was designed like a tunic, with green strings of a strangly durable vine securing all of his clothing.
Raiko would find herself rather comfortable in her own attired, a typical Miko's outfit, made for a priestess of her kind. Japanese characters seemed to be stamped in gold up the trim of her upper body wear, while her hakama was one of the few articles of clothing among them that wasn't white and gold.
Riley's cloak still covered her, but she found she was wearing a fresh shirt underneath. Though most importantly, she was also wearing a fresh-pressed, pleated skirt, with girly stockings stretching from her thighs to her cute little girly shoes.
Sakura would find her vision momentarily blocked by a thick hood which rolled over her vision. She wore a comforting shirt, and a pair of archer's vambraces. She was like a white ranger, but without a bow.
Miller stood out from the rest as being not only armed, but armored. He was dressed in full plate, which shined in a bone white color, and was accented and curled with golden filigree that glittered against the water around them. A helmet had seemed to roll away from him, resting and being pittered on by the rain. He could recognize the design. What he was wearing was Michael's armor, except the metal was pressed and clean, and of different color. To his side was the shard-angel's sword, no sign of the shard-angel himself.
Coco had been the most interesting case of all. Before them was not the little girl they had come to know as the adorable undead, but a living one, who seemed about to be the age of her brother, Duncan. Her clothes were much akin to those she had worn when she was dueling Adrienne, but little red ribbons curled off on pockets and sleeves, giving it a bouncy look.
The had all come here, changed in some way, but now they were here alone, left to adjust to their new form and clothing.