Corruption Of The Moonstone

Into The Past

When the group awoken, they found themselves in a place of pure white.

"Where are we...?" Pickle groaned.

"I'm not sure..." Blaze pursed his lips and looked around as the surroundings suddenly faded and turned dark and hazy. "Roarian?"

"Hmm..." Roarian waited for their surroundings to change until they were suddenly in a room, with them glowing each a color. "It seems... that we have entered a subconscious mind,"

"But who's?" Blaze asked.

["Argh!"]

The group turned to see Crusher in the room, looking just as hazy as the surrounding as he struggled to rise a black from the ground.

"Crusher! You okay?" Blaze asked.

As soon as he tried to go to the dark blue truck, however, he suddenly went through him, like some kind of ghost. He glanced down at himself, shocked.

"W-What happened?!"

"This is not the real Crusher," Roarian spoke. "It's from a memory,"

"A memory?" Pickle asked. "Are we... in Crusher's mind?"

"Apparently so," Roarian nodded.

["Oh come on!"] they all turned back to the memory of Crusher still struggling to get in control of his powers. ["Why isn't it working?? Pickle said that it uses emotions! And I'm pretty mad now!"]

"Is... Crusher struggling to control the moonstone's powers?" Blaze asked.

"Ooh! I remember this!" Pickle gasped. "This was the night he first got the Moonstone. I heard him struggling, and I tried to help him, but he blocked the doors with rocks... for some strange reason," He then motioned to the rocks by the door.

"The corruption must have started when he first got it..." Roarian sighed.

"Poor Crusher..." Pickle sighed. "If we can't talk him through this, and he's too dangerous to fight, then what can we do?"

["That's it!"] Crusher sighed and fell on the ground in defeat. ["I give up! I'll never be able to control this stone in time for the race tomorrow!"]

["Never say never, young Moonstone wielder..."]

The group gasped as a small, light blue spirit girl appeared in front of Crusher, her dress reaching the ground while her hair was in buns as she glanced over at the dark blue truck calmly.

["Who are you?"] Crusher asked.

["I am Zhan Tiri,"] she introduced with a curtsy. ["And I am here to help you control your magic, young wielder,"]

"Wait... isn't Zhan Tiri the demon you talked about earlier?" Blaze asked.

"The very one..." Roarian gulped, ears pressed against his head.

["You? Help me?"] Crusher scoffed. ["What exactly can YOU do?"]

["You are using the stone to get back at your rival, are you not?"] Zhan Tiri questioned.

["Yeah...?"]

["But your rage isn't enough,"] Zhan Tiri spoke, a hand on his tire. ["I can help you, young wielder, to fuel it into destruction,"]

["Okay... but... why would you help me?] Crusher narrowed his eyes at her. ["We hardly know each other!"]

["It is my job, after all,"] Zhan Tiri fibbed with a smile. ["I come with the Moonstone, and I am tasked to help my wielders get in full control,"]