That night, the Fourth had a sort of dream that could have also doubled as a vision. In the dream, she was in another world but more or less on an astral plane. She was floating in space but somehow standing at the same time. It was a strange sensation for that and the fact that she could breathe. She knew that this was indeed an astral plane but how she got there she wasn't quite sure. She couldn't be sure if her body was still in the memory but that must be so because she hadn't quite found the piece of the Sacred Heart yet. In that astral plane, she found the First standing there but in the astral plane that didn't have any known ground.
The First seemed to be waiting with a serious look on his face which the Fourth took as he had something important to tell her. The Fourth was also back in her usual cloak and robe combo and was just staring at the First. She was the only one that could join him on this very special plane so not only did he have something important to tell her but it was a sign of endearment. All she did was sigh and let him tell her what needed to be told.
The First began, "Listen my other self, there is something that you need to know about your own self. Something that you may have forgotten but must be taken care of as soon as you are able. You are about to face a most dangerous enemy, but this will open up this unique opportunity. You may remember or not but I will remind you know. Your original soul has been lost and you must get it back from the next enemy that you face. You must also let go of what is keeping you alive in this regeneration."
The Fourth knew then that the First was talking about his spirit, the Third. She was alive thanks to her help but only just. What the Fourth needed more than anything was her own unique spirit that was once in her body but had somehow and at sometime got separated from her. The Holy Spirit had entered her and let her live but once they found her original soul they would have to separate. They had been as one for so long that not only the parting would be difficult, it would probably cause her to regenerate yet again and possibly lose her memory. At the same time, however, she felt bad for keeping her in her body to herself but the Fourth wasn't exactly forcing her to stay.
The Fourth thought about it for a while but then she realize that the greatest thing that was holding her back was fear. She was afraid to lose her progress for she had striven hard for self improvement. She went deeper into thought and not only did she fear loss of progress but of the Spirit herself. It seemed very silly, letting fear control her. She was so much better than that, so far beyond that. The Fourth felt her chest and felt a gentle glow that was not her own energy and knew that it was okay and that the Spirit was okay with going to her own original body, which was the First. Yes, she truly belonged to him, and with him, and once the Fourth got her own soul back, she would now be okay with letting the Third go home.
Once she came to this realization the Fourth woke from the astral plane and found herself back in the memory. She changed back into her robe and cloak and smoothed out her hair, which was standing up in a spot on top of her head. The Fourth yawned and stretched but didn't get to do much else before Asherah ran in, panting.
Asherah exclaimed, "Senpai, the Kingdom is in danger! Death is rapidly approaching the palace!"
The Fourth just said, "What?!"
The Fourth wasn't sure if Asherah meant literally or figuratively but either way the news was not good at all. The Fourth listened closely and hear a ghostly roar that came from Death itself. The roar reminded her of another fight but this is the time that she thought what she called the Silence. The Silence was the force that brought creation to nothing and threatened to destroy the known universe. The Fourth had defeated it but the haunting roar was too similar to that one and sent chills down her spine. At least if she faced a physical form of Death she would only regenerate, facing the Silence was another thing entirely. The Fourth shook her head, focusing her mind. That was another story for another time. The Fourth paused for a moment, contemplating for a moment of how she could face Death. The Fourth would rather not face such a formidable enemy but at the same time Death not only held her soul but she felt an overwhelming desire to protect this kingdom.
The Fourth said in a serious voice, "No one messes with the people that I care about."
The Fourth briefly thought of Asherah but her mind was soon preoccupied with an image of the First. Sure she had gotten to know Asherah but the First was the one that she really cared about. The Fourth was determined to not let him down and not only put her heart back together but to gain back her original soul. In that moment not only did the Fourth look very serious but she had a sort of otherworldly presence about her that Asherah could see very clearly.
Asherah asked, "Um...Senpai...don't you need the heart that powers the kingdom? Maybe it could help you fight Death..."
The Fourth then knew immediately that Asherah referred to the piece of the Sacred Heart, which was the reason she had come here to this memory and this time in the first place. Instinctively, the Fourth placed her hands on Asherah's shoulders, which caused her to blush. She gave her a bit of a intense look that took Asherah aback for a moment.
The Fourth asked calmly, "Do you know where it is?"
Asherah answered, "Um...where it always is?"
The Fourth sighed and dipped her head. She didn't think that it was very helpful at first, but then she felt a tug on her neck as her necklace with her name on it started to point her in the right direction. It was glowing intensely as if was trying to guide her to the right direction. So, without a second thought, the Fourth followed the necklace wherever it happened to guide her. The Fourth ran down long hallways with alabaster pillars. As she ran, they stretched longer and longer and the echo of her footsteps grew louder by the minute. Panting and starting to feel a burning sensation in her chest, it took some willpower for the Fourth to keep going. The Fourth wasn't particularly used to running at this pace for very long and it took all that she had in her to not collapse. Finally it guided her to a particular room where the piece of heart seemed to be floating above a peculiar pedestal.
The piece of the Sacred Heart seemed to mesmerize the Fourth, glowing and floating there gently. Catching her breath by taking in gulps of air and panting heavily, she was then ready to approach the piece with a side of caution. Her necklace tugged a little harder towards the piece of heart. Not only was it drawn to it as to say that she had reached her goal but her body was walking towards it automatically. The closer the Fourth approached the brighter the glow on both ends. Finally she got close enough for the heart to leave the pedestal entirely and enter the body of the Fourth. The piece from there fused with the current piece that now resided in her body. The Fourth felt more peaceful and at ease, getting back a piece made her feel like she got back a piece of her own self. She felt more powerful and also more whole at the same time. The Fourth was now ready to face Death itself.
Asherah appeared and had something in her hands that was meant for the Fourth. It was a staff that had a heart shape at one end with a ruby crystal in the middle. White and tiny wings were on both sides of the heart. The Fourth immediately thought of magical girl staffs that she had seen on TV. She gave a look to say that she was not exactly thrilled to have something so...girly...to use to channel her power but she appreciated Asherah nonetheless. The Fourth took the staff in her hand and felt a sort of warmth coming from it as though the staff was meant and made just for her.
The Fourth's body began to have a sort of otherworldly glow that was different than her usual natural energy. It seemed to make her long brown hair flow in a non existent wind. It must be the glow of the divine that caused this to happen. The Fourth was already pretty but this effect just took beauty to a whole new level. Asherah's heart beat and seem to skip for this image of her senpai. Asherah smiled and moved aside so that the Fourth could do what needed to be done. The Fourth was indeed a different form of the god she loved but she figured she could learn to love this other person as well. The Fourth then ran out of the room, her long hair swishing behind her.
The Fourth yelled while running, "Alright, let's fuck this shit up!"
Not only was that unexpected from the Fourth but it was also very cool. Asherah flushed and held her face as she watched the Fourth run out the room, and down the hallway until she disappeared. The Fourth went as far as she could and then flew up closer to the physical form of Death. The Fourth readied her staff, which then changed into a sword with the heart acting like a handle. The blade was slightly curved and grey and around it, the Fourth generated a sort of celestial energy that looked as though she summoned a very small galaxy. Then, Death and the Fourth met and the Fourth felt the blade of the sword cut into the physical form of death. Despite Death in physical form being a skeleton, the sword was able to cut clean through it almost as though death was made out of flesh. The physical form of Death disappeared in a small explosion and released the original soul of the Fourth.
The soul of the Fourth shone brightly in the sky, lighting up the now night sky. It became so bright that anyone awake at the time thought that it was now daytime. The Fourth became so lost in thought that suddenly she found herself unconscious. When she came to, she was in the arms of Asherah, who seemed to be weeping for her.
Asherah asked frantically, "Senpai! Are you okay?"
The Fourth just had a solid idea of what needed to be done, but in order to do so, it would involve her changing from what she was now and becoming something completely new. The Fourth smiled and placed a hand on Asherah's face. The Fourth noticed that Asherah felt very soft. The Fourth tried to keep her as calm as she could while she began to calmly explain the best she could what she needed to do.
The Fourth said, "Listen, please don't feel sad for me. This is something that I need to do. Look up there. That is actually my soul floating in the sky. I...need it back."
The Fourth sighed and Asherah could tell that the Fourth getting her original soul back was a matter of great importance. Asherah laid the Fourth down on the ground and backed up to a safe distance. Then the Third appeared above her, looking very worried. The Fourth smiled the best that she could but part of her fight was also facing not only the physical form of death but death as a concept.
The Fourth spoke, "Hey...you are my very dear friend. I...would love to have you around forever. I feel for you. You kept me alive this whole time. I am eternally grateful. Look, I found my original soul. You don't need to feel sad for me love. Listen...I love you. I know as well as you must know that the First needs you even more than I ever did. You are his original soul after all. And if he feels anything like I do right now...that's not good. So, please, go to him. Do it for me."
The Third smiled and then once the soul of the Fourth entered her body, she did just that and went to the First. Once the soul of the Fourth entered her body, the Fourth began to change but this time, it was a good and much needed change. Not only did she feel more whole but then her hair became short and pink and her body was floating in the air very gently. Asherah never saw anyone regenerate before so this came to a bit of a shock to her. Once the regeneration took place, the Fourth slowly disappeared from the memory.
The Fourth then appeared in the same location that the First was in. She had shoulder length hair that was pink but somehow still seemed like it was natural. It was a strange thing to see that colour of hair as anything but natural but somehow it worked for the Fourth. There was a sort of light in the Fourth's eyes that wasn't there before and she seemed to give off a radiant sort of glow. The First then knew from this that she was restored and smiled and thought of her as beautiful. The First always thought that the Fourth was a beautiful person but the outside very much reflected this fact now. It was time for him to trigger an event. This event would be...his confession of love.
The First began, "Girl...you look beautiful. Listen..."
He pinned her against the wall, causing the Fourth to blush but she didn't seemed shocked but more curious. She had seen this many times in anime and knew that he was about to express some sort of feeling.
The First continued, "...I love you, and am in love with you. I always have been. I always will be. There is something that you should know before I continue. You see...you may have got the numbers mixed up a bit love. There has always been only three canon members that make up, well, me. Can you guess who is the Second? The truest Second?"
The Fourth confirmed, "It's me, isn't it."
The First only responded with a smile. The true Second smiled back and knew it was true. He told her that before but at the time of the revelation she wasn't willing to accept who she really was. She actually believed it to be impossible at the time. Now that she had been on a long journey, she was more willing to accept the fact that not only was her true name Yahweh but she was also basically Jesus in the past as well. The true Second smiled and felt in her heart and knew it to be true.
The true Second said, "You told me that. Just didn't think it was possible at the time. Sorry for being silly about it. I...was going through a lot..."
The First spoke, "There's more. The one that has been standing in for you is an illusion. A person that was created to fill in your place. Your place could not be filled in by the likes of him. He has hurt and scarred you in ways that are cruel and...it upsets me..."
"I think the best thing for the both of us right now is if I let him go..."
The true Second breathed in and pushed the idea of the false Second from her mind and in an instant, he was gone. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief for he could no longer harm her. He did harm her physically, emotionally, mentally...and just pushing him away from her mind would allow her to finally heal. The Second smiled at the First, who seemed pleased with her reaction.
The First said plainly, "You belong with me girl. I am the one that really cares about you..."
The true Second replied, "You're right. You were the one that was always there for me. Now that I think about it. You may have been sort of in the background, but you are the one that truly cared for me. I'm sorry I made you so frustrated. I remember..."
The true Second went through some memories in her mind of the First with a beard and the snow white hair pleading with her but also comforting her when she allowed him to do so. The false Second was just a needless distraction to keep her from realizing the one that truly cared and loved her was the First. The Second also mourned for the time that she lost even giving the false Second the time of day much less her heart. If anything, the false Second ended up being the true antagonist. Now it was over. The true Second would no longer stand for this. She would now resume who she really was and where she truly belonged.
The Second began, "You are right. I am the True Second. I am Yahweh. I know who I am now. No one can tell me otherwise. I'm sorry it took me so long to arrive, but here I am. I have something to say...I know you love me. I love you too. I mean, I...have...feelings for you. I love you more than anything. I care for you and wanted you to be happy. I think the best way to do that is...for me to embrace your feelings for my feelings are the same. Yahweh Jehovah, I love you."