Emerged

Maxsodin opened her eyes and shuttered, as if coming out of a trance. She felt normal again. She felt like Max.
She stretched and yawned, sitting up. She was in a graveyard. Braxyd was sleeping between two other graves. His parents, she recalled. A deep sadness welled up inside her. It made her feel good though, to be able to feel again. It was only a matter of seconds before she allowed herself a nice long cry, allowing emotions to course through her body again.
She felt weak and exposed. It wasn't comforting, and it would take some getting used to, but she was willing to chance it.
She stood, feeling the cold grass tickle her bare feet. Briefly, she wondered where her boots were. She shrugged, not that it mattered or anything.
Her muscles were stiff. Flexing her fingers, she could still feel the power in them. She hadn't lost that, she thought a bit warily. Her own power had become her greatest enemy.
With a flourish, her Keyblade appeared. She held it tight, testing its balance. Memories rushed into her head at the touch of the Keyblade, memories of the battle and of Braxyd'd torchure and of everything she ever thought or said in her former, impassive state of mind. And yet she viewed these things with an opened mind, She viewed them with something she hadn't had in her past state: compassion.
She didn't take most of it to heart, though. She knew her past state had a twisted way of viewing things. Surely her memories from that life were twisted too.
Swinging her Keyblade, she liked the way it reacted to her touch. It was easy to wield, even being as weak as she was.
She smiled as her swings and thrusts became more complex, and her hours of training all came back to her. She swung low and neatly severed the head of a flower from the stem.
A soft laugh escaped her.
For a moment, she forgot all about the horrible things that were sure to come.
For a moment, her mind was free.