Gate of Memoirs/Deer Friend

This encounter does not seem to be a simple nightmare...
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Dragon's Roar"	Music: "Dragon's Roar"
 	
*The lady in purple sweeps her hand up, summoning an incredible orb of energy that threatens to obliterate everything in sight.
*Lady in Purple: Everything you ever loved and cared for will be ground to dust!
*Lady in Purple: And then...*I* shall be the ONLY one!
 	
*Lady in White: No...
*Lady in White: I won't let it happen again.
*Lady in White: I don't want to see another world devoured by this darkness.
*Lady in White: My poor, hollowed shell...Ensa...
*Lady in White: I forgive you.
 	
*Lady in Purple: What are you doing?!
*Lady in Purple: No! NO!!
*Lady in Purple: LET GO!!
 	
*Sero-Anya: Ah—
Portrait 	Dialogue
 	
*Sero-Anya: Mmpphh...
*Knocked unconscious and flat on her back, Sero-Anya is nevertheless mysteriously unhurt.
*She slowly gets to her feet, dazed from the blast.
Music: "Where it Rains"	Music: "Where it Rains"
 	
*Sero-Anya: They're gone...But I'm still here.
*Sero-Anya: Am I trapped? I wish I'd wake up soon...
 	
*?: ... ...
 	
*Sero-Anya: What...
 	
*A tall quadruped figure steps into view, bearing the torso of a female human, while her lower body was that of a large deer.
*Her magnificent bejeweled antlers shimmer in the dim light of the dark forest.
*Accompanying her are several wisps and fairy-like creatures, which dance in the air around her.
*The figure regards the small girl before her with a mixture of surprise and shock.
 	
*Deer Spirit: Who...Who are you?
*Deer Spirit: Impossible. You cannot be...
 	
*Sero-Anya suddenly feels an overwhelming desire to reach a hand out toward her.
*Something within her heart called out to this being; as if she were a long-forgotten friend.
 	
*As she does, however, dark energy begins to snake around her fingertips.
*Before Sero-Anya can react, it lashes out in a cruel whip toward the figure.
 	
*The wisps scatter, and the deer spirit takes a step back in horror before drawing her weapon—an enormous, decorated glaive.
*The act is not one of aggression, but one of reluctance and confusion.
 	
*Deer Spirit: Stop! Why are you doing this?
 	
*Sero-Anya: I-I didn't mean to!
 	
*Sero-Anya: (What’s wrong with me?)
*Sero-Anya: (I can't...control myself...!)
 	
*Shadows begin to slink and slither around the girl, forming wicked tendrils designed to rip and tear.
*An unpleasant jolt runs along Sero-Anya's spine. This feeling of...malice...is sickeningly familiar.
 	
*Deer Spirit: If your intention is to fight...
*Deer Spirit: I will not allow you to threaten the Vale!
*Deer Spirit: Do not force my hand. I will not say this again.
 	
*Sero-Anya: No...!