This story takes place in a desolate future. In this future, when Sora and his crew attempted to take on a melded form of Xemnas, Master Xehanort, and Ansem SOD they were defeated. They and their enemy were sent into darkness. But the consequences of their battle did not only affect themselves. The whole universe, Dark, Light, and In Between, have been shifted. The fragile balance that had been achieved is now in chaos. And from chaos arises a new threat.
The only ones capable of taking this threat on a group of kids who have never even heard of Keyblades.
Prologue
It was night, or rather morning had yet to start. The darkness just lasted. A castled stood
in the middle of nowhere. A skinny path broken and nonexistent in some parts. The doors hung ajar. The white rooms where undisturbed in the most part. It was quiet.
Then in an instant the calm was broken. A tremor shook the castle, and inside the largest room the white floors became a swirling mass of black and deep purple. Climbing from the darkness like demons from Hell were, people. Some fell, unable to stand. This was their first steps on solid ground for quite some time. Others strode forward goals already inside their minds and their beloved already in their hearts. For many they had been lost for so long that any semblance of humanity had disappeared. Instead they roamed on arms and legs like animals, darkness dripping off their bodies like blood.
One man strode forward from the pit of darkness. He stood proud and strong. His cloak was that of pure black, a hood covering his head. His arms stretched out and reached forward; fingers grasping the air. Every person who had just risen from the abyss froze. The man raised his arms, lowered them and began chanting. The bodies, all the people who had just rose from the darkness, swayed in time perfectly together. As the man finished they all collapsed like puppets whose strings were cut. Without another word the man walked forward, boots thudding loudly on the white floors, echoing and echoing.
He walked and walked, passing hallways and closed doors, finally reaching his destination. A room in once called the Chamber of Waking. The room was empty. Only one large chair sat in the middle, chains floating, covering everything. The man stepped toward the piece of furniture as if to take a seat. Instead, he raised his arm high, and in a flash of light a Keyblade appeared in his grasp. The hilt was black, the rest of the blade a mixture of white and gray, as if darkness was straining to stain the rest of it. The man walked behind the chair and thrust the Keyblade forward. A Keyhole blinked into existence. Its glow was dim and flickering. As the Keyblade and Keyhole met a bright light engulfed the whole place. The castle and the dark fringes surrounding it.
The white walls flickered between a white, and a group of colors. A real castle, a place that hadn’t been laid eyes upon in a long time flashed into existence. There was quiet, then a loud screech. The sound of something breaking. The man removed his Keyblade and turned to examine his handy-work. The castle was now an abomination. The chains did not disappear; instead they hung broken and ruined from what they once locked. The walls, floors, and ceilings now a mixture of white and black, undecided. The man took a seat on the throne and whispered under his breath.
The bodies that lay on the floor rose and began to walk. They found their way to the man’s chair and stood before him. With a flick of his hand they bowed before his throne.
“This is my army. The army of the Fallen,” the man declared. The bowing bodies yelled and screamed. The sound was bitter and painful. One woman in the front row shed a tear. The glittering drop rolled down her face wetting the tips of her bright blue hair.
This story takes place in a desolate future. In this future, when Sora and his crew attempted to take on a melded form of Xemnas, Master Xehanort, and Ansem SOD they were defeated. They and their enemy were sent into darkness. But the consequences of their battle did not only affect themselves. The whole universe, Dark, Light, and In Between, have been shifted. The fragile balance that had been achieved is now in chaos. And from chaos arises a new threat.
The only ones capable of taking this threat on a group of kids who have never even heard of Keyblades.
Prologue
It was night, or rather morning had yet to start. The darkness just lasted. A castled stood
in the middle of nowhere. A skinny path broken and nonexistent in some parts. The doors hung ajar. The white rooms where undisturbed in the most part. It was quiet.
Then in an instant the calm was broken. A tremor shook the castle, and inside the largest room the white floors became a swirling mass of black and deep purple. Climbing from the darkness like demons from Hell were, people. Some fell, unable to stand. This was their first steps on solid ground for quite some time. Others strode forward goals already inside their minds and their beloved already in their hearts. For many they had been lost for so long that any semblance of humanity had disappeared. Instead they roamed on arms and legs like animals, darkness dripping off their bodies like blood.
One man strode forward from the pit of darkness. He stood proud and strong. His cloak was that of pure black, a hood covering his head. His arms stretched out and reached forward; fingers grasping the air. Every person who had just risen from the abyss froze. The man raised his arms, lowered them and began chanting. The bodies, all the people who had just rose from the darkness, swayed in time perfectly together. As the man finished they all collapsed like puppets whose strings were cut. Without another word the man walked forward, boots thudding loudly on the white floors, echoing and echoing.
He walked and walked, passing hallways and closed doors, finally reaching his destination. A room in once called the Chamber of Waking. The room was empty. Only one large chair sat in the middle, chains floating, covering everything. The man stepped toward the piece of furniture as if to take a seat. Instead, he raised his arm high, and in a flash of light a Keyblade appeared in his grasp. The hilt was black, the rest of the blade a mixture of white and gray, as if darkness was straining to stain the rest of it. The man walked behind the chair and thrust the Keyblade forward. A Keyhole blinked into existence. Its glow was dim and flickering. As the Keyblade and Keyhole met a bright light engulfed the whole place. The castle and the dark fringes surrounding it.
The white walls flickered between a white, and a group of colors. A real castle, a place that hadn’t been laid eyes upon in a long time flashed into existence. There was quiet, then a loud screech. The sound of something breaking. The man removed his Keyblade and turned to examine his handy-work. The castle was now an abomination. The chains did not disappear; instead they hung broken and ruined from what they once locked. The walls, floors, and ceilings now a mixture of white and black, undecided. The man took a seat on the throne and whispered under his breath.
The bodies that lay on the floor rose and began to walk. They found their way to the man’s chair and stood before him. With a flick of his hand they bowed before his throne.
“This is my army. The army of the Fallen,” the man declared. The bowing bodies yelled and screamed. The sound was bitter and painful. One woman in the front row shed a tear. The glittering drop rolled down her face wetting the tips of her bright blue hair.
Hope you liked it. Chapter 1 coming soon!