Our story starts off in destiny islands.....

Chapter:1 The beginning.

(I can contrive Ohr in your direction, if you'd like?)

(Sure. I'm interested to see just how you do it, as well.)

"You guys are so noisy..."

 

Fixing his glove, Corrde began to walk away. The voice beside him spoke:

 

"Why? Why leave them? Isn't there something you need to do?"

"Yeah. Get food. The fridge is out of stuff."

"No, no. Remember what you promised? Start making some bonds here!"

 

Corrde stopped and scanned the area. A small black cat to his right stared at him with piercing eyes. He stared back, coldly.

 

"Are you seriously going to make me do that? I work better by myself, you know."

"It'll be an interesting experience. You've only emerged yourself in the lonely pits for years." The cat seemed to speak.

"What do you care about that?"

"Lots. A lot more than you know. I'm more than a whisper in your head. I'm your conscience."

"Not convinced."

 

For a short while, Corrde looked back at the group. He almost took a step in their direction, but hesitated.

Wonderful, Rini was alone now with some other girl that looked like a wimp. (Hikari)

"Well talk to you guys later!" She exclaimed, starting to run off from the crowd.

She needed to get to her house or something.

Options options.

 

The small door that led to Destiny's Steakhouse (yeah, real original) wasn't really a breakfast place, but Corrde couldn't deny the smell of meat. A swift order of ribs had him chowing down the meat in minutes, and before he knew it his reciept came.

Heaving a large sigh, Corrde handed over his munny and headed back out. He felt... bored. The day seemed so uneventful after his meeting with those people, and something he hadn't felt in a while afflicted him.

 

Yearning.

 

Corrde summoned his Keyblade. Softly, he recited the words he'd heard years previously...

 

"In your hand, take this Key. So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking, its wielder you shall one day be. And you will find me, friend—no ocean will contain you then. No more borders around, or below, or above, so long as you champion the ones you love."

 

He couldn't remember the woman who'd recited it to him. The face and the name were unclear to his mind. But, he remembered her words, almost soothing to the ears. What did they mean? Who was she?

Hikari's Pov: 

 

'Great.' I thought. I turned to look at the two remaining people the girl said the boy's name was 'Oracle' if I recalled correctly. 

'Man this is awkward how the hell do I get out of this?' I thought to my self. 

Seeing no other option I started walking in another direction. 

"I hope I find someone whose actually helpful." I said

(Sure. I'm interested to see just how you do it, as well.)

(You got it.)Ohr trudged down the beach, considering his options for where to go next. He originally planned on going out to the island as it was in the same direction as he was going anyway, but maybe the town was the way to go. It might even have a pub for-"YOU LEFT ME!" With his hands over his ears, Ohr collapsed to his knees. The words were shouted in his mind, leaving treacherous echoes ringing through his mind."No." He whispered. "You're gone."He force himself up. She was gone. But if she wasn't...He had to check. There had to be something still there. That's where they had fought. She had to still be there. With gritted teeth, Ohr summoned his Keyblade and made a Light Corridor before him. After a moment's hesitation, he jumped through, ending up on the streets of The World That Never Was, Keyblade ready.

Oracle watched as the group that they faced suddenly spread to different directions. "...I should've killed them all."Oracle hissed to himself as Jean looked up. "That isn't something very wise to do in the light of day,so I hope you do know that."Jean muttered. Oracle gave a heavy sigh as he glanced up into the sky and smirked lightly. "Right. Lets head to see that contract of ours."Oracle finally decided as he nudged Jean for her to follow him. "Do you know where he is?"Jean asked. "Of course. Follow me."Oracle insisted as they walked back. They walked back to the beach area,where Oracle leaded Jean to the part where the high ground turned into small cliffs and eroded rocks where the waves would crash against it. Right between the rocks they found a small cave that was visible due to the tide being low at the moment. "Right over here."Oracle whispered. Jean couldn't help but to cover her nose slightly with her hood. The exotic scent of algae,sea-weed,salt and humidity mixed together into one to different scents was overwhelming for someone who was used to the scents of a decaying city of alcohol and pirates. As they walked deeper into the darkened cave,being careful not to slip on the rocks,Oracle summoned his keyblade and used fire magic on it to create a small light. Eventually they found a flight of stairs,which they walked up to find a rounded room filled with old bookshelves and books written in ancient tomes and tongues. Most of the books decayed and unable to be read due to them being soaked within sea water,most were just a mush of what was left of the book covered in sea-weed and growing algae. In the middle of the room there was chair where someone sat,an elderly figure who wore a long cloak that covered his entire body,even his face seemed to be hidden due to the hood shadowing him in the already darkened cave. "Hey old man! We're here! You better have what we're looking for?"Oracle asked. The old man,who was seemingly rocking back and forth,suddenly stopped,turning his head slowly to face the two. "...oh...keyblade wielders..."The old man whispered as he stood up from his chair. "...are you here...to save the world...?"The old man asked,his voice ever so low and raspy. Before Jean could ask,Oracle had already spoke for her. "Yes,we have come all the way from our home after hearing the rumors that you have the location of a weapon that can save the worlds from the darkness."Oracle said. The old man seemed to nod silently as he searched around the bookshelves,muttering under his breath as he took out a rather slim book,looking more like a journal because of how slim it was. Its cover seemed to be made out of various leathers or skins...all sewed up together into different pieces,making a patched pattern. "I know.. The book knows. I've tried to destroy it so people can't reach it. It won't let me. Would you help me? If you can fix the worlds then we will be able to put all of these negative thoughts behind us and the people of the worlds will finally regain their original lights,like the ones within children's hearts. But we need to make sure no one gets it. Yes?"The old man whispered as his body trembled as he opened the book,flipping around the delicate looking pages. Oracle suddenly took the book out of the old man's hands,taking a look for himself. "Hm..."Oracle muttered as he chuckled and turned over to the old man. "Don't worry. We will make sure that no one gets their hands on the sacred treasure of Kingdom Hearts."Oracle smiled. Suddenly the light of his keyblade went out. The sound of a loud grunt and liquid splattering the ground echoed against the walls of the cave. "...Oracle?"Jean muttered as she stared into the darkness. She felt Oracle wrap his arm around her shoulder as he started to lead her away through the darkness. "Don't worry. We have what we need. We don't need this place anymore."Oracle insisted. Jean glanced over at the Oracle to her side,able to see his face as they exited the cave and the sunlight illuminated down on them. He had a splash of blood on his right cheek,and it wasn't his. "What's with the book?"Jean asked,not really wanting to ask about the blood. "Oh this?"Oracle asked as he casually waved the now bloody journal around. "It's a map."Oracle said as he opened the book. "To the X-blade."

As luck would have it, Ohr came out right in front of Hisale. Of course, having some random person just appear out of nowhere had quite the expected effect on Hisale, as expressed by how high he jumped upon seeing him. He quickly summoned his keyblade, and pointed it at Ohr. "Now, I would suggest you explain who you are, and why you are here." he said, keyblade still pointing at Ohr. When he noticed the keyblade, he added, "Oh, so you're a keyblade wielder. That answers my third question, had I asked it. But for now, just answer my two questions."

"X-Blade........ah yes, the weapon........that will change the Worlds themselves." said the man in the Black Coat from before, still sitting on-top of the tree that he was but now eating Sea Salt Ice Cream and whilst being all alone in the Darkness both at and/or of night-time.

Rini got home safely, putting her jacket on and looking at herself in the mirror.

"Now nobody will recognize me!" She exclaimed spinning around.

Her stomach suddenly growled and she looked down at it.

"Im hungry..." She muttered, then heading out the door again.

Oracle and Jean's attention quickly turned to the man on the three. Jean was quick to summon her keyblade and point it at the man. "You were following us?"Jean asked. Oracle glanced at the man with a curious gaze as he got his hand on Jean's keyblade,lowering it lightly as he closed the journal and got it within his jacket for safe keeping. "So you know about the X-Blade then."Oracle hissed as he glared at the man. Not many people knew about it. Oracle had only heard rumors over the years as the people started to want to keep the light to themselves. This included people who had been born within the light and simply wanted to keep it away from those of the darkness. Those leads led him here in the first place. It was a scarce legend that only certain people knew about,but after finding this journal,there was now a possibility that it could be real. "You're speaking of that old legend that has been going around the worlds. Are you looking for it too?"Oracle asked as he got his hands in his pockets. "Because we would very much like to know what you know."Oracle smirked.

Oracle and Jean's attention quickly turned to the man on the three. Jean was quick to summon her keyblade and point it at the man. "You were following us?"Jean asked. Oracle glanced at the man with a curious gaze as he got his hand on Jean's keyblade,lowering it lightly as he closed the journal and got it within his jacket for safe keeping. "So you know about the X-Blade then."Oracle hissed as he glared at the man. Not many people knew about it. Oracle had only heard rumors over the years as the people started to want to keep the light to themselves. This included people who had been born within the light and simply wanted to keep it away from those of the darkness. Those leads led him here in the first place. It was a scarce legend that only certain people knew about,but after finding this journal,there was now a possibility that it could be real. "You're speaking of that old legend that has been going around the worlds. Are you looking for it too?"Oracle asked as he got his hands in his pockets. "Because we would very much like to know what you know."Oracle smirked.(Is it my character your characters are talking towards Stardustblade?).

@Iam,yes. Sorry,I should've quoted to be more specific

(Nah, it's all good :].).

 

"Old legend? hmm........heh heh, so, THAT'S how it is here, is it? literally....fuu fuu." said the old man, still sitting on-top of the tree, as he merely ignored both Jean and Oracle's questioning both towards and/or of him, especially about the X-Blade before the old man had then jumped off the tree, causing his Black Coat's hood to fall down, as he then faced both Jean and Oracle, revealing himself to more or less both completely and utterly, resemble Master Xehanort himself!

Edited September 13, 201411 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

Jean and Oracle stared at the man. Jean couldn't help but scoff a bit. "He's nothing but an old man."Jean chuckled to herself. Oracle didn't chuckle as he glanced at the man standing in front of them. They were beings born within the darkness of the worst that the world's had to offer. Oracle,even as knowledgeable as he was,he didn't know or recognized the man before him. The keyblade order didn't even exist at the time,as it was a result of the aftermath of the war. So therefor people like Oracle and Jean didn't see any difference of those who wielded the keyblade and called themselves masters from the rest. "Oh great. You're an old man."Oracle sighed. "Listen up gramps,I don't have all day. I totally have work to do,places to be,people to torture. If you know something you better spit it out otherwise you're asking me to bury you six feet under."Oracle hissed. He wasn't a patient guy,despite his cheerful and bright appearance.

"........Hmph, upstarts, should have known....that that is what they would be like, over here........" said the old man, as he turned around, facing away from both Jean and Oracle and had placed his arms behind his back, merely flexing both of his hands' fingers a little.

Ohr at first looked ready to start a fight with Hisale, but he seemed to calm down after a few moments. He relaxed his battle position, but kept his Keyblade in hand. He felt like a fool. She was dead and no amount of guilt or desire could change that.

"My name is Ohr." He answered. "I came here because..."

He heisted as he sought words.

"Because I thought an old friend was here."

He glanced around.

"I, um, I don't suppose you've seen anyone else here?"

((Where do I jump in? Kinda set myself up :biggrin: ))

Edited September 16, 201411 yr by Sun Wukong

Hisale sighed at the thought of not getting to fight someone. "Sadly, no, I haven't. You're the first person I've seen for... who knows how long?" he said, sounding a little dissapointed. He added, "However, if you wish, I could help you find... who ever it is you are looking for." then unsummoned his keyblade, as a sign of goodwil. He figured any chance to get out of, or a reason to explore, this pace was a good enough reason for him. "Ohr is it? You may call me Hisale. That is the name I have always used. Now is no exception." he added, as if it was an afterthought.

Ohr gave Hisale an odd look after his explaining about his name.

"Right." He said, wondering what kind of person he had run into this time.

He dismissed his Keyblade, deciding to go with Hisale's peaceful gesture.

"Well, I'm not sure I'll need help 'finding' anybody." He said. "The girl I was looking for shouldn't be..."

His voice trailed off as he thought about that day. He hadn't been back here since the fight. Maybe it would be good to see where he left her. See her grave.

"Though I could use some company checking out something I left here." Ohr continued, his voice not giving away any off the jumbled emotions he was feeling right then. "It's off the beaten path, but if you're up for some company."

"I know I am." He thought.

"I'll take any chance to explore this place. I don't like being bored, and not doing anything bores me. So, yes. I'll accompany you," Hisale said, offering out his hand, for a handshake, "Now, which way are we going? And what are we looking for? Assuming you know," he added, wondering what Ohr was looking for. "I wonder just who this person is. And what he's like. I doubt I'll like him, but I'm quite willing to put up with him to relieve my boredom." he thought to himself, arm still outstretched

Jean could hear Oracle groan loudly in complaint. "You know what,**** you man. I totally have like,different things to do and a weapon to find. I'm not wasting my time on you."Oracle dissed as he started to walk away. Jean glanced over at Oracle and back at the old man. "Er,excuse us."Jean said with a small bow as she ran after Oracle. "Oracle that wasn't very nice of you..."Jean muttered. "You're telling me that? After what we're meant to do?"Oracle hissed. "Well old people tend to be forgetful and very stubborn so you don't have to be so mean about old people."Jean muttered as she played with her fingers slightly. "Sometimes I wonder how you ended up being born in the side of darkness...then again you weren't exactly just born,but left,correct?"Oracle asked. "That is correct."Jean sighed. Jean was born of a very poor and starving couple,and all food that they could ever manage to get would be given directly to Jean in order to keep her alive. In the end Jean's parents contracted a bad sickness,that mixed with their starving state,killed them both,leaving Jean to be raised by the guardians of darkness of the area,who also raised Oracle and the rest of those misfortune children who had been born with hearts of darkness.

"Fuu fuu, even the language....ah, kids today, at any rate....ahem!" said the old man to both Jean and Oracle walking away, as he then suddenly, summoned up a Keyblade from Darkness and with it, launched a strike of Darkness itself in-between both Jean and Oracle before lastly saying towards the two in front of him the words "I really haven't got time to be waiting around here, so....can we, make this quick?" said the old man in a more or less smug attitude, as he proceeded to challenge both Jean and Oracle for some both strange and mysterious reason.

Jean and Oracle turned with wide eyes as they glanced at each other and then back at the old man. Oracle scoffed. "Oh so it seems this old dog has some pretty neat tricks huh?!"Oracle asked as he summoned his keyblade,resting it swiftly against his shoulder. "You better watch out who you're dealing with old man,old dogs may have experience but new pups have the stronger bite."Oracle purred as he gave a wild smirk. Jean quickly summoned her keyblade,which was massive in size,as she had to have it rest against her shoulder and part of her back. Having a keyblade being that big always seemed to impress people. "We'll fight you. But we aren't responsible for any broken bones."Jean warned as she gripped her keyblade tight by the handle. Oracle didn't wait much longer as he charged directly at the man,darkness forming around the tip of the keyblade as it surrounded it,creating a shield of darkness that would cause harm as well as protection to Oracle's hands. Jean took a distance approach as she slammed her massive keyblade against the floor beneath her,the sand around her turning black with darkness as dark rays went flying directly at the man.

"Ah........so, you are BOTH, gifted with Darkness? impressive, VERY impressive, however........" a Dark shroud appeared beneath the old man, swallowing him up before then telepathically communicating with both Jean and Oracle, saying to them "It's true the younger cubs will tend to have more bark and especially bite then us old ones during your current generations but nevertheless....they will still show wisdom and knowledge about things that not even you little children could hope to say that you both know all about........LIKE SO." said the old man, emerging from the shroud of Darkness behind his opponents, now half of his entire Body embedded with Dark snake like lines all over, lastly saying to both Jean and Oracle "Tell me, do you believe? ........IN OTHER WORLDS?" said the old man in a grim and foreboding tone, as it appeared he was trying to say something.