A Heartless Story
Introduction
Welcome to the story of a darkness that could captivate your whole heart and what little soul you people have. This is a story of how we came to rule your world, stole your lives and created our own story intertwined with yours, we are the heartless, Created by the she-witch Maleficent. I am Ronan, Usually we heartless have no name, and yet I was given one for the sole purpose to tell my story, otherwise I would just be known as nameless.
I started off as just plain darkness, a blob in which I did and yet didn't exist, I mean what object could possibly live in Darkness, And no this isn't the darkness of night, we had no stars or moon for faint light, pitch black darkness is what I lived in. One night or day as darkness has no time, a blinding white light bursted into our dimension.
I along with many others were pulled from our dreamless sleep, we were given numbers, and bodies of our own, not true human bodies like yours, But Blobs with arms and legs for movement, dubbed the pawns. Many others were given larger bodies, with armour, weapons, and some even magic.
We were all given specific chores and roles among us, but they all revolved around killing the chosen one, a boy around the age of fifteen named "Sora".
Now the story really begins, it's tough to describe all these things, for as a heartless, we aren't meant to hold emotion. Yet by the end of this tale, I truly grow. No one really talks to a heartless, they sort of just yell and I realized had I any feelings at that stage of my life, they would've been hurt. I was given the main chore of keeping our Mistresses new toy a 16 year old boy named "Riku" under control, to pass messages to him, when he had a mission. So if this boy didn't follow orders, I would cop it
"Where is he?, I told him to go there. That boy is your charge, your responsibility, now fix it!" Were words that I had heard many a time. Now tell me how is a blob of nothing meant to fix a major problem like "Riku" Did I shake my fist like nubs at him, I certainly couldn't yell at him as I had no voice box, I didn't have weapons or magic, He could squish me and send me back to that darkness easier than one can say pie (unless I ran, but I was quiet sluggish and slow, always being stuck to the ground and all).
It has always been a difficult life, no love, no life of one's own will, rules and strict orders. It gets better I guess but that's much later in my story.
So do you think you can handle continuing on into my story. Will you be able to cope with the dark histories of the heartless?