Hi! This is the first fanfic I've ever written, so it's a really big step for me. I do want to say in this forward, there are spoilers to the game, so if you haven't finished all the games, do so before reading. If you don't care about spoilers, read on ahead.
I DO NOT OWN THE STORYLINE, GAME CONTENT, OR CHARACTERS OF KINGDOM HEARTS, FINAL FANTASY, OR ANY NON ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WITHIN THIS FAN FICTION. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE RESPECTED COMPANY THAT CREATED THEM (Square Enix, Disney, etc)
I can already tell you, even though I'm still in development of this story that it will be a long one. It goes through many Parts and will essentially end the game in an alternate way. I hope you stick around and enjoy the fan fiction.
Please review, I always like suggestions! And I hope you enjoy!
Preface
"I think I deserve to know a bit more about you, Emiri," Riku looked at me intensely, "You showed up out of nowhere, and it changed my life. You placed me on a different path and I want to understand more. Not to mention, you saved my life."
"I don't know how to start…" I responded, but Riku's gaze has fallen off of me and onto the notebook lying on the ground. My notebook.
"How about we start with this?" Riku said.
Part of me was scared at the thought of Riku knowing everything about me. But another part of me wanted to release everything that was in my heart. I think it would be the best thing for him, after everything he went through, to understand that he was not alone.
I nodded my head in the end.
The beginning of my life was not in fact told by me, but by scattered memories in a sea of oblivion. I wanted to say I never believed in uncertainties, but I had to for it held the only essence of light left to guide me, other than the only testaments left in honor of the fateful demise of everything I once loved in a life that didn't seem to be mine. Only two things pulled me through my nomadic life as I wondered, abandoned by the worlds: my keyblades Oblivion and Oathkeeper, which defended me though my journey, and my armor, which allowed me to escape the worlds full of empty promises.
I wish I could say my life was a tale of heroism and certainties, but rather it was a life of great mistakes and dark paths, an empty road covered in darkness with a seemingly hopeful, but artificial light I hoped would bring me salvation. Every heart has a story; I chose to begin mine at what seems to mark the end of a world.
