Hey guys, this RP may not look very KH related at the start, but trust me, it is. This story is based on the creation of the Keyblades, so enjoy. I have created a Kingdom Hearts RP site thetwilighter. which is based shortly after this fan fic so check it out. Reviews and comments greatly appreciated.


The desert was harsh. Nothing but hot sand, as far as the eye could see, which blended with the pale blue sky at the edge of the horizon. The three suns were fierce, their red, yellow, and green light bathing the dunes in a strange, pale glow, creating shadows which tauntingly appeared to offer some respite from the heat. The world was barren and deserted, after all, who in their right mind would choose to inhabit such a god forsaken place? There was no water, food, or indeed any plants or animals at all on the desert-world, which had no name that could be remembered.

One lone figure moved over the dunes, however, a tall, slim, flame haired girl, with a large pack on her back, and a water bottle clutched in her hand as she struggled over the ever shifting sand, often stumbling. Her pale skin was red and burned to a color which rivaled her long, thick hair, which was bound by a strip of leather into a simple pony tail, however this could not prevent strands of red sticking to her sweat drenched face and neck. She was a pretty girl, with delicate features, and startlingly green eyes which seemed to burn and glitter with a hidden light. Her eyes were dull now though, none of their usual driven vigor remained, as her breath wheezed in her lungs, as she half walked, half climbed over yet another dune, near the point of exhaustion.

She wore short, dark green shorts, rimmed in white, and a plain white tank top, which was covered by a black jacket, the sleeves of which were well rolled up in an attempt to cool herself down. Upon her feet were enclosed white shoes, embroided with a thin green thread, and, upon her left ankle was a thin silver chain, which occasionally tinkled as she moved. Of course all items of clothing she wore were more brown and red then their original colors and in considerable need of a good soaking.

As she struggled over yet another dune, she swayed on her feet, and before she could stop herself she fell, rolling down, head over heels, until she reached the base, where she lay, unmoving in a state of severe exhaustion. She struggled weakly to a sitting position, and with a trembling hand, brought the flask to her mouth, the hot water, soothing her parched throat. She took a few gulps, before examining the remaining amount of water. The flask was barely even a quarter full, with perhaps only 3 mouthfuls remaining. With a sigh she lowered her head, and taking the pack off her back, she rummaged inside it, pulling out a hard crust of bread, which she devoured with considerable relish.

"My last crust," she muttered weakly, glad to hear the sound of anything other than the slight shifting of sand as she plodded along. "And my last flask too. I'll die out here." Leaning back on the slope of the dune she could do nothing other than curse her foolishness. Why couldn't I listen? Those damn villagers told me I would die out here, but I just had to take on the challenge, didn't I…? Her thoughts faded slowly into darkness, as she slipped into unconsciousness, where she could remember and relive better times.

Her mother, Yaveth, a sad smile on her face, wishing her daughter well on her voyage, her arm around her husband, Senner. "Stay safe Raiina." He said in his deep voice. "This is what you want, so go out there and do it, before it's too late, explore the Worlds, just… come back and visit some time."

A small smile reached the young Raiina's face, as she rocked backwards and forwards, barely able to control her excitement. "Of course I will, I'm going to miss you both dearly." Her voice was soft and melodic, her way with words showing the maturity of all of her 18 years.

"Have a great time," began her mother, a tear glistening on her cheek which was hastily wiped away. "We all know how stubborn you are, so since this is what you want to do, just go out and do it."

A nod and a swift embrace returned her parents kind words, as Raiina turned, a smile on her face, her head lifted proudly as she marched into the setting sun, and into a voyage.

She had travelled from world to world, from the wonders of Agrabah to the Pride Lands, from Halloween Town to Olympus Coliseum, learning more and more about her deepest passion; the history of the worlds. She carried on in this fashion until the age of 23, when she lodged at Traverse Town, until she heard rumors of an uncharted and uninhabited world. Naturally once her curiosity had been aroused, the head strong young girl managed to barter her way onto a trades ship, which was passing near the unnamed world. Throwing caution to the winds, and choosing to ignore the warnings given to her by the villagers of Traverse Town, she set out exploring the world, to find knowledge and glory…

Raiina woke slowly, running her tongue over her cracked and parched lips, moving her arms and legs weakly before struggling to a sitting position. She looked blearily up into the sky to see the first of the three moons, the red moon, which Raiina called Alaexis sinking slowly towards the endless horizon. "Three months," She croaked harshly, her throat parched once again. "I've been here for three months and look what I've found. Death. Damn your stubbornness and pride Raiina, damn it to hell!"

With that she picked, up her nearly empty flask, and draining the rest of the precious liquid, she threw it, as hard as she could, on the verge of screaming in her frustration and rage. The metallic substance of the flask reflected the red dying light, before it disappeared over the lip of a nearby dune, and so passed out of view. Muttering to herself, Raiina picked up her heavy pack, and shouldered it with a grim determination, her eyes flicking toward the horizon. She froze. There, just over the crest of that dune, surely, it couldn't be a building? She shaded her eyes, and using her sharp eye sight she inspected the dark blob, biting her lip unconsciously as she did so.

Could it be a mirage? She thought desperately, not willing to believe that the building was actually there just yet. But no, surely it's not hot enough now, no, it must be there. Striking up a fast pace, she clambered over dune after dune with a dogged determination, her eyes fixed only on the distant building, refusing to acknowledge the darkening sky. She walked, scrambled and stumbled her way throughout the evening, her new found energy dispersing with every move she made, until she could almost no longer move, such was the strength and potency of her fatigue. Soon she no longer saw or cared where she went, and she could almost do no more than crawl over the quickly cooling sand, almost slipping in and out of consciousness.

Hours, or perhaps even days later, Raiina finally pulled herself, half consciousness, up to the door of the strange building. It was a mansion of sorts, but very long and low, it was made out of a strange, surprisingly cool grey stone, with large windows set into its front, through which dark and dormant rooms could be seen, and set between these windows, a very solid, dark wood front door. Pushing herself wearily to her feet, Raiina raised a feeble arm, and pushed the solid door weakly, which surprisingly gave way and opened slightly, without a creek. Falling inside, Raiina pulled herself over the threshold, and onto a cool marble floor, reaching forward, simply putting one long arm in front of the other. She closed her eyes, feeling her way over the cool floor, until she hit something soft, and cotton covered, she opened her eyes a crack to determine the nature of the object. It was a shoe. A plain white, soft cotton slipper, which covered a white sock, which covered a foot belonging to a young man, perhaps in his late twenties, dressed in black, three quarter shorts, and a sleeveless, light blue vest. He opened his eyes, which were a light, almost golden brown. His slightly lined face broke into a wide, ecstatic grin which was punctuated by a large yawn.

"Sorry for not seeing you earlier, you just woke me you see, you wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for you." His voice was carefree, but strangely emotional, as if his words carried deeper meanings all layered thickly on top of each other, and it was up to you how you chose to interpret it. He had light brown hair that seemed to sparkle golden in the light. He extended a long tanned arm, offering a hand, "Your name is Raiina, and you are going to take part in the creation of the most powerful weapon ever known to the worlds; the Keyblade."