Hi, this was originally from my "Place Of Forming Ideas" story, but I really liked this idea so much that I decided to make it complete! This is a work in progress and I want to run with the idea while I can. It's kind of short for now, but hopefully, I can come back to it and create a longer one someday. There are some changes from the one I previously wrote, so if you read the original, see if you can spot the differences maybe? Anyway, enjoy the read! :D
Title: Exiled
Type: Story
Summary: Ventus & Lauriam, the two survivors, the two fighters, both exiled from the home they knew. Both fight the darkness within, but each with a reason of their own. One, afraid to unveil the truth hidden in the heart, the other doomed to a life of misery. One seeks a way to conquer the dark, the other yearns for a way to gain a power that was lost. They both just want to go back home.
Idea: Ventus and Lauriam are both the survivors of the Keyblade War along with the rest. But why do we see them presumably more than a hundred years in a time which neither belong? This is my take on why they are both present during this time. Note: Ventus did something unspeakable and that caused the darkness side (Van) of him to be unleashed and Lauriam was sentenced to be exiled but was eliminated by an imposter in the group. Note: In this, Lauriam is not the fake leader, but his nobody later has desires for the Keyblade for a different reason.
Sub-Ideas:
- Lauriam was good. The reason he has his weapon is because of the irony, he gains the very weapon of the crime he is falsely accused of. (Living as a reason for Stretizelia's demise despite his innocence.)
- Ventus was exposed to the new darkness as they described in UnionX and sometimes it took hold in him.
- Not sure which leader to useā¦
- Stretizelia has a sibling.
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Prologue:
Dark, cold, empty. His emotions were all gone. Memories, what memories? Fading deeper and deeper into an endless abyss. His hopes, his dreams, his friends all fading away. Then, he awoke, to the sounds of the waves and the pale light of the moon. Sand shifting all around as he rose to his feet. Everything felt empty, he felt so lost and unsure. Why was he here? Where was he even? But nothing came to his mind, and so he sat, watching the darkened horizon as he allowed himself to be lost in the nothingness. How long had it been? Minutes? Days? Weeks? Time had no meaning to him, especially when there was nothing to think about. Did it even matter?
For a long while, he stayed there unmoved gazing at the dim horizon. No thoughts, no ideas, no sense in any form came to him. Then out of nowhere, a vision hits, a spark is lit and begins to set aflame. Bits and pieces, memories broken and torn surface from the depths of his mind. Unmoved he sat, watching as the fragmented moments flickered in and out. A group of youths, a desolate wasteland, weapons in the shapes of keys, and five figures blurred. Two stood out the most, a young blond haired boy with clothes that balance black and white, and a girl clothed in white with two ponytails of orange. Feelings of joy and love came from these two, while at the same time a feeling of grief or sorrow. It was a feeling that he could not express at that moment. When the visions subsided, his eyes filled with grief but his everything would not respond.
He wanted to feel any kind of emotion, but his body betrayed him. Only his eyes, the last part of himself that showed any form of emotion was all he had left. What was wrong with him? What was happening? He could not understand one bit. Instead of dwelling on it he decided to focus on what he had just experienced, think on every little piece of information. When he thought about it, he realized what he had seen were memories. He was remembering but not entirely. Whatever linked his memories together felt as though a vital piece was missing. If he could find out what all those scenes meant, then he would find the truth. There was no point in sitting around on the silent shores anymore, to get answers he had to go and wander the vast unknown. He needed to find the truth about himself.
TBC
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I had a thought that when Nobodies are born, they enter for a period of time with a clean slate. This means no memories, no sense of orientation, but just there existing. Much like a baby, they don't form new concrete memories until a set time. So for a number of days, Lauriam's nobody was empty, no sense of purpose and lost in nothingness. Once the set days are up, that's when they are supposed to gain their memories of their Somebody's life. This is a story that will explore how Lauriam is truly separate from his counterpart, Marluxia. It will also explore Lauriam as a character before his Nobody was born.
As for Ven, his story will be shared here but as a different journey from Lauriam. It will explore his reasons for ending up in the future with Xehanort as well as the darkness we know as Vanitas who rested in Ven.
I am open to ideas, suggestion, and ways to improve my writing in the comments. Well, that's all for now, thank you so much for reading! :D
