Road to the Heart
Chapter 1: The War of the Keyblades
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters involved except for Kira
It was many years ago, that a battle for the keyblades waged. The keyblades, weapons of both the light, and the darkness. Weapons of the protector, and weapons of the destroyer. This story follows one of both lights. The wielder of the Road to the Heart; Kira.
In a dusty abandoned desert area, a young girl with long black hair strolled among many old and rusted keyblades that were stuck in the ground. She wore a pair of jeans and a blue shirt with a red jacket. On her wrist was a band, a pink heart keychain hung from it and bounched with each step. She looked around as she tucked her hands behind her back. This was Kira, and the place was the keyblade graveyard, a solemn place where the spirits of keyblades and their wielders that were lost during the great keyblade war were put to rest. Kira was an unknown keyblade wielder. So she had never received any formal training in her weapon, nor had she ever been taught magic. She had learned her skills on her own and knew that she could bash any heartless that came her way.
Kira continued down a path that was formed through the keyblade graveyard when she noticed a group of figures standing some distance away. She stopped and squinted, trying to get a better look at this group. She couldn't make out a lot of detail, but it looked like three men, a woman, and a young something. She could tell what.
"Don't they know this place is off-limits to the public?" She asked herself
At that moment three of them reached down and pulled three keyblades from the ground. Unlike most attempts at this the keyblades remained in their owner's grip.
"They're keyblade wielders?" Kira asked in amazement
The three wielders rushed forward, the third man, an older looking gentleman in a long black coat lifted his hand and a large section of the ground ripped itself up blocking the paths of the keyblade wielders.
Kira was in astonishment, someone who could control magic that powerful must be a keyblade wielder, no, a keyblade master.
The tallest of the wielders rushed up the wall, waiting at the top were the old-man and the unknown child.
"He's rushing into a trap!" She told herself
She held out her right hand and a keyblade appeared. It was silver along the blade with a black strip along the top. At the end it curved into the three spokes of a keyblade. At the base toward the handle it had a guard that branched out in a yellow, square design. Attached the bottom of the handle by a keychain was Kira's pink heart. She shouldered the weapon and ran forward toward the battle.
As she came close one of the wielders, the woman appeared in front of her. She wore full blue armor and in her hand was a blue keyblade that thinned toward the center of the blade and expanded out to form a reverse C shape with a set of spikes that formed the spokes. The guard formed a diamond around the owner's hand.
"Stay back," She told Kira.
"But I want to help," Kira replied.
"You aren't strong enough to compete with these two, get out of here!" She shouted
"No!" Kira shouted back darting under the woman's arm and toward the ensueing battle.
Another figure appeared, a young man with golden armor. He had fallen from the sky his body glew with a light blueish hue.
"Wha-what happened to him?" Kira asked, though she already knew. He'd been frozen alive.
"I told you that you don't need to be here, now listen to me and get out!" She told Kira as she cradled the frozen boy's head in her lap.
Kira took a step back, then she turned and released her keyblade sprinting full-speed away from the battle. She ran for hours, almost non-stop. Until she couldn't move anymore. She slowly walked up to a tree she had seen a few yards away. As she managed to get her body under the shade she collapsed from exhaustion, her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. The shade of the tree's branches was doing nothing to lower her body heat.
"Blizzard"
Kira heard a crackling sound above her head and immediately felt cooler than before. She opened her eyes to see a figure standing above her.
"Are you alright my dear?" The figure asked, it was a man, and an older one at that.
Kira's eyes widened as her mind flashed back to the scene with the boy who'd been frozen. She shot up and immediately summoned her keyblade aiming it at the man's head.
"Ah, so you're a keyblade wielder? Interesting." The man said
Now that Kira could see him, he wasn't the same man as before. For one he wasn't wearing the long black coat, he was wearing a blue-robe, another was he had a long gray-beard, where the other had been clean-shaven.
"Who are you?" Kira asked cautiously
"Me? My name is Merlin, and you?" he asked
"Kira. My name is Kira, I wield the keyblade known as 'The Road to the Heart" She lowered the weapon and released it
"What an interesting name. Tell me, have you heard of magic?" He asked
Kira froze at the word. She'd heard of it, plenty of times, seen it, awed at it, never understood it. Magic was one of the things a keyblade master strived to improve in themself, but she hadn't even understood the basics.
"I take it your reaction is a no then?" Merlin asked her
"No, I have heard of magic, but I don't know anything about it." She told him quietly
"A traumatic incident?" He asked
She looked up at him in shock "How did you know?"
"It's my job to know things my dear, and I've seen your reaction before. Something that involved magic has left you in shock and fear of its power. Let me tell you something Kira. Magic is what you make of it, not what other people show you. For example, whatever happened to you is obviously done by someone who misused magic, but as you can see. I just used a simple spell to help you cool down from today's heat."
Kira nodded and slowly a grin came upon her features "Merlin, I know I've just met you, but I have a favor to ask."
"Anything Kira. I aim to teach all those who wish to know whatever I can."
"Will you teach me magic?"
Merlin's features lost control for a moment as he spluttered out a surprised gasp "Teach you magic? You do realize that magic isn't truly taught, more like, passed on."
"Passed on, taught, given. I don't care what you call it. I want to learn, and I want you teach me." She told him
"Well, I suppose it might be worth a try." Merlin put a finger on his chin as he considered the idea "Alright, I'll teach you what I can."
Kira bowed her head "Thank you Merlin."
"Of course, come now. We must be going. It's too hot out today to be studying right now." He said leading her to the south. "Speaking of heat, this brings us to our first lesson, a most basic spell for magicians and wizards, fire. Let me tell you some of the practical purposes…"