Prologue: The Origin
There were two refugees, a sorceress and an archer. Their home was attacked by these dark creatures with yellow spots for eyes. The sorceress, Rani, had escaped with her best friend, an archer named Aros, and found a world completely abandoned. Rani made refuge in a cave to tend to Aros wounds. But this cave felt odd to her, like there was some sort of magic to it. Aros was resting in a makeshift mattress, and Rani used her aura, the body's natural essence of magic, to light her way and ventured into the cave. She found many gems and rare metals abundantly scattered. Though her purple aura reflected upon everything, one specific gem seemed to glow even brighter. This caught her eye; as she cam closer to the bright gem, she felt as if it was literally calling to her.
"Rani."
That was it, but she felt something even greater than a voice; she felt a strong power behind it. She used her magic to tear off a little piece of this off gem.
"Amethyst," she says softly, feeling the violet crystal on her finger tips. She spun around, seeing several other amethysts within the cave, but none glowed as much as the one in her hand. There was something significant about it, Rani couldn't understand it. She noticed her aura gave off a slightly brighter glow with the crystal in her hand. 'Maybe it strengthens auras?' she thought. Whatever it was, she felt it was important. She pulled out a given silver chain from her grandmother and used a bit of concentrated aura to hook the crystal to the chain.
"And that's why we have our necklaces," a professor explained to the young ginger magician. "The amethyst picked Rani to strengthen her aura, just as this cachemirine garnet will strengthen your aura, Deo."
The boy's green eyes were filled with curiosity as he accepted the red-orange gem hooked onto the gold chain. As a fellow sorceress clicked the necklace around his neck, a bright, fiery red aura glowed around him. He looked at his fingers, and down at his feet; he was in a red aura.
"Why is it red?" he asks as the aura faded off.
"Red is a color for passion, Deo," the sorceress says with a smile. "You must have a strong passion."
A man was strolling through the empty planet with his long sword in his scabbard. He'd just lost everything he had to the dark creatures. He had done everything he could; curse them, warn them, hold revenge on them. He was empty, his anger was nothing, his emptiness is eating him away.
"David," a voice calls. The man spun on his heel and saw his last friend, Aros. "You shouldn't be on your own so late."
"Does it matter, Aros? Everything's gone," he replied.
"Don't let the dark creatures get to you, it's what they want," Aros consoles. "Rani has protected us, I've protected you, you've protected us. We have each other. Not all is lost." David was silent. "Don't let sacrifices go in vain."
"They won't go in vain," David vowed. Aros raised his eyebrows, surprised at the new found energy. "We will bring up this world. A haven, if you will, where refugees and survivors like us will thrive."
Aros smiled, this was the David he knew.
"Our grandpa was the first king?! That's so cool," a young prince with messy brown hair, Noah, says amazed. His sapphire blue eyes were filled with excitement and happiness. Queen Maa, daughter of Aros and Rani, had a soft grin on her gentle face as she tucked her middle son into his bed. "I wanna be just like him."
"You could be, Noah," the queen says, kissing his forehead. "Sleep well."
"I won't let those dark creatures attack this world!"
Noah fell asleep soon after he promised it. The queen smiled, dimmed the lights, and quietly left the room. She pulled her mother's violet crystal necklace from her neck and examined it.
"He's just like my father..." And realization hit her.
"No, no, no!" Aros screams, dropping to his knees at the bloodied King David. "Rani will save you, just keep breathing."
The king smiled at his old friend, and closed his eyes, and breathed his last. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he grabbed an arrow, drew a half circle around his body, and stabbed the ground with the arrow, and mimicked the other side with his final arrow. So full of anger and sadness, he picked up David's sword and began slicing the dark creatures from existence that dared to try to be within Aros' swing. It seemed ages had past, and Aros was exhausted from protecting his dead king. It was then when Rani had formed a sort of shield around the three. The sorceress clapped her hand over her mouth with wide eyes at the king and the amount of blood oozing out of his body. Aros grabbed her free hand, but she threw her arms around Aros and sobbed into his shoulder.
"We will run this kingdom," Aros says, "for David."
"Deo! My mom said I could be a gymnast!" an awfully short brunette with two pigtails says. "Isn't it great! It's not ballet, but I have to be super flexible like ballerina. And there's music too!"
"That's really cool, Zia," the head-taller ginger says to the brunette.
The brunette, Zia, tilted her head to the right. "Is something wrong, Deo?"
"My mom's sending me to the Academy," he breathes. Zia gasps. "I'm a magician... but I'll be back for Christmas!" He held her hand like an older brother. Zia was an only child, but she felt Deo was her long lost older brother.
"You better!" she says, stomping her foot. "If not, I'll find you and hurt you!" He laughed. "It's not funny! You're my best friend in the whole wide world. Maybe I could go to the Academy too one day."
It will be that three chosen ones from a selected Academy
will rise up, and restore peace within this great world.
A warrior, a magician, and an archer.
Chapter One: Prayer of a Refugee
I'll tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.
"Ah, King Mickey," the Headmaster of Winter's Haven greeted with a small bow. The king followed the headmaster's gesture and made himself comfortable in warm office of the Academy.
"Your call surprised me," King Mickey starts. "You are the Headmaster of the most elite -"
"I believe I have found the trio of the Prophecy." The headmaster apologized quickly when he saw the King of Disney Castle cock his head slightly. "As I've heard, and my sources were thorough, you have found not only the Keyblade Hero, but three others?" The King nodded his head; the Headmaster sighed. "I fear, even under my surveillance, the trio isn't safe," the Headmaster finishes with his head bowed with disappointment.
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.
"These three are the reincarnations of David, Aros, and Rani, how - how are they not safe?" So many pieces were missing. "And what do keyblade wielders have to do with anything?"
"I have failed them once to the Heartless," the Headmaster bitterly admits. A pause of silence was between them. A soft exhale come from his lips, and he started again. "I have vowed to my king it will never happen again. Prince Noah is a strong young man, but without a keyblade, he is defenseless against the Heartless."
"And the other two?"
"Zia is a Dragon Archer. Her arrows are made specially, but have no affect on Heartless. Deo, the magician and alchemist, knows nothing of darkness, and next to nothing of battle." Frustration and self-pity was written across the elderly headmaster's face.
King Mickey finally figured the puzzle. "Are you asking me to call the keyblade wielders to protect your three chosen ones?"
"Your Majesty, I am begging. I -" He rethought his sentence. "This world simply cannot have these three of such legendary importance fall to darkness... at least not again, permanently."
We are the angry and the desperate,
The hungry, and the cold
"I will ask my friends to help you," King Mickey replies shortly. The headmaster placed his hand on his chest, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much. If there is anything you need, we are in your debt."
The King smiled. "I'll have them here in a week. It was good to see you."
"And you, your Majesty," the headmaster dismisses with a bow.
Don't let me down
Hooray for edit. I hope it's better.
Disclaimers: I don't own KH, Disney, or Prayer of a Refugee