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Rules for adoption

PM me a fourth chapter if you want to write this story. The better it is the more likely you are to get to be the author. No offence, but I don't want my story ideas mutilated.

The new author MUST own or played a copy of Skies of Arcadia (A game that was made for the dreamcast but reborn on the gamecube with new stuff) and have a good grasp of the concepts from Kingdom Hearts 1 & 2.

Title stays Arcadian Hearts. This is so I can find it later and read it after it's been adopted.

Read what I have here to get a feel for the story.

After you get the rights to the story I'll PM you about key facts of the story.

Now… On with the story!...so far.

Chapter 1

The Awakening

He was falling.

That was the conclusion that the boy made as he slowly awoke from the depths of unconsciousness… at least he thought he was waking up. The air was rushing up past him at an alarming rate, and yet he wasn't scared. Actually he was busy wondering how he had gotten there.

He was about 17 years old and approximately 5 feet 5 inches tall. He had forest green eyes and short, brown hair. He was wearing green jeans, a forest green blazer over a black undershirt, and black shoes

The boy remembered how, after his shift in the crows' nest he went to his quarters onboard to sleep. Then, as he was about to get undressed he started to feel dizzy and his vision started to swirl before he collapsed on his bed.

"I must be asleep then." The boy said aloud before freezing in place with his eyes wide open. "Did…Did I just…talk?" the boy said sounding surprised. Then he closed his eyes and said " But I never talk in my dreams, and since when could a person feel what they were dreaming?"

It was true, he could feel the wind rushing past him, but instead of the wind feeling cold and harsh it felt… warm, soothing, and protective.

As soon as he opened his eyes he noticed that he wasn't falling anymore. Instead he was standing on what looked like a giant stained glass platform. On its surface was a picture.

The seven moons in a circle made up the outer part of the picture, one as red as fire, one as blue as the skies, one a deep forest green, one canary yellow, one a dark purple, one a dazzling silver, and one as black as night. "Wait… there's no black moon is there? I thought we only had six." said the boy, sounding confused. Calking it up as a quirk of the dream he continued examining the picture. "Why are Vyse, Aika, Piastol, and me in this picture? And who's the blond girl?" It was true. There in the picture were the boy and his friends as well as a girl with pale blond hair.

As soon as the boy was done looking at the platform a toneless voice seemed to emanate from all around him and resonate within his head. "Power sleeps within you. If you give it form, it will give you strength. Warrior, guardian, or mystic… which path shall you choose?"

Three pedestals appeared with a sword on the first one, a shield on the second one, and a staff on the third one. It was then that the boy said, "This is by far the most realistic dream I've ever had. Guess I have to pick one." He looked at the pedestals and considered what was on each. "I don't think I want that sword or the shield. I don't have any need for a shield in my fighting style and that sword doesn't look like the kind I'm used to using. The staff it is then."

He walked over to the pedestal on my right and took the staff from it. The voice spoke again. "The powers of the mystic, untold wisdom, a staff of wonder and ruin… Is this the form you choose?" He had to think for a minute here. For some reason as he held the staff he could feel some sort of powerful energy pulsing through it. He immediately knew what it was. Magic. He instantly knew this was the path that he wanted.

"Yes," The boy answered. As soon as the word left his mouth, five black spots appeared on the platform and started moving towards him. When they got closer they took on a third dimension and looked like little, pitch black people with antennae and glowing yellow eyes. he swung the staff, and when it hit one of them it turned to dust. What's more, when he hit it he felt no resistance, like he hit nothing but air.

Deciding to end this quickly the boy said "Pyri!" Fire gathered into 4 spheres in front of him before shooting forward and striking each of the black things, witch then disappeared like the first one did.

Before he could contemplate what those things were, the platform he was on started to rumble. When the rumbling stopped the boy got a sinking feeling in his stomach as well as the feeling of being watched. Looking behind himself, the boy said "Oh shit." Behind him was what must have been the biggest creature he had ever seen.

It was at least 2 stories tall, human shaped with a heart shaped hole in the center of its chest, and had chords of hair that were as thick as the boys' arm falling in front of its face. The boy noticed none of this. He only noticed 4 things about it.

It was HUGE!

It was pitch black.

It had the same yellow eyes as those little black creatures.

It was aiming a punch right for where he was standing.

Jumping out of the way of the attack, the boy realized that 1. he wasn't getting out of this without a fight and 2. he needed to give himself an edge.

"Increm!" the boy shouted and he was covered in a crimson aura that hugged his skin, boosting his physical strength. He then quickly ran up the giants' arm that was apparently still stuck in the ground. Upon reaching the things' shoulder he swung the staff right into the things' face 3 times before shoving the but of the staff into its right eye.

As the giant writhed in pain from having its eye impaled the boy fell off its shoulder. Landing on his feet, thanks to some midair maneuvering, the boy looked up at the giant witch was now on its hands and knees and starring at him with its 1 good eye. Pointing the staff at the giant the boy said "You aren't so tu-huh!?" The boy trailed of as staff he was holding vanished, as did the empowering aura of his Increm spell.

The next thing the boy knew he was sinking into a black puddle that had appeared under his feet. Then the strange voice spoke up again in a comforting tone. "Do not be afraid. Remember. You hold the mightiest weapon of all. Good luck… keybearer."

That was the last thing the boy heard before the darkness overtook him.