Dusk Key

Disclaimer: we( there are two author using the same name), howlingwolfz do not own kingdom hearts, or any character associated with it. We only own the OC, the baby

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Prologue

The sky was blackened by smoke. Fire was burning the surrounding buildings. A woman, panting heavily, was running for her life. She had beads of sweat running down her face. In her arms lay an infant. The infant's father was still at war. The very war that had caused the fire that was now consuming her home, the war that she was running from. If they lost this war the baby would never see his father, and his mother would be hunted down and killed before his eyes. The woman had just made it outside the town and had stopped to catch her breath when she heard footsteps approaching her. She had started to run and just as she thought she might get away her pursuers had quickened their pace. She ran faster, she feel her heart jump in to her throat, and, just as she reached the outer edge of the town a sharp splitting pain in her leg. She looked down to see that an arrow had pierced her legs. She tried keep running but the pain was too much, she fell to the ground. As she tried to move three tall figures appeared from the shadows of the flames. They were dressed in identical armor with steel helmets covering their faces. Two carried swords on their sides; the other was busy reloading his crossbow.

"Nice aim," Muttered on of the men. "Oh well, at least you hit her"

"What should we do with her?" asked the man with the crossbow.

"We were ordered to kill her on sight," answered the last man stepping towards her as she held her son close to her chest. The man raised his sword and brought it down on her head. The baby let out long moans, and the man flipped the woman's body over. "Hey, she has a child what should we do?"

"Go ahead and kill the child it will serve us no good," said the man aiming his crossbow at the defenseless infant. Just as he finished saying that the baby started to glow yellow. "Hey, what's going o-," He fell to the ground his eyes rolled up in his head and just as the other two men were rushing over to their comrade, one fell to the ground, and just as the last turned around a sword was stabbed through him he too fell to the ground. The man, who protected the baby, pulled his sword out of the lifeless body. He had blond hair and was garbed in a black cloak. He approached the baby.

"You are a powerful baby aren't you? It would be a shame to let your talents go to waste," with that the man picked the baby up from lying in his dead mother's arm. The man walked away the infant in his arms and the town still burning behind him