For ZealousZexionZealot's 100 theme challenge
I do not own Kingdom Hearts. But if I did, this is how it would play out...
Chapter One: Shatter
Lux POV
Just leave me alone.
That was His order.
But I can't leave Him to die, can I?
I don't blame Him for hating me. He hated all of us; monsters created from His dark emotions. To Him, we were His weakness- reminders of His humanity when He was trying to hide it. He couldn't destroy us, because it would only cause Him suffering. Then we'd just simply come back from the hurt. And the cycle would continue, only ending when the pain became too unbearable for him to continue. So He learned to just let us live, and instead take advantage of our existence, ordering us to inflict the agony He felt to others, and to spread darkness around the worlds.
He loathed us, yet we remained loyal to Him, doing everything He told us to. As I am being loyal now, watching Him about to die.
The others were created from His negative sediments. But the one time that He experienced light, when His other half joined with a new heart, I was born. My being, a cat-like Unversed, was formed from that emotion of peace and security.
He is a creature of darkness, as my fellow Unversed are, and I, created from light, simply doesn't belong. Unversed were never meant to exist, but I am the worst: they deserve to be more than I do. I am worthless to my master; small, weak, about as useful as a kitten (come to think of it, I look like one too). I shouldn't exist; I should be destroyed by my creator. But if He did, the light within my body would return to Him, thus shattering His pure darkness and rendering Him useless to His master, Xehanort. He knew this to be true, and He ordered me to stay away from Him; for the past fifteen years, I have obeyed, hiding in solitude. It wasn't hard, seeing that for the majority of those years, He slept in another heart.
Recently, however, He woke up, and went back to the clutches of Xehanort. It was then that I knew that the cruel master of my master had planned to use His body as a vessel (the JERK!). Luckily He escaped, but barely. Soon enough, Xehanort and his eleven other selves found Him again, taking refuge in the Keyblade Graveyard. The place is a rocky, desert-like terrain, where at one time keyblade warriors fought to the death over a weapon called the X-blade.
And another fight took place there just moments ago, my master summoning various types of Unversed, some I didn't even recognize. The Xehanort Vessels, bearing black hooded cloaks, attacked them, while the real Xehanort clashed with our master. Their fight remained one-on-one, thanks to the masses of flood keeping the vessels at bay to prevent Master from becoming out-matched. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain, as they cut through the Unversed to backup their lord.
Like Xehanort needed backup. He used swift, heavy combos, leaving no openings for Master. And when He tried to fall back, Xehanort would use powerful magic like Thundarga and Blizzardga. If anything, the Unversed should've been helping Him out. He must've ordered them to leave Xehanort to Him; otherwise they would be clawing Xehanort's hide off. Sometimes our master can be too proud for his own good.
As the battle reached its climax, it was clear who the victor was. Master was tired out, and cornered by His masters, a ledge behind him. He, however, was oblivious to this, and took the fatal step into the air.
And I can only watch in horror as my master shatters before my eyes.