The wheel continued to spin. Every grove of the machine matched up perfectly as the process carried on. Snaking through the grove, the fibers slowly twisted and collected at the end of their dance to gently fall into the basket. Of course the final rest was no surprise to Lea, he had nothing better to do than to watch his mother, Teleaf, work endlessly during the spring day.
During most of the year Radiant Gardens served as a fantastic place to live with ordinary people with smiling faces, but the spring was its one down fall. Flowers blooming and sun blaring the atmosphere lit like a furnace and cooked its residence into submission of quick labor or isolation. Lea actually quiet enjoyed it; it matched his hair. No one, not even his mother, understood where the fiery locks originated from but none the less they made sure that everyone knew they were there. Standing as a protected tropical island though where his eye. Forest green and great for penetrating into the soul, Lea had learned to use both his eyes and hair to their fullest potential.
The clicking of boots quickly awoke Lea from his lolling day dream and he jumped up and headed for the stairs as his mother's back became straight and posed, perfect posture. Taking them two or three at a time, Lea just made the landing and rounded the corner when the door was thrown open revealing a pompously fat man with stubbly double chin. Starin took up most of the doorway with his glutinous middle and the rest was filled with the pride that only an idiot can possess. Lea hated the man and his mother tolerated him, what else was a widowed woman to do? After Axel's father had died Teleaf had no other choice but to move in with the distasteful landlord to keep herself and her boy from the Outlands.
Lea's rage pulsed his vision as he flattened out across his bed. A slight breeze tried to calm him, but to no means. The dreaded man represented nothing but anger for him. He grit his teeth and envisioned his mother beating out steaks for the carnivore to feast on below him but knew that the image was only his imagination trying to help distort his reality. Teleaf was strong but she shouldn't have to be.
A light with the power of the sun broken through Lea's window and he shunned his eyes to dampen the sting. Just when the pain was about to incapacitate him everything went dark. Adrenaline coursed through his body. Lea had only ever experience something like this once before. It couldn't be possible. Why would a Key-blade Master visit them?
Lea racked his brain and immediately felt his stomach drop. If the Master was here for the Unversed Lea was in for it. Simply acting under a dare from the three ducklings in town he had gone out to one of the meadows just outside the massive gates to the city and drawn the crude hearts symbol. Nothing happen for a solid five minutes and just went he thought of returning to teach the triplets a lesson a dark purple flame erupt and filled the gashes in the ground. Manifesting from the artificial shadows multiple speeding creatures darted from the scene and headed to the cities sewers. It pasted so fast Lea would have pushed it off as a dream had it not been for the blacked, charred heart that remained as a relic.