Another new story! I at least want to get this one started. I'll start again after I finish up one of my other stories. In the meantime, enjoy!
Kingdom Hearts – The Oblivion Herald
The figure in white walked down trail, making sure to watch his step. More than one traveler has slipped and fallen to his death, the many skeletons below offering proof. However, the figure showed no sign of losing their balance, even seeming at ease. Their attention was focused on their destination.
The Keyblade Graveyard spread out before them. The two vast columns of weapons was in the same condition the figure saw it in last time – rusting and losing their colors. Some had even rusted to the point of falling under their own weight.
Pulling back the hood, the figure was revealed to be a young man in his early twenties. Blue eyes clashed violently with his neon green hair, giving him the appearance of a madman who saw more than he let on.
"It still hasn't changed," he muttered, his voice resembling that of a Victorian era gentleman. "Even with Xehanort's schemes, it hasn't changed at all after 3,020 years."
Reaching into his robe, he took out a silver rose. From a distance, it would have looked fake. Up close, though, the silver actually came from the flower itself. The stem had a line of rubies that stopped an inch from the flower bulb. After kissing the flower, he placed in front of the Keyblades of Light.
"I'm sorry," he simply said.
A low rumble coursed through the Graveyard. At first, the man thought it was an earthquake. Then he remembered – this world was dead. There wasn't an ecosystem or a planet core to create an earthquake. That's when he heard the scream. It started human, but then it became so filled with rage that it lost that humanity.
It can't be. The man knew that voice. But… he died. He was one of the first casualties of the Keyblade War!
It took him very little time to locate the source of the voice. Dashing off into the column of Darkness Keyblades, he prayed that he was wrong. He would prefer losing himself to insanity and having that be the source of the voice rather than have him be alive.
The hole in the ground confirmed his worst fears. One of the darkest secrets of the Dark Keyblade wielders had been unearthed. Next to the hole was a message carved into the rock.
Light and Darkness shall come to fear Oblivion.
"He's back," the man whispered, taking a step back. "The Oblivion Herald is back."
His mind raced, thinking of his options. Yen Sid had gone into hiding, ready to train the next Keyblade Wielder. His apprentice was skilled, but he had problems of his own to take care. That boy, Riku, was still struggling with his inner Darkness. Sora was promising, but Namine was still working on reconstructing his memories.
Gazing out at the Keyblades of Light, he got an idea.
"It'll be temporary, but it's time to choose more Keyblade Wielders."