I've been reading fanfic's of One Piece for awhile now. I like to think that I have a pretty good grasp on some of the characters. This story here is just a crazy, leap of faith from yours truly. I do hope I don't fall and break my damn neck. That would suck. :P
Anyway, Me and my co-author, The Blonde Beagle, are attempting to write Law and Kid. And oh my God I've never been more scared in my whole life. They're some hard dudes to write! And I hate OOC! HATE IT! So please if in the future I lose my mind and write someone wrong shove a devil fruit down my throat and push me into the sea. And yes this will be a Law/OC, Kid/OC. I absolutely will not write Yaoi! Just no. No.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. If I did you'd see me running around after Akainu with an angry mob. I will stop rambling now. So without further ado, Arcane Dissonance. XD
Prologue…
Shinsuitama…
… Baransuitama…
…Kinsuitama…
…Kaiketsuitama…
Four names that have faded from the memory of the world. Like ash thrown to the winds they fell into the depths of time, and though they may be forgotten their essence still whispers within the minds of the Gifted.
Whispers of a time long past. A time before the rise of corruption and hate, a time where the world and its innocence remained untainted by tyranny. It was a peaceful world; the blood of man had not been spilled, nor had it turned on its brother. Mankind lived quietly and happily, however they were not the sole beings to inhabit such blissful ambience.
Living alongside them were the Four Great Sea Spirits. No one truly knows how they came to be, yet it was common knowledge to all that they belonged to the sea just as man belonged to the land. They were magnificent creatures. Winged beasts so massive, so mighty that to even catch a glimpse of one was looked upon as a sacred benediction. Amazed by these creatures of wisdom and strength man grew to revere their celestial neighbors as deities.
The coexistence between human and dragon was a contented one, each ruling their own domains while admiring and watching the other. And so paradise stretched over the decades.
But evil stirred in the wake of such happiness; it watched and waited, waited for that one opportunity to tip the scale.
An opportunity it found lurking in the hearts of the new generation. Youth had no experience, no resistance to the unseen hand of sin; with a touch here and a nudge there the seed was planted.
It would be many years of peace before the seed sprouted but evil was patient in its game.
Oblivious to the plot against them the Great Sea Spirits along with their mortal companions lived on. The new generation grew as all children do. Time past, new lives were made, new hopes and dreams molded the actions of children long gone from their parent's strong embrace.
Ever vigilant of their offspring the parents watched, watched as the new generation grew wild and adventurous. No longer were they content to live as their elders had lived. To worship and admire from afar.
No. They sought the unknown and the dangerous. They sought the sea.
And so the new generation strayed from their domain. Strayed into territories not theirs to tread.
Shock and tragedy.
Pain and loss.
And finally—Death.
The Four Great Sea Spirits keened in horror at this onslaught of chaos the sea had wrought upon the mortals. They did not deserve such loss and the grief that came with it. They were gentle creatures not beasts of destruction, though the sea was wrathful at times it was not murderous. They would never purposely harm those who would show such devotion and love, never take something so precious as a soul.
Ashamed the Four Sea Spirits gathered all those that had been lost at sea and with pain in their hearts they lamented quietly the loss of life.
Evil cackled in sweet triumph. It chortled in its victory and danced around the bodies of the dead.
Enraged shrieks and snarls ripped from the Four Sea Spirits at this atrocity. This malignant force dared touch what had so tragically fallen. It would not taint such innocence.
Evil grinned and smirked at them. Oh, but I already have.
The Four Sea Spirits glared at the inky blackness, hate shimmering in slit eyes.
A stalemate.
A Stillness.
A decision.
As one the Four Great Sea Spirits turned their horned heads toward the sky. Their voices rose to the heavens, blending seamlessly into a roar for retribution. Within the depths of their eyes shown the flickering glint of the stars, the almost inconceivable amassing of power. Terrible power. The oceans raged around them, wind howled, and the earth shook and exploded—
Then it stopped.
Deafening silence.
The inky cloud of evil abruptly let loose a screech of rage and terror, recoiling back into the shadows. It hissed like a coiled snake at the corpses which were corpses no longer.
New life ascended, bodies warmed, hearts palpitated, and evil was beaten down by the awakening of the Gifted. For that was the decision. With the blessings of the sea the lost were reborn anew.
But not to humanity would they return; they woke to a new existence. One of hardened scales and freedom. Of endless flights and longevity. This was the gift. A selfless act. A giving of one's essence.
The Gifted rose to their feet, slowly, cautiously. Arms stretched, clawed fingers extended, and smiles brightened solemn expressions. Camaraderie borne of mutual circumstance and wonder bonded the Gifted together. And though they were not consciously aware of such an occurrence they instinctively accepted it.
Crowing in jubilation they rejoiced in their second chance, eternally grateful to the Spirits of the Sea.
Enlivened with life and friendship the Gifted returned to their former domain of land and soil. Cries of shock and relief prevailed followed by exclamations of awe as they retold the tale of their rebirth. Families reunited, couples kissed, and friends reconnected.
But darkness still lingered yet its source did not stem from evil. No, nothing so grand. This darkness crawled out of the hearts of man. Those few who did not delight in the appearance of the Gifted.
Instead they filled the air with acrid words of envy. Jealousy and hate festered between them, eyes dark with lust and greed. They craved for the power of the Gifted. Coveted it relentlessly. Why were they, the rulers of the land, not given the gift of immortality. They were royalty, surely they had far more entitlement then those who'd been lost at sea. The kings could only view this thinking as the truth, being wrong was an impossibility to them.
Alight with anticipation they traveled to the nearest temple.
The Four Great Sea Spirits, though, had grown wise to any happenings of malice. They would never again allow such horror to befall a second time, and seeing the scourge of corruption in the souls of those twenty mortals had already sealed their fate.
They were not worthy of being a Gifted.
Anger, fury, and hate seared the veins of those twenty mortals. They had been denied. They, the rulers had been told 'no'.
Failure.
It repeated itself like an unending mantra, rending and roiling until it grew too overwhelming for them to handle.
That one word opened the floodgates of wrath and damnation. It thundered and flailed like a live thing, wanting blood, wanting revenge. Suffering. And like loyal minions they dutifully unleashed it.
Twisted with undiluted fury the twenty kings ripped asunder the very existence of the Gifted. Hell descended unto the world once more, a world still not at all healed from its first calamity. Something so new, so pure and precious; it could not stand up to this reckless hate. And with the threat of annihilation looming over their heads the Gifted disappeared, drifted off into the abyss of time, soon forgotten by the world. Wiped clean from memory, from all those that had loved them so.
Gone. Vanished.
Without a trace.
But the presence of the Gifted still lurks within hidden shadows, their legacy unbroken despite civilization's refusal to acknowledge them.