A/N: Ok, guys, this is my first story, so I hope that you al will like it. I worked REALLY hard on it, too. I don't own kingdom hearts (if I did, my OC would be in it lol) or any of the characters beside my oc's. So, w/o thurther ado, here it is!1!
It was dark out, rain porring down from the sky like icy needles of sorrow as I stood on top of memory Skyscper, surveying all of the dark city of the nobodies. I thought back to what had led led me here: my dark, troubled past and the people ive come to know here who saved me.
~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~
I was five years old at the time, living with my parents in our home world of Radiant Garden. My mother and father were always abusive to me, and would force me to do chores nonstop. If I didn't do chores, I would be beaten extra that day. You see, I was beaten nearly every day.
I lived in a closet next to the laundry room, where I would spend my time writng and reading stories. You see, even tho I was only 5 years of age at the time, i was already quite good at writing, reading, and such.
One noght, as I was laying in my pile of blankets in my tiny closet that I used as a bed, reading a story about the hearts of the worlds, I heard my father come home drunk again. I always hated this time of day; usually, if I stayed in my closet and was quiet enough, he would not notice me and would not beat me. This particyular nihgt, however, i was not so lucky.
"where the hell is that little brat?" my father drunkenly yelled as he stromed thru the house, looking for me.
I heard his heavy boots stomping towards my closet. I looked down, my short, dark hair covering my eyes, and tried to hide under on of my blankets.
My father forcefully swung open the closet door with a great force, hitting me with the door as he did
"Ow!" I cried out in pain, tears welling in my greenish blue orbs that seemed to alternate between the two colors with red lines in them.
My father dragged me out from under my blanket and threw me into teh living room. I landed really hard on top of the coffee table. By this time, tears were streaming down my pale white face
"Please, no!" i cried. I was very afraid of what could happen to me.
"this is for being a freak!" my father drunkenly shouted as he broke a beer bottle on the counter. He then walked into the living room, where I was still laying on the coffee tabl, unable to move.
"please don't!11!" I begged.
Then, he slashed at my with the broken beer bottle, hitting me square on my eyes. I screamed out in pain, and then I passed out.
When i awoke sometume later, I tried to open my eyes. That's when I realized it- I couldn't see!
Just then, the doctor walked in. "Youre father hitting you with the beer botte severelyt damaged youre eyes. Your blind now, im sorry." Then he left.
I began to cry, but this time the tears were blood from my enguries. The blood streamed down my face as I sobbed in pain.
"NOOOO!" I cried out in sorrow.
~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~
That horrible day was eleven years ago. I was now 16. I continued to reminisce on top of the skyscraper in the World that Never Was. I brushed my slightly longer than shoulder length ebony black hair, which often seemed to shine in many colors, back with my black-gloved hand, Mking the black blindfold I had over my damaged eyes all the more noticalble. (A/N: it s pretty much like the blindfold Riku wear)
I began to think of another day, several years after that incident, when my life took another turn.
~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~
I was now thirteen, and had been blind for a number of years. I wore a black blindfold, but it didn't really mess with me getting around, since I had been training myself since I went blind. I would often meditate, practice my fighting skills, ans stuff like that.
After my father attacked me, I had been sent to the orphanage. It wasn't much better than home had been, and all of the other kids would make fun of me for being blind.
On this particular day, I was alone in the woods practicing my fighting skills. The only time I was really hapyy was when I was alone like this. I was using a stick like a sword.
All of a sudden, I could since small black creatures coming out of the ground, completely surrounding me. I tried to fight them off, but there were to many of them.
I tried to call for help, but it was no use, sense I was too far out in th woods for anyone too hear me. One of them knocked me to the ground, and then, I could feel it reach into my chest with its claws, and….. it took my heart.
I then faded into the blackness.
the next thing I new, I was standing in front of an old mansion in a town I had never been to before. (A/N: even though she cant see it, she can still sense it and stuff thanks to all of her training)
Just then, a man in a black coat walked up to me.
"You seek answers," he said
I nodded.
"I can give you purpose," he responded. With a wave of his hand, my name, Emily, appaeared in letters of light in front of me
The letters than began spinning around, then a large x appeared in light as well. They arranged themselves differently to form a new name
"Xielym…" I said. (A/N: pronounced "she-lim")
"That is right," said the man. "The new you."
~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~
That was how I came to join the Organization as Number XV, The Dark Angel. I summoned my keyblade, which I had learned to use shortly after joining the Organization. It was dark black and blue, and had a angel wing that was black as the night as a keychain. It was called Dark Destiny. (A/N: It looks like a mix between Ven's Lost memory keyblade and oathkeeper in the handle, and it kind of looks like aquas brightcrest on the actual sword looking part.)
I opened a dark portal, and began to walk through it. I had a mission to do.
A/N: What do you guys think? I really like it, in my opinion. I do not own spell check, so there may be a few spelling errors, since im a really, REALLY bad speller lol. If people think it is good, then i will keep writng it. Please R&R!