Chapter 1: Dark and Light.
The black haired boy back flipped over the fire ball that was sent flying towards him. The blonde haired girl rushed forward and began to slash with the giant key she held in her hand. The boy smiled as his black and grey armor moved with his muscles to duck under the girl's slash. He held out his right hand and a giant key of his own appeared in his hand.
"Give up Dark Wielder!" The young woman shouted from under her white and silver armored mask. "You cannot defeat the light!"
"Maybe," The young man twirled the bronze colored keyblade around his hand and smirked under his armored mask that matched his body armor, "But I know I can defeat you." He held out his Keyblade and began to walk around the girl slowly. She was wearing white and silver armor that seemed to be the polar opposite of his black and grey. He looked over at her keyblade and smiled even bigger. It was a mage's keyblade, short and had very little defense to it.
The girl looked over at the Dark Wielder before her. She had seen him on the battle field many times in the past. He did not summon heartless like many other Dark Wielders but he did fight for their side. He carried a long bronze keyblade. A warrior's key. This young man was a fighter; he must have preferred hand to hand fights over long distance magical ones. There he was at a disadvantage.
The boy ran his armor covered hand over the long black hair that came out of the armored mask. The girl brushed the blonde hair out of her face that came from her own mask. She held the keyblade out in front of her like a wand and waited. The boy flipped his keyblade and caught holding it behind him backwards. He rushed forward and flipped bringing the keyblade up at the woman's skull. She stepped back and rammed the end of her own keyblade into her foe's back.
"Firaga!" She shouted causing large fire balls to encircle her and crash into the Dark Wielder.
"UGH!" The Dark Wielder shouted as he was sent flying away upside down. 'Damn that Light Wielder!'
"I told you Dark Wielder," The Light Wielder taunted, "You cannot defeat me. Give up and join the Keyblades of Light."
"No thanks." The man stood up and brushed off his armor holding out his left hand. "I like working for the darkness." A second Keyblade appeared in his hand.
'A dual wielder?' The woman took a few steps back and held out her keyblade as the boy began to twirl his twin keyblades. 'He must be much more powerful then he lets on.'
"Ready or not," The Dark Wielder crouched low to the ground and disappeared, "Here I come!" He reappeared in multiple places before appearing right before the Light wielder with both keyblades crossed in front of him.
She watched as he sliced both keyblades across her chest sending her flying back against the wall of a nearby building. She looked up to see him running towards her fast.
"Reflega." She shouted just as the man slammed both keyblades down up on her. A light screen surrounded her sending the man's attack back at him and sending him flying back himself. "Thundagra!" She shouted and twisted lifting her keyblade high into the air.
'Shit.' The man began to skid across the ground as lightning strikes struck down all around him and nearly struck him. "You going to fight for real or continue to hide behind those lame magic tricks?"
"Going to keep doing what works for me." She shot back. She was amazed she was able to speak the way she was. She was normally very quiet, especially in battle.
"I've seen you before you know." The man rested each keyblade across his back never letting go of the handles. "You'd be good on our side. Open your heart to the darkness. You'd like being on our side."
"I fight to protect the worlds from falling to darkness! That's what keyblades were made for!" She shouted angrily.
"Keyblades were made for us to unleash the darkness into the worlds!" The man shouted back getting just as angry. He held each Keyblade out in front of him and pointed them at the woman. "Fire!" He shouted shooting fire ball after fire ball from his keyblade's tips.
'First level magic but firing back to back all at once.' She took note in her head. 'He is indeed more powerful then he lets on. Only a firaga master could use level one rapid fire like this.'
'Damn this bitch!' The man shouted as the Reflega spell blocked each of his fire balls sending them back into each other. 'How powerful are her spells? This should have faded by now.'
'Reflega is about to fade.' She held out her keyblade and focused on the fire balls that he was continuing to fire. 'I'll have to time this perfectly.' She watched intently as the man drew in his energy and released another wave of fire balls towards her. Just as her Reflega Spell vanished around her she lifted up her keyblade. "Blizargra!" She shouted letting loose a large snow storm that put out the man's fire balls all at once.
Just as the smoke cleared from the magical aftermath the man shot towards the woman and sliced both keyblades towards the woman. Right before the keyblades sliced into her midsection a whistle blew. Both Wielders stopped in their tracks and looked up to see a train was pulling up to the station where they were fighting. The man stepped back and cursed. The woman exhaled loudly as she placed her free hand against her stomach. Each Wielder made their keyblades vanish from their hands and stared over at each other.
"You lucked out this time Light Wielder." The man said harshly. A dark portal opened behind him and he turned his back on her stepping through it. "I'll kill you next time."
The woman formed a large vehicle under feet and blasted off into the sky just as the train pulled up to the station. "It'll be the other way around Dark Wielder!" She shouted just as the portal closed around the Dark Wielder.
The Dark Wielder stepped from the portal into a large bare room where three other people stood. He released his armor back into his gauntlet around his right hand and scratched his head. His short spikey black hair was glued lightly to his forehead from his fight and he rubbed the small of his back where the Light Wielder had struck him with the fire ball. His red and black outfit set loosely to his skinny frame and his exposed arms showed battle wounds from his fights with other Light Wielders.
"Looks like you came back unsuccessful there Gaze." Said a large young man by the window. He was no older then Gaze but stood nearly seven foot tall. He was wide and all muscle and showed it through his tight fitting Dark Wielder clothing.
"No one asked you Hue." Gaze stuck his tongue out at his longtime friend and they both laughed.
"Vex really wanted that particular Light Wielder dead." Said a young boy sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He held a long sleek silver keyblade with a large purple handle that encircled his hand. "She apparently has taken out a lot of our comrades."
"First off Nevo," Hue said picking the boy up with one hand by his collar, "They were our comrades, not yours." Hue smiled as the boy's face showed fear. His long nose and bald head nearly made Hue laugh out loud as he held the boy before him. "Secondly, Vex is never happy with Gaze's missions. So nothing new there."
"I'll have to agree with Nevo on this one Hue." Gaze said sitting next to the young girl sitting in on the couch in the corner. "Are you doing ok Margo?" The small red haired girl nodded her head quickly. "Vex isn't the only one who wanted this bitch gone. So did Gernot."
"Master Gernot didn't give you the mission though." Hue pointed out. "If he had you wouldn't have come back empty handed."
"How do you know he didn't kill her anyways?" Margo asked quietly.
"No charm." Hue and Gaze answered together.
"Meaning what exactly?" Nevo asked scratching his long nose.
"When a wielder kills another wielder as a prize they take the fallen's key charm." Gaze answered summoning one of his own keyblades. "If I were to be struck down I'd find it an insult for them not to take Gear Grind's Charm here." He struck the dangling gear that came from the handle of his keyblade. "Even more insulted," Gaze continued letting Gear Grind vanish and the darker twin of the keyblade appear in his hand, "If they didn't take Gear Spike's as well." Again he flicked the key charm gear dangling from the handle.
"Gaze has a mighty fine collection that he's handed over to Master Gernot over the years." Hue admitted. "More than me that's for sure and nearly as many as Master Vex."
"Is it something you brag about when you do it?" Nevo smiled and his eyes lit up and grew large. "Tell me the most brutal death you've ever befallen one of those lousy Light Wielders!"
Gaze smashed the butt of Gear Spike into Nevo's face causing the boy to fall back dropping his own keyblade. "One never brags about taking another Chosen One's life." Gaze stood over the young boy with Hue standing behind him to the side.
"We are all wielders and should never be happy to take the life of another Wielder." Hue commented.
"Light or Dark we are all Keyblade Wielders." Gaze leaned over the boy and placed the tip of Gear Spike against Nevo's throat. "Remember that when you take the Mastery Exam boy."
"Yes Master Gaze." Nevo said shakingly. Margo smiled to herself as Nevo got up and rushed to sit in the chair again resting his keyblade in his lap.
Gaze and Hue walked towards the window out of hearing range from the two young Wielders. Gaze let Gear Spike vanish from his hand as Hue leaned against the window and peered out over the training grounds of the Dark Keyblade Compound.
"We had to get those two didn't we?" Gaze asked letting out a loud sigh.
"Better them than most." Hue snorted. "Margo showed great skill today. It's like she turns into a different person when she's in the mist of battle."
"What about Nevo?" Gaze stared down the young bald boy.
"Nothing special honestly." Hue twitched his nose. "He's mediocre in magic and less then exemplary when it comes to one on one combat."
"How about handling the Heartless?"
"His heart isn't strong enough," Hue answered honestly, "If he summons more than two Shadows he begins to succumb to the darkness with in him."
"Only two Shadows?" Gaze breathed heavy and shook his head. "Keyblade must have been desperate for another wielder."
"That is one thing I'll give him." Hue said assumingly. "He can manifest and hold onto his keyblade like I've ever seen."
"Great," Gaze laughed, "At least he'll never be without a weapon he can barely control." Hue joined in on Gaze's laughter as the sun began to rise in the distance.
The cycle sat down just outside of a large training field where many wielders were training and testing their skills. The cycle vanished and the armor retreated upon the shoulder plate that rested upon a very modest bust of the blonde woman. She was young and stood just barely under five and half feet. She stretched her arms over her head and yawned as the bright morning sun shone down upon her.
"Jetchen!" Came a masculine voice from behind the woman. Jetchen turned around to see a slim young man, a little older then her, holding a large grey keyblade that looked to weigh nearly 200 pounds, running up to her.
"Glam." Jetchen greeted her longtime friend with a small hug. The man looked disappointed at the hug but quickly smiled when she looked up at him with tired eyes.
"How was your mission?" Glam asked hopeful. "You take that Dark Wielder out once and for all?"
"The Twilight Town train showed up before either of us could make our final blow." Jetchen yawned again and began to head up the stairs to the castle. "Lucky for me that is. He was gaining in for a final blow that would have sliced rights though my armor."
"I'm sure you could have held him off with one of those amazing spells of yours." Glam assured her smiling. His short green hair and bright smile made many of the new recruits and even some of the older wielders melt in their shoes. All except for Jetchen it seemed.
"I'm sure you're right Glam," Jetchen patted her friend's arm, "You're a great friend you know that?"
'NOOOOOOOOO!' Glam shouted in his head but just laughed and blushed at her compliment. Two young wielders came rushing from the castle each holding a keyblade and started play fighting in front of Glam and Jetchen.
"Newt, Quave, take it easy!" Jetchen laughed as she the two young wielders smiled and nodded their heads.
"How was your mission Master Jetchen?" Asked the young orange haired boy, Newt.
"I'm alive so it was a success." Jetchen smiled. "Quave was training well today?"
Quave, a short violet haired young girl nodded her head. When she was chosen by her keyblade she was originally picked up by the Dark Wielders but ran away and joined with the Light Wielders. She has not spoken since the day that Glam picked her up from the mist of space.
"Quave and Newt are both showing great skills in all areas." Glam acknowledged winking at the children. "I have no doubt when it's time for them to take the Mastery Exam they will both pass with flying colors."
"Thank you Master Glam!" Newt shouted and saluted, while Quave just smiled and saluted as well. "On your way to see Grand Master Xehanort, Master Jetchen?" Newt asked as he twirled his keyblade.
"I have to give a mission report." Jetchen started walking up the long steps to the castle above them. "He'll want to know about the Dark Wielder."
"He may not like that you don't have his Key Charm." Glam said after her.
"Charms." Jetchen corrected.
"Charms?" Glam and Newt asked at same time while Quave's eyes widened and she pushed past Newt.
"He was a dual Keyblade Wielder." Jetchen stopped and turned as Glam showed his anger. "I believe you know him pretty well Glam?
"That son of a bitch?" Glam shook visibly. "They sent you after the Dual Wielding Menace? The man I swore to myself who I'd be the one that took his damn charms? That's not right!" He smashed his keyblade into the railing of the stairs smashing it.
"I'm sorry Glam" Jetchen looked down. "Maybe you could have taken him out. I didn't."
"You're twice the wielder I am Jetchen." Glam said snapping back to reality. "I'm sure had the Twilight Train now showed up you could have taken him no problem."
Jetchen placed her hand over her exposed mid-drift and turned away from Glam and the two new wielders. She walked up to the castle alone and stopped outside and rested against the heavy doors falling to her knees. She began to sob softly as she remembered seeing her life flash before her eyes as the Dark Wielder closed in on her right before the whistle blew.
'A moment later and that Dark Wielder would have walked away with Pixie Wing's charm.' She summoned her keyblade into her hand and ran her hand over the short reddish pink keyblade. She ran her hand down to the red crown charm that gave her keyblade the power that was Pixie Wing. 'I cannot allow that! I'll either convince the dual wielder to join us or take the charms of both of his keyblades!' Jetchen stood up and entered into the Castle confidently.
Gaze looked up at the ceiling as Hue instructed Nevo and Margo on the basics of magic. Images of the Light Wielder flushed into his mind. The grace and easy moves of her attacks and the force behind her spells caused a smile to cross over his face.
Jetchen rested in her bedroom and looked over the dark ceiling as she remembered the Dark Wielder. Even through his armor she could tell he was slim yet muscular. The strength behind his blows and the swiftness he had when he skidded across the ground made her tingle all over and smile.
Gaze stood up and walked away from the newbies and his friend and into his room. He lifted his shirt and looked at the small burn mark on his back where the Wielder had struck him with the fire ball. He laughed to himself as he pulled his shirt back on and ran his fingers though his short spikey black hair.
Jetchen placed her hand over her modest chest and smiled as she remembered the Dark Wielder slamming his keyblades into her bust knocking her back. Had she been more equipped up top she probably would have absorbed the attack easier. She laughed as she remembered the Dark Wielder's quick tongue.
Gaze summoned Gear Grind and Gear Spike into his hands and twirled each of them in his hands. The Light Wielder's Reflega Spell had nearly caused his own weapons to turn against him but he had saved himself from being taken out by his own weapons. He made both vanish and lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.
Jetchen materialized Pixie Wing in her out stretched hand and smiled as she remembered how the Dark Wielder easily stopped himself from being taken out by the Reflega spell. She let the keyblade vanish from her grip and closed her eyes.
Both Gaze and Jetchen allowed sleep to take them over as images of thoughts of each other flooded their minds. Gaze dreaming of the blonde Light Wielder that managed to burn his back. Jetchen dreaming of the strong Dark Wielder who had nearly taken her life.