Edit: Cover photo made by the awesome EkkoBunny! Thank you so much!
This idea was given to me a long time ago and I've finally gotten around to writing it out(Thank you Ziya Hitsugaya, who gave me the idea!). This is just the prologue and the later parts of the story is still in planning but I hope it's good ^^ I started this before the new Bleach arc with the Quincies, so i'm ignoring everything that happens there in order to make this. Just act like the Quincies never showed up and such, hehe.
Don't own Bleach, wish I did, Enjoy!
Amid a world unseen by even the strongest Soul Reaper, darkness held its grip. It was night there, no moon and only small twinkling stars to light the way for the shadowed figure.
The figure vanished then, before reappearing inside a large room in shadow lit only by a small dying candle. The candle lay on a cherry wood table carved with skilled hands. Beside the table was a king sized bed draped in silver sheets of silk, a red comforter underneath to keep the figure in the bed warm.
At the slight sound of the wind made as the shadowed figure arrived, the bed-ridden man opened his eyes. The candlelight reflected off eyes of sharpest blue with a swirl of emerald, eyes that saw everything. The rest of the man was either hidden by blankets or shadow.
"I've come as requested." The shadowed figure spoke softly, a woman's voice, kneeling beside the figure's bed.
"Thank you. Are the others coming?" The bed-ridden man's voice was husky and aged.
"We are." Another voice spoke, this one male, as five other figures arrived among the shadows.
The sheets rustled as their occupant lifted himself up, revealing a thin frame cloaked in black.
"It seems the situation has become dire indeed." He sighed. "I thought I would never need to ask this of you so soon."
"Ask us what?" Questioned a third voice from the six figures gathered around him.
There was a stretching silence, and one of the six shifted uneasily in place. They did not know what to expect of the man.
"This war is taking its toll on me." The man said with an air of despair. "These may just be the last missions I give you, and I hope you can accomplish them before it is too late."
"Sir, why do you speak this way?" One of the figures took a step forward.
"You know as well as I…I will not live to the end of this. My time is ending; it is time for my successor to take his place in my vacant throne."
The six figures shared glances between them, understanding what it was he was asking and not liking their circumstances one bit.
"I will leave this world and return to the cycle of souls, as the others before me have. I ask each of you to keep back the enemy for as long as you can."
The man turned to each of the six still draped in shadow.
"And this I ask of you not as your King but as a father. Find my son, and make him into the next Soul King."
Silence once more stretched between them before five of the figures vanished. One had remained, and even among the shadow, one could tell that this figure was slight of frame and young.
"Ruler of Magika," The man acknowledged the person, "I guess you did not miss my glance."
The young woman nodded stiffly, whispering something that caused the man to smile briefly.
"My task for you is separate, as you are the only one who knows what my son looks like. You will guide him, lead him to us. Your skill is necessary to help him survive so he needs to trust you."
"I shall do as you wish." The woman bowed. "Guiding from the shadows is something I do well."
"Which is why I chose you. Please, lead him here in one piece."
Instead of vanishing with Flash Step as the others had, the girl enveloped herself in a brief flash of light and vanished from the realm of the Soul King entirely.
"Now…I'm sure the Thirteen Court Guard Squads need to be informed of this." The man sighed heavily, reaching for the parchment beside his bed. "The faster my son is found…the safer Soul Society is."