Balancing Act
Chapter 1: Escape
I don't own kindom hearts! That privelage goes to Square Enix and Disney. I only own some minor (and slightly larger) plot elements and my OC(s). Enjoy! :D
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The land of departure. Everyone should know about it by now. Its purpose. Its architecture. Its security. It's basically a giant castle, complete with training area, housing quarters, and a mountain summit with a stunning view of the stars. Each structure is on a different floating island connected together by large chains and wooden bridges. Though... what secrets does it hold below? This has never been touched upon, until now.
A small boy sat on a single small island in the middle of a sea of light. He had white hair that was combed back and his eyes were white with blue pupils. His skin was pale and his build was small. He couldn't have been older than fourteen at most. He wore a black and white checker patterened T-shirt and a white unzipped vest. His shorts were twice layered. Form fitting, black shorts underneath with a baggy, white, cargo layer above. On his shoulders were seemingly bronze shoulder guards with an ivory edging and a blue gem melded into the center of each. Around his neck was a chain necklace with a grey winged pendant that held a gem similar to those held by the guards, and on his feet were white sneakers with black armor. This was Luke.
He was doing his usual routine. Sit around, eating melon, while organizing the sand at his feet. He was stuck on this pathetic excuse of land. He had been for years. He atill remembered a dark haired boy holding back a blue haired girl as his master 'escorted' him off of the main establishment. It broke Luke's heart in two. Luke looked up at the floating islands and thought, "Will I ever see them again?"
Luke twisted his head at the sound of warping behind him. A large expanse of darkness openned behind him and out stepped two people. A boy wearing a purple and red body suit and a mask, and an old, bald man with a silver goatee who was wearing a rather large trench coat. Luke simply turned away and sulked thinking, "Darkness is nothing new to me."
The old man started, "Come now, my boy. What are you doing down here of all places?"
"I can't get back up." He replied simply before pointing up to the islands.
"Why not?" The man asked. His voice showed concern, but his golden eyes glowed with the promise of opportunity.
"I'm stuck."
"What if I could return you to that place you so desire?"
The old man was shoved into one of the few trees on the scrap of land which thay stood. The docile Luke was gone, now replaced by a new boy. His eyes changed to red pupils with black base. His hair spiked upwards and turned pitch black. His stare turned from innocent to menacing. The jewels he wore turned a deep violet and every scrap of black and white switched to the opposite color. This new boy had the old man against the tree with his arm behind his back.
"Sorry gramps, but I'm not really in the trusting mood." His voice held malice only a being of the dark could hold.
"Now, now, my boy. All you need to do is step through the door. Nothing more." The boy in the jumpsuit gestured to the darkness. Luke's dark side, called Seraph, just grunted.
"Let's see just how smart this descision was for you," and he was gone. The old man couldn't stop a maniacle laugh.
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