Author's Note on Copyrights: Guess what, kiddies! I don't own Kingdom
Hearts. Yes, I know it would be great if I did, 'cause everyone would get
what they want. (Except the whole Sora-Riku pairing. You pervs!) Anyway,
the idea behind KH belongs to Squaresoft and Disney Interactive. All
characters belong to the same people. Allow me to briefly reiterate: This
is a fanfiction.
Chapter one is short (I think), so please R&R. Surely if you have the time to go around reading people's stories, you have the time to tell them what you thought. Even if it's a flame, go ahead and review.
Anthem's Report - Chapter 1
By Deus Magi
Hollow Bastion, its residing palace, hovered in radiant splendor over the misty Rising Falls. The sunlight danced along the enormous castle's spirals and arcane, icy moat below. A lone figure stood, gazing longingly into the distance, upon the Great Crescent. His ankles crossed, his gloved hands folded, he wondered.
"How do we coexist," he murmured, as if speaking to the receding sunlight. "How.?"
"You're here again, I see," said a deep voice behind the man.
He turned, smiled. "Squall, I thought your training had been extended today." His orange eyes flashed mischievously. "By none other than yourself, I'd presumed."
Squall nodded, coming forward to join his friend at the balcony. "I guess nothing's ever writen in stone." Squall's expression was stoic, as usual. His spiked auburn hair rustled in the soft breeze, gentle at even this altitude.
Ansem watched him silently. After a minute of unspoken thoughts, Squall glanced at him through the corner of his eye. "Is something the matter, sir?"
Ansem released a chesty laugh, turning his gaze once more toward the distance. "Something is always the matter, my friend. I'm thinking, however, that perhaps this matter might be dealt with." He sighted, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. "Maybe; just maybe."
Squall closed his eyes, stepped backward. "Don't let it get to your head, Master. I know how much a new book excites you." He shrugged. "Just imagine if there were other worlds."
"I will be the one to take note of it," Ansem said calmly, with a sly grin. "Until then."
"'Till then," sighed Squall. "Goodnight, sir." Ansem did not respond, A swift depart from the nimble warrior indicated the normality of that situation. Ansem, too, sighed. His revels would have to wait 'till morning, when placid twilight would not be disturbed. A moment more passed, Ansem turned, made his way to the Lift Stop. This place was a wonder to behold, if simply the castle wasn't. Platforms traveled on gleaming wires, operated by sparking circuits that utilized an ancient magic, transporting their rider to any location of his choosing. Depending on which lift one took, they could go anywhere in the castle.
Ansem chose to travel to the library. He had made a decision that - he felt - he was destiny-bound to follow. He would learn how humans coexisted with that which was known as "darkness". Arriving at the immense library, he headed toward the small desk on the balcony. He opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook, which he opened to the first, fresh page. He reached forward, grabbed an inked quill already on the desk, and wrote.
"Much of my life has been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. That knowledge has guarded this world well. Not a soul doubts that. I am blessed with people's smiles and respect.
"But though I am called a sage, there are things I do not understand. I believe darkness sleeps in every heart, no matter how pure. Given the chance, the smallest drop can spread and swallow the heart. I have witnessed it many times."
Here he paused, realizing the gravity of his writings. This darkness, spreading throughout the human heart - what could it have possibly meant?
"Darkness... Darkness of the heart.
"How is it born? How does it come to affect us so? As ruler of this world, I must find the answers.
"I must find them before the world is lost to those taken by the darkness."
Chapter one is short (I think), so please R&R. Surely if you have the time to go around reading people's stories, you have the time to tell them what you thought. Even if it's a flame, go ahead and review.
Anthem's Report - Chapter 1
By Deus Magi
Hollow Bastion, its residing palace, hovered in radiant splendor over the misty Rising Falls. The sunlight danced along the enormous castle's spirals and arcane, icy moat below. A lone figure stood, gazing longingly into the distance, upon the Great Crescent. His ankles crossed, his gloved hands folded, he wondered.
"How do we coexist," he murmured, as if speaking to the receding sunlight. "How.?"
"You're here again, I see," said a deep voice behind the man.
He turned, smiled. "Squall, I thought your training had been extended today." His orange eyes flashed mischievously. "By none other than yourself, I'd presumed."
Squall nodded, coming forward to join his friend at the balcony. "I guess nothing's ever writen in stone." Squall's expression was stoic, as usual. His spiked auburn hair rustled in the soft breeze, gentle at even this altitude.
Ansem watched him silently. After a minute of unspoken thoughts, Squall glanced at him through the corner of his eye. "Is something the matter, sir?"
Ansem released a chesty laugh, turning his gaze once more toward the distance. "Something is always the matter, my friend. I'm thinking, however, that perhaps this matter might be dealt with." He sighted, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. "Maybe; just maybe."
Squall closed his eyes, stepped backward. "Don't let it get to your head, Master. I know how much a new book excites you." He shrugged. "Just imagine if there were other worlds."
"I will be the one to take note of it," Ansem said calmly, with a sly grin. "Until then."
"'Till then," sighed Squall. "Goodnight, sir." Ansem did not respond, A swift depart from the nimble warrior indicated the normality of that situation. Ansem, too, sighed. His revels would have to wait 'till morning, when placid twilight would not be disturbed. A moment more passed, Ansem turned, made his way to the Lift Stop. This place was a wonder to behold, if simply the castle wasn't. Platforms traveled on gleaming wires, operated by sparking circuits that utilized an ancient magic, transporting their rider to any location of his choosing. Depending on which lift one took, they could go anywhere in the castle.
Ansem chose to travel to the library. He had made a decision that - he felt - he was destiny-bound to follow. He would learn how humans coexisted with that which was known as "darkness". Arriving at the immense library, he headed toward the small desk on the balcony. He opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook, which he opened to the first, fresh page. He reached forward, grabbed an inked quill already on the desk, and wrote.
"Much of my life has been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. That knowledge has guarded this world well. Not a soul doubts that. I am blessed with people's smiles and respect.
"But though I am called a sage, there are things I do not understand. I believe darkness sleeps in every heart, no matter how pure. Given the chance, the smallest drop can spread and swallow the heart. I have witnessed it many times."
Here he paused, realizing the gravity of his writings. This darkness, spreading throughout the human heart - what could it have possibly meant?
"Darkness... Darkness of the heart.
"How is it born? How does it come to affect us so? As ruler of this world, I must find the answers.
"I must find them before the world is lost to those taken by the darkness."