This is a story, about a world of adventure. A sea, full of excitement. And a man, with a dream. And a passion that seeks to drive him to the top!
"My names Sora and I am going to become a keyblade master!"...or so you'd think. No, our story takes place before Sora's rise to becoming a keyblade wielder, before Organization Xlll, before even the dreaded Xehanort.
This story takes place in a time where the light was dim, paranoia was in every keyblade wielders mind. As a dark prophecy that would soon cause the end of worlds was said to be arising soon. In a time that needed true heroes, but was to late to stop the dark tides of change. This is the story, of the ancient keyblade war, and the warriors who would forever be forgotten in the battle.
Our story starts in a dark tower, outside the realm of existence. Just a single tower standing tall in nothingness. At the top floor of the tower was a throne room, a place where no light existed, only darkness. The door to the throne room slammed open, a wounded man entered. "You...You lied to me. You've tricked us all." The man on the throne looked unamused. but sat up straight to hear the man out. "I know...the truth. You don't intend...to fix the light...do you?" The man on the throne suddenly gave a smirk, not expecting such a surprise so soon. Although he had expected someone to find out his plans eventually, he never expected it of his former friend.
The man stood up, "Hehehe, I'm shocked. My own friend, turning on me as if I am some monster." The wounded man leaned on the keblade he held for support. "You'r...no friend. You...are a monster. The darkness...you've changed." The wounded soldier held out his keyblade, but barely able to hold it. "Ha, no you have changed. You've grown weak. Me and you use to go toe to toe, but now you as well as your whole team of pathetic weaklings get nearly crushed by a simple Darksider. But, I will give you credit for being the last one to survive."
The wounded man fell back, supporting himself against the closed door behind him. "You...you know what you did. The darkness in you...its corrupted you. You...can't...control it." The man just laughed, "Hahaha, your in no position to talk about ones weakness. While I stand here in perfect health, as strong as ever. You stand their, wounded and near death. Darkness is the ultimate source of power and life, can't you see." The wounded man got back on his feet and drew his keblade once more.
The other man had enough and enveloped himself in darkness, drawing forth a keyblade of immense power. A keyblade enclosed in darkness, unlike any other to have been created. "You see, this is the true power of darkness. Your pathetic toy pails in comparison to mines strength. Let me tell you something less you forget."
"Light can exist and the shadows will always be their, but darkness can exist without light ever existing. Every heart is born with darkness, and every heart ends with darkness. No matter what happens darkness will always exist, but the lights the only thing that can vanish. It weak and pathetic like all of its followers. But if theirs 1 thing that I've learned its that the brighter the light, the darker the shadows."
The wounded man got closer, "And that's why...that's why you're gathering the light. To grow the darkness...to an unbelievable amount. Well...I won't let you. he prochapcy...can't...come true..."
He went for the attack, but the darkness held him in place. Unable to move the wounded man could only stare into the dark abyss of his former friends eyes. What were once mirrors into a world of hope and a brighter future, were empty and soulless. "The dark man raised his keyblade, "I'm sorry dear friend, but their is no place for you in my new world. It was better for you to go out this way." The wounded man said his final words before the dark keyblade ended his life, and sent his heart into the void of darkness.
Those last words echoed through the halls of the dark building, "My life may end here...but it shall be carried on...by...my student..." 1 week remaining...