This is my new story.. I'm new to , so wish me luck. Reviews would be appreciated. Note: The first few chapters will be kinda short, because I need to introduce everything. :) Also, this is more of a prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kingdom Hearts. I only own my original characters and my original worlds.
An old woman sat facing three children. They all listened to her tell a story about light and darkness, and about how the world was split into many pieces; smaller worlds. It was a story that many believed in, and that was passed down through time.
"Long, long, ago, there was one single world. This world was filled with complete, pure light. The source of the light was something called Kingdom Hearts..." the old woman began her story. "However, there was a simple factor that lead to this era's downfall. You see, with light comes darkness. Darkness began to form in the peoples' hearts, and they started the Keyblade War. They all wanted the light of Kingdom Hearts for themselves, so they were filled with so much darkness, that Kingdom Hearts was swallowed by it. As a result of the vicious war, the world was split into countless tinier worlds. The legend says that the light of Kingdom Hearts still exists, in the hearts of children." the woman came to the end of her tale, looking at all three of the children in front of her.
The world that she lived on was a lonely place, usually. It had very few inhabitants among it, all before she found them. They changed her life, and filled her with happiness. Such a happiness made her believe in the legend of Kingdom Hearts.
She really didn't understand how they had gotten to her world, but she had saved them from a harsh thunderstorm, and raised them on her own. She taught them to believe in Kingdom Hearts, just as they taught her. Deep down, she knew that they were destined for something great. She really was very grateful.
"Wooow! It's as amazing as ever, grandma!" one kid, with light blue eyes and blonde hair, shouted in awe.
"Acharon.. I'm glad you like it.. after all, it is our history." she said to him, then turned to face another of kid, who had a doubtful expression.
"Acharon, you don't even know if it's real. It seems too spectacular to me." the doubtful boy said. His orange eyes twinkled in the light of the fireplace, and his red hair matched the fire itself.
"Blain, of course the story's real! Grandma wouldn't say it was real, if it wasn't!" the last of the three children said. She had short dark hair, in a ponytail, and strangely purple colored eyes.
Acharon nodded to her assuringly, in agreement. "Blain, Acharon, Sifrit... If anything ever happens to me, or this world... I want all of you to follow the ways of the light. Remember my story, because it will prove to be helpful someday.." the woman said gently.
The children, astonished, convinced her that nothing would ever happen to her. They couldn't imagine anything ever happening to their precious grandmother. Maybe it could have been their purity, or maybe the light that was fabled to be within their hearts. Either way, they never would have thought of what would happen next.
The old woman awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of heavy rainfall. The sound was calming, and it reminded her of the day she saved the three children. She lay on her bed, taking in the sound of thunder, and rain.
She heard footsteps outside her door, or maybe a brushing noise. She couldn't tell. Since the noise didn't stop for a while, she decided to go see what it was. She walked toward the doorway, wondering about what it could be. Probably one of the children, she thought.
When she opened the door, all she could see was a glance of darkness. She was slammed to the floor, held down by the dark creature. There it was, right above her, its yellow eyes terrifying her. Her breathing was becoming faster and faster, as she watched the monster poise its clawed hand to strike straight at her heart.
The three childrens' smiling faces popped into her head, making her last moment happy and calm. "Farewell, my children. I hope you're ready for what's to come..." the old woman said, a gentle smile spreading across her face.
The creature struck at her heart, releasing it from her body and grabbing it for itself. The woman felt herself fading away, and losing her memories rapidly. The creature, finished feeding on her heart, jumped through the nearby window leaving it's prey on the floor.
Without a heart, the woman had lost all signs of humanity, leaving a cold, dark shell behind. It's claws and penetrating yellow eyes, were its only features. The rest was pure darkness. The heart really is a tricky subject... when the a body loses its heart, its memories are lost, and it becomes a feral being, with a thirst to regain a heart. Such remains, are called heartless.