Ragnor got up from his crouching position, and examined the surrounding land. Of course, he found nothing out of the ordinary, as he had just decimated the Xarknok. Hideous creatures. Shapeless, until they fought. They emerged out of a shadow in the air and took whichever from they pleased. They had defeated even the mightiest of Keyblade masters. Ragnor would not be defeated, and he knew it.

His mighty name reflected everything about him. His sharp face, his built body, and his mighty heart. Mighty, and yet humble and kind. He wore elegant clothing, yet he was not yet a master. His black pants clung to his legs, and his shirt was white, going to his wrist. He had straps going in an "X" across his body, red. His hair was black, with a strand of white. It fell down his head, and half way down his torso. His piercing blue eyes had a determined look to them.

The green around him was unfamiliar. He had gotten here by accident. Flying through land between worlds he had been intercepted by the Xarknok. He fought valiantly, but to no avail. He landed on this part of the expansive world, overwhelmed by the Xarknok. Against the odds, he had defeated every one of them.

Now, he needed to rest, but he couldn't. He had a mission, a task he had to complete. He had to prove that you did not need to be a master to protect humanity. And all other worlds that may be out there.

All his life he was told that he should become a master. That was his destiny. That's not what he wanted. He wanted to be free. Do things on his time, and of his own strength. Not a through mark given by a mortal man. His quests were his. Noble, and true.

He thrust his right arm in front of him, and it hit invisible air. A metallic suit ensued his body. Black and silver, with highlights of gold. Completing the suit was a black white cape. He drew back, and a matching keyblade appeared in his hand. He was beginning to throw it in the air when a portal of black appeared behind him. He stood up right, in battle position. He readied himself. Out of the blackness appeared a shadowy figure. No define lines. Completely black except for his blazing red eyes. He held a keyblade, mirroring his appearance. The figure pulled back, ready for battle.

Ragnor rushed forward and swung at him. He swung through air. The figure appeared behind him and threw his keyblade at Ragnor. He fell to the ground, looking back at the figure. Ragnor was convinced it was a Xarknok. He rushed at him again and swung at his neck. Again the figure teleported. The figure let out a dark bellow. Ragnor was confused. A dark wielder? They haven't existed for generations!

"But alas, we have returned!"

Ragnor looked at the figure. He had not opened his mouth, and yet he heard his shadowy voice. What are you? Ragnor thought worriedly. You shall see. The figure replied back.

The Keyblade disappeared from the figure's hand and a black portal appeared behind him. He backed slowly into it.

"GET BACK HERE!" Ragnor screamed as he ran toward the figure.

The figure was enveloped by the black shadow. When Ragnor reached the portal, it faded away. He stood there in confusion of what had just happened. Shaking it off, he threw his Keyblade, Inversion, in the air. It returned capable vehicle the countless hours when traveling to the next lands. He was heading for a land of never ending desert, The Wasteland.

. . .

He arrived at the Wasteland in a matter of hours. it was a land of jagged cliffs, and the cracked dryness of a former lakebed. It had been dried up after a battle between two keyblade wielders. They were engaged in battle for several years. Good had prevailed, but the other had declared that there would be no life there ever again, and the lake dried up, and all the foliage died.

Now, it was a sacred ground. A remembrance of what had happened there. But why was Ragnor there? He had felt a calling, a strong pull. It was dark, though Ragnor was convinced that the only way to be a true master of the keyblade was to know how to control the light and the dark.

He had arrived at this barren wasteland. Jagged cliffs rising miles above him. The dry cracked ground beneath his feet. Still armored, he began analyzing the land. Far off he saw a distant figure. Small from this distance, his figure distorted from the heat rising off the ground. Again, Ragnor climbed on his vehicle and flew toward the figure.

The wind was whipping through his cape. Quickly, the figure grew. Now Ragnor could see one black wing and white hair flowing down the figure's back.

Ragnor grabbed his vehicle by a bar and jumped off. The vehicle reverted back to the Inversion. He hit the ground and executed a masterful roll. He stood up, and was no longer armored. He clutched his keyblade, ready for battle. The figure turned around and began to speak.

"You have arrived" the figure said plainly.

"You- you were the force pulling me... here?" Ragnor questioned.

"Indeed I am."

"Who are you?"

"I am the darkness that you seek to control, the dark half of you heart."

"I meant your name"

"My name is Sephiroth. You will not quench me. You cannot control darkness."

Sephiroth pulled out a monumental sword, stretched meters. Ragnor jumped back and readied for battle.

"Embrace the darkness," Sephiroth said, menacingly.

"Subdue," Ragnor told himself.

Ragnor was the first to strike. He threw his arms in the air and lunged at Sephiroth. Sephiroth merely raised his sword and blocked Ragnor's fierce attack. Ragnor tried again, this time striking his legs. Ragnor ran at Sephiroth, then slid and attempted to slice his legs. Ragnor continued sliding and his keyblade sliced thin air. Sephiroth had teleported himself a distance away from Ragnor. He reappeared and executed a slicing uppercut, throwing Ragnor high in the air. The moment Sephiroth re-appeared Ragnor blocked his attack and struck the one-winged angel. Sephiroth fell to the ground, but quickly got back up. He raised his sword above his head, pointed at Ragnor. Ragnor got into a battle position, determined to defeat Sephiroth, and to control the darkness.

Sephiroth, seemingly hearing his thoughts, grunted in despise. Ragnor closed his eyes, he knew how to defeat Sephiroth. He had to give into the dark. A smirk escaped from Sephiroth's straight face. He ran toward Ragnor then transported to the back side of him. He swing his sword at Ragnor who swiftly turned around to parry the blow. Ragnor then smirked at Sephiroth. His blue eyes were now an evil yellow. He had given in to the dark, to defeat the dark.

They remained like this for minutes. Each pushing with all their might to break the other's parry. The swords began to spark, then ignite in flame as they grew more and more angry. Ragnor threw his body into the parry and Sephiroth flew backward, into a blackness. From behind Ragnor a black portal opened, and Sephiroth flew out and knocked Ragnor to the ground. When Ragnor climbed to his feet, Sephiroth lay lifeless on the cracked ground. Inversion disappeared and Ragnor picked up Sephiroth's sword. He held it in his hand and swing it, getting a feel for it. It was surpirsingly light and balanced. Inversion again appeared in his left hand, and the two blades began drifting toward each other. Ragnor tried to keep them apart, then realized what was happening. he let go of the two swords and they slammed into each other, bursting into a beam of light. Ragnor was struck by the blinding light and fell to the ground.

The light subdued, and what was left was a new keyblade. It's blade was meters long and it's hilt had no barriers. From the end of it pierced three mini-blades, composing the key form on this new keyblade.

Could this be the X-blade of legends? No, he had obtained it far too easily. Still, he felt the power surge through him. This keyblade had never been forged. Had it?

But, he had not defeated the darkness. He had only constricted the darkness in his heart.