Time makes all things different, it does not allow us to cling to the world, nor should you try to, for in the world there is only darkness…
It had been so long since he'd seen it, since he'd seen anything, trapped in the blank expanse of blackness. A dark core so deep that he fell to a point were falling was like being still. When first he was put here in this place his violet eye's they had been young, proud and dominating. Now what remained were pools of despair, futility, and hatred.
"I will get out…" he mutters again and again, that is the only thing he remembers.
"I will get out…" never stopping from when he sleeps to when he wakes.
But then as he fell he remembered something, something other than falling and his eye were none but hatred now.
"I will get out, and destroy the keyblade…"
Sunlight danced against the ocean's, gently lapping tide, splaying reflective pattern across her skin. She watched as the yellow sun turned red as it met the horizon. The light stabbing strange images into her mind.
A boy his brown hair spiked in every direction as if it were never cared for, his blue eyes sparkling with a young ignorance and glee.
A girl her crimson hair falling along her flawless face, violet eyes the center it would seem of all beauty, and an expression that was of hidden sadness. A small smile with a greater purpose than any would guess.
And lastly another boy, his silver lengthy hair layered neatly as it fell in wisps before his crystal blue eyes. The smile he wore was no more than a smirk that glowed as if with happiness yet, solitude splayed all about his face.
The girl blinked casting the images away.
She stroked her hand through her shoulder length hair, the golden strands parting like water to her touch.
Her green eyes turned light in the dimming wake hood of the sun. As slowly that majestic orb sunk completely, leaving the pale-sanded beach in starlit darkness.
Slowly she turned the fabric of her green skirt moving gently with her petit legs. The gold trim of the clothing sparkled even in the darkness and the yellow sleeveless she wore still stood out in the pitch of night.
She made away from the beach with smooth grace full steps, on her left wrist the chain of a bracelet jingled. The silver chain wrapped around and connected to a small fingernail size pendant. A small crown with a heart etched into it's center.
"Did you find anything interesting Arex?" a tall woman dressed in a black cloak asked a slightly taller man standing a few feet away leaned up against the side of a blank white wall.
Both there faces were concealed under hoods and they both carried a strange scent that over powered all others and made everything smell like nothing at all.
"No." the man replied, his head shifting to look at one of the corners of the square white room, of witch there was no way out.
The woman gave a small huff and slumped to the floor resting her back against a wall her legs sprawled out flat on the white stone floor. "You know something?" she said with a tone of frustration, "Even with your hood on you wont look at me, why is that?"
Arex sighed, "Because I loved you…" he replied.
"No you don't." the woman argued, "We can't love."
Arex reverted his head back to his companion, and although his face was in darkness she knew his eyes were still averted, "That's why I said loved." he explained, "As in past tense."
"Oh." The woman sighed, her head bowing forward so that her chin tucked out of her hood slightly, along with a few strands of black hair. "Sooooo," she drawled her chin moving out of time with her words, "When do you imagine he'll surface?"
"Who?" Arex asked.
"You know that guy with the weird sword." The woman answered, her chin still mismatching her voice.
"Could you try making sense XII?"
"So were using numbers now? Fine by me V." her response was quick and stinging yet her chin moved much slower and finished moving minutes after she'd spoken.
"Oh very well Exil, what are you talking about?"
"Damit!" Exil snapped her mouth moving a second later, "You know what, that brat with the keyblade, we've been waiting for a so long."
"Him? Who cares? We should be more concerned with Ael and Ecroxss."
Exil nodded her head, "True, well that and how to get out of this room."
"Yes," Arex agreed, "That would be wise."
The truth?
What is the truth?
Not one person knows
Not a single one
Blake starred up at the sky, his pointed blonde hair pale in the moonlight. The boy wore a red shirt with a hallow black heart on the front, in the center of the heart was drawn an upside down A, the intersecting line of witch was longer than was meant, the two meeting lines were connected each to it's own small black circle and the tip of the A was connected to something similar. Over this he wore a short-sleeved hoodie, the outer trim of witch was red. Finishing the outfit were a pair of well-fit black pant and a pair of black shoes. Around his neck was fitted a black chain necklace, witch was very near to being a choker. Hanging from the chain was a black X that gleamed in the night sky's pale light.
Black lifted his head away from the grassy ground for a moment and moved his hand to use as cushioning.
The park was in witch he laid was silent now, the swings swaying hauntingly in the night's warm breeze. The tree leaves rustled ever so slightly and it was with great effort that Blake refrained from falling to sleep.
Outside the parks borders the town to was hushed, the small buildings dark, with shaded windows.
"There late…" the boy grumbled to himself, moving his right hand to grip the handle of a struggle bat that was custom designed to have red foam around the hard steel core.
After a few moments passed Blake rose to his feet, the half heart earrings he wore gleaming as they caught the light at just the right angel. Just as the boy took his first step a soft thump sounded behind him.
Swiftly he turned just in time to see another boy, in the same age range, fifteen, possibly sixteen, charge forward. He had hidden in a tree and obviously been waiting for Blake to turn his back.
The boy ran forward struggle bat held in both hands and before Blake raise his guard slammed it forward in a perfect ark.
The strike sent Blake off his feet, he hit the grass and rolled just in time to avoid a strong down words stab from his opponent. With swift feet Blake rose and turned, now facing his advisory and seeing him clearly.
The boy was taller than him by an inch, his red hair grew long, covering his left eye, while the other ivory orb locked onto Blake. He was dress in a red, colored vest, with red shorts and black dress shoes. His pale complexion was made more so by the moonlight making him seem like a ghost.
His club's tip was still stabbed into the ground, crushing grass and unearthing mud beneath. With a grind of his teeth the boy jutted the weapon further down, "You've gotten better," He hissed in a dark tone, "But are you ready for tonight I wonder?"
Blake slackened his muscles and rested his struggle club on the blade of his shoulder. "Of course I am." He answered in a very sure tone.
The crimson haired boy snickered, and smiled his face growing warmer as he lifted his weapon from the ground, he straitened himself and stared at Blake evenly. "Then lets get going." He said with a smile his white-eye lighting up while the other remained concealed, "Everyone's waiting."
Blake smiled slightly, "Then let's get going, oh and Ethen next time don't surprise attack me before my birth day party."
Ethan shrugged, "Just making sure your prepared."
"For what?" Blake demanded.
"Anything." Ethan replied deepening his voice slightly while making an overly serious face.
Blake shook his head and strolled forward, "To bad I wasn't prepared for stupidity of your level." He muttered as Ethan turned to follow his.
Even when were at peace
We find that that dark, fearful chaos can still bring are lives to ruin…