Much of my life has been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge.
What is this place? How did I get here? The thoughts whirled around as the girl rose from her place on the floor. Her body shivered as she felt the never-ending wind in every crevice of her naked body, save for her bandaged face. Her skin creased as she looked around, finding almost nothing but the endless fields of the grass in which she awoke, until a looming bastion appeared in the distance.
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.
The castle was larger than than it had seemed in the distance, and certainly more daunting, however the wind hadn't stopped, so her decision was quick. The creak of the door opening surprised her somewhat; the building hadn't appeared to be that old. A quick glance around the room and she had ascertained that there was no one there to stop her from entering. A few black cloaks lay strewn around the floor and after quickly stealing into the foyer the girl picked one, shrugging it over her shoulders, being careful with tthe zip so as it wouldn't pinch any delicates. The hood was deep, covering almost her whole face, yet she drew the strings, only caring that she was warm, the mystery of the thrown cloaks ignored.
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.
Her thick blue hair was wove around her face in wisps, as if a soft wind continued even after she had left it's vicinity. The halls were warm, and she found she didn't need the deep hood for so long. Eventually she stood, a new feeling entering her body. She no longer craved warmth, but a growing hunger, which had led her to wondering the halls of the manse. It was an empty place, somewhere seemingly not often come to. Bump. The Noise made her jump. She stood for a minute before It came again; from a door at the end of the hall. Bump She wondered what to do and eventually her curious nature overcame her fear, and her delicate feet made their way towards the door. Bump.
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.
A laboratory. Her body glided through, her face puzzling at the many strange instruments. She had jumped when she first entered the room, but had smiled after she realised it the person staring at her was just a reflection in a mirror. Her inspection of the mirror had taken a good twenty minutes. The constant bumps had increased in number and volume, yet were now a dull throb to what they were before - her interest now held in the strange instruments. Tomes lined the wall, holding no interest to the illiterate girl. Her interest in the room waned as she made her way from one end to the other as she realised that there were two doors to the obscure lab. The closer she was to the far exit the louder and more frequent the bumps became. Her body made the slightest of sounds, her nervousness returning, as she made her way through the door.
I must find them...
"Another dud." Came the first voice, cold and disapproving. The bump never ceased.
"This one made it farther than the others though, didn't it?" The second voice started. It was low, yet soft.
"True, very true. Yet you must agree that it can't be a coincidence that it malfunctioned right here, in front of this particular pod." Pointedly.
"No.. I suppose you're right..." The second voice sighed. "I guess it's another one for the trash heap then."
It was then that the girl sat up eyes open. Ignoring the two males standing now pale at the turn of events, her body suddenly rose and pushed up against the pod with her, her arms squashed against her chest.
"Luce.." said the low toned one, yet the cold voice didn't respond, awestruck.
It was silent, barely a whisper, but it was what they had been working towards for ten long years, and the two men were brought to tears when they heard it. The blue-haired girl uttered one simple phrase, and without knowing changed the course of history forever. "...Keyblade Wielder."
I must find them before the world is lost to those taken by the darkness.