Domino Effect

by theDarkestZero

Kane is a boy with powerful magic skills, and he is forced into a perilous journey with his Keyblade-wielding friend, Domino, who possesses the darkness. Truths come to light when an ancient prophecy entangles Kane, Domino, and every person, world, and Keybearer out there in an unavoidable destiny. A war is coming. The light shall fight the dark. The Keyblade War will begin! HIATUS

1. Prologue

Here's the prequel to my Road to Xehanort story! One, you don't HAVE to read that story before this one, or vice versa. You CAN though, if you feel the need, but in order to read Road to Xehanort, you may want to read Nonexistent Union first. Now, without further ado, let's get on with the prologue.

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Prologue

Living here used to always be so simple. Never before had things gone so complicated so fast. Before we go into great detail about the origins of the great Keyblade War anybody reading my journals should know about, I'd like to tell you a little about myself.

The name's Kane Carter, a sixteen year old boy sporting shoulder length black hair with mysterious golden eyes that people used to call 'unnatural'. I had always had a fascination for the Keyblade, a mysterious weapon invented by man only three years prior. These weapons, connected to its wielder by blood, cannot be separated unless the blood of said wielder is consumed by another.

I'm afraid I'm getting a little too deep into the origins of the Keyblade. Back to me, I don't worry too much, or so I think. People are always telling me how I'm such a worrywart and I can't really blame them. Would anyone think I'm just fine, being just a kid who's lost his parents three years ago and is living all by himself in the care of a very generous foster home? I think not.

I also have quite the writing skills. I'm usually all to myself in my room writing in my journals, or I'm with my closest friend, Domino, a kid who lives down the street from us. How could I forget Domino?

Domino was almost the opposite of me. While I was all serious and alone all the time, Domino was making a friend every day of the week like the happy-go-lucky person he was, not a care in the world. His silvery eyes and long, mid-back purple hair were in great contrast to my golden eyes and dark hair.

Which mighty world do we live on? A mighty metropolis filled with buildings and skyscrapers that disappeared from view beyond the clouds. Roads that seemed to go on forever. Let's not forget that majestic lake where a lot of people go to calm down, known as the Lake of Destiny, which you could only see if you go boating there yourself, or you can see it from atop of the Great Bridge. But enough about my homeworld.

Now, it's time for me to answer the question on your mind…why are you here reading some kid's journal while you could be doing better, more productive things? Because this journal is the collection of the last remnants of my legacy, one I'd like to share with the world of tomorrow, no matter how much change has occurred.

So I guess it's time for my tale to begin. The tale of Domino and I as the two of us brave the horrors of the Keyblade War. Let us begin.