Just to clarify everything inside the single quotas is the character current thoughts, and everything in italics is his memories.
A burning city lies in the middle of a field; both of them were of an incredible beauty and filled with life, but now they are in ruins and the only signals of life in there are the warriors, fighting with an unusual weapon, resembling oversized keys.
'How things ended like this.' Thought a warrior; wielding one of those oversized keys, the keyblade.
I remember when I was a kid; I always heard stories about the masters of the keyblade and dreamed of becoming one. I practiced every day with my wooden sword. I remember crossing with a traveler on the streets of my hometown, and how we stopped staring at each other, how the eyes of that man seemed to look inside of my heart. I remember how happy I was when that man introduced himself as a keyblade master and told me I have the talent to wield one as well, and asked me if I would want to be his apprentice.
For years I endured the hard training my master imposed on me, he was very demanding, but, a very kind person and one of my best friends as well. During those years of training, I travelled to several worlds, battled and won against a lot of evil people, some even wielding keyblades just like me.
During a travel that I made with my master, I met another master and his apprentice, a girl two years younger than me, with beautiful eyes and silky hair. We soon became friends, and I slowly, but surely fell in love with her. I never confessed to her…'how much I regret it now.'
A few months after I became a master, a rumor about keyblade wielders that have fallen in darkness were grouping together and trying to reach Kingdom Hearts. And because of that, a group called 'Masters of Light' was formed, composed only of masters that wielded light.
In the beginning were just some small fights here and there, but now it exploded into a full fledged war. I choose to ignore it, but noticed something, our group isn't trying to protect Kingdom Hearts from the darkness, but obtain that power for ourselves. 'We are killing for power and for power only; our light is corrupted as much as their darkness'.
'My only solace is that girl isn't here … in this bloody battlefield.' She failed her first Mark of Mastery test; she was very upset about it. 'Right now she… is probably at home …practicing, what I wouldn't give to be there with her…..what I …wouldn't... ..give….to say….to her….that I …..lov…..'
With those thoughts in mind, his hands slipped from the weapon which was being used to support his body, losing balance he fell on the ground, blood oozing from the wound in his stomach. With those thoughts in mind one more nameless warrior fell and the fire of war kept burning.
That fire kept burning until there wasn't a single life in the field and in the city, until every single warrior fell, until the only things that were left behind were the two roads that crossed each others in the middle of the ruins of the city and an uncountable number of master less and powerless keyblades in the ground.
The name of that world, the name of that city, and even the names of the warriors who clashed in that war were forgotten and lost forever in time. The ones who came later to that place filled with powerless keyblades named it as the "Keyblade Graveyard", and for what happened there, only legends would be able to tell.
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