Author's Note/ Please Read:
The following chapters will be mostly original character centric, based in the Kingdom Hearts (l, Chain of Memories, and ll) reality. Other KH characters may seem out of character based on the impact of Sila Kisara, who is best described as an ethereal being.
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Name: Potential
By: evilPandora
Words: 442
Rating: K+
Rated For: Implied violence.
Summary: Ariels remember when the universe was new.
Keyblades were icky.
Keyblades were disgusting, and savage instruments. They were callous in the hands of their masters, and they were sullen when discarded.
Ariels hated Keyblades. To an extent.
What Ariels really hated (though never mentioned to one another; this was a shared and unspoken hate) was not remembering.
They remembered many things. Composites of countless memories plucked from infinite lifetimes. They remembered a time before humans. A universe without darkness, and full of potential. They recalled the power in amity before the blood and corruption; the wars and golden ages of civilizations long pasted.
But there were things no one could remember too. Like the beginning; the first birth, first life. This was important because they were as gods, they were brought into existence next to the cosmos. They recalled a voice that spoke over them, as large as the sky, beautiful but unforgiving. There were flashes of a battle. An unfathomable battle fought for centuries. There were flickers of sadness, perseverance, and purpose. A power, that voice, greater then them that claimed their blood and sucked the air from their lungs. Somewhere in this mist of carnage (that played behind their closed eyes like spotty, silent films) the Ariels were mostly sure that it had been them who created the Keyblades.
Keyblades were horrid and they were reflections of their creators. Snap shots of a war that could not be won or lost, only endured and forgotten.
Ariels had also forgotten the birth of shadows. Though they knew darkness had come sometime between the first man and the harnessing of Keyblades, none could quite remember when hearts had become unfamiliar, and the night dangerous.
Dangerous for humans, not for them.
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The first time she lays eyes on Riku, Sila Kisara knows this will defiantly be a love-hate relationship.
And she can't help but sigh.
He's gazing intently into the window of the abandoned house in the third district of Travers Town, but his eyes are far away in some distant memory. Sila Kisara understands this sentiment very well.
She hates him immensely right away. He is very, very young and she thinks it highly inappropriate that he is a Keyblade master. In his future she sees consequence and a Keyblade that's furious and painful, a weapon he holds but does not wield.
She loves him completely right away. He is very, very lost, and she had always been a sucker for heartbreak. She sees redemption for him too, and that his Keyblade will be proud and valiant, and that he has all the potential in the world.
She is reminded vaguely of a world of light, before humans.
She sighs again.