BREK Chapter B- Black Wind

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"Black Wind blowing through my soul will lead me to my greatest loss…"

-Ancient Remnian Prophecy, Line 1


The forest was quiet. The night, illuminated by the shattered moon overhead, had arrived, and many creatures had returned to their dens or dwellings, knowing well what forces lurked in the dark.

The silence was broken, however, by a figure emerging from the undergrowth. Clad in a grey cloak fastened with a simple pin at the shoulder, the unknown figure moved onwards towards a clearing in the forest. Their destination was the center of the clearing, where a small stone monument stood.

The brave and foolish ones, they walk not on the center,

The signs are pointing every way and I don't know which route's better…

The figure approached the knee-high monument and looked down at the words inscribed upon it: Amy Kallian- 2000-2015. The figure drew back the hood on their cloak, revealing the face of a young man to the night air. His chocolate brown hair was rustled by a sudden gust of chilly forest wind, but he paid it no mind. He knelt down in front of the grave, and from his cloak withdrew a single rose with his right hand, his left pulling out a small pendant so that it hung visibly around his neck.

Some will take the fall, and some will see tomorrow,

I could be the light or darkness, redemption or sorrow…

The boy flipped open the pendant with his thumb, looking at the picture inside. His hazel eyes studied the photo, looking over the three children captured in a happy moment. A younger version of the boy was laughing as he pulled a girl with fiery red hair and emerald eyes close to his right side. The girl herself had a grin that seemed to illuminate their surroundings. To their left was another girl, with wavy blonde hair and eyes a deep blue, who had a slight smirk on her face as she watched the two. All three were enjoying what looked to be a day at a park. As he gazed down at the pendant, the boy's eyes slipped closed, tears pooling around his eyes. He gripped the pendant tightly as he set the rose at the foot of the grave.

How could I live on with what I've done?

You took me in, showed me love, when I had nowhere to run…

A fallen branch snapped. The boy jerked, hearing the intruder to this moment of mourning. He quickly focused his power, and as the world went blue behind his closed eyes, he searched, already knowing what he would find, if not where. He rose to his feet, closing the pendant and slipping it back under the cloak. He held his right arm out in front of him, palm outstretched. In it materialized a simple bow, polar white with a sky blue trim along the edges. He held the bow up, making a motion with his left arm as if drawing back a non-existent bowstring.

You offered me your everything, and I threw it all away…

As he did, a bowstring made from solid air slowly manifested, a matching arrow already strung along it. He held his stance, aiming towards the edge of the clearing, and what he knew lay beyond it. Opening his eyes, he let the arrow fly.

My indecision keeps me Unaligned…

The arrow slammed into its target, a shadowy wolf creature who had been hiding in the treeline to strike. The beast, a Beowolf Grimm, fell back, dead. However, its comrades quickly emerged from their own hiding spots, surrounding the boy and trapping him in the clearing. The boy quickly threw his bow upward before unpinning his cloak and throwing it off. Clad in a pale white battle vest and light armor, he quickly caught the bow, grabbed its middle with both hands, splitting it into paired longswords. With a blast of wind, he rushed forward, targeting the Beowolves in front of him. A long upward slash with his right began the battle, and he let the momentum carry him into a counterclockwise spin, landing a downward slash with his left as he came around. Before a Grimm on his right could swipe at his chest, he had already pushed away with another wind gust, falling back and leaping towards the offending Grimm. He blocked a second swipe with his left blade before lashing out with a stab to its head, quickly eliminating the target.

A mother and a child, but one is not accepting;

They make their way out to the door not thinking for their safety…

Slashing out with his right blade to cut into a Beowolf approaching from the side, the boy delivered a swift kick to the new corpse, launching off it and flying back once more. He landed near the forest's edge, and leapt again up into a tree branch. Rejoining his weapon, he summoned a trio of arrows and fired them into the pack of enemies. The arrows ripped into three of the wolves, downing them but not defeating them. The boy fired three volleys before blasting off from his perch, again splitting the bow and landing in the middle of the pack with a powerful gale.

And now I must decide, if I'll create a martyr…

The voices in my head, they ask if I'm a man or monster!

The boy was instantly rushing forward as he landed, A quick horizontal slash from the right blade severed a Beowolf's head from its body, with a claw swipe rendered useless as the left blade cut the oncoming hand from another Grimm. He threw his left blade into an oncoming wolf's chest before delivering a spinning slash with the right, halting the advance of three Grimm behind him permanently. Holding his left hand out, he pushed forward, sending a rush of razor sharp wind into the oncoming horde.

How can I live on with what I've done?

You took me in, showed me love, when I had nowhere to run…

With much of the original attacking force disabled, fleeing, or dead, the boy once again closed his eyes and extended his senses. He turned just in time to have a punch delivered to his chest, the force sending him flying. He flipped midair and landed on his feet, looking up to see a Beowolf with much more prominent bone spikes, creating a form of armor on most of its extremities. Two spikes reared up on its skull mask, giving an appearance of horns, while two long and sharp bone blades extended from its forearms. The Alpha Beowolf growled, before throwing its head back and howling a challenge.

You offered me your everything, and I threw it all away…

My indecision keeps me Unaligned…

The boy shook off the hit, leaping back a few paces and dismissing his blades. He held both hands out to his sides before closing his eyes and focusing. Instead of his senses, he reached within himself and sent the power he found to his hands. In both hands, a pale light appeared, solidifying into the shape of what could generously be called a blade, before fully materializing with a gust of swirling wind.

In his left, the blade had a fairly simple and elegant blade shaft, with metal forged to resemble a spinning cyclone reaching up to its peak. The blade also had an additional piece at the end that stuck out horizontally from the main shaft, a spiral design of sky blue, complementing the cloudy white of the main blade. The blade's hilt guards resembled swirling grey tornadoes, and from the pommel hung a charm with a similar design to the blade's end piece. The boy's right blade had a similar overall structure, with a golden shaft being entwined in royal purple strands that spiraled down to the blade's hilt. The end of the blade had an eight-pointed star attached, glowing the same royal purple as the fake "ribbons." All along the blade were runic symbols, shining with a mystical light. The hilt guards were an elegant silver, sweeping down regally like ocean waves around and conjoining at the pommel, where another charm designed like the end piece rested. The boy gripped his new weapons, his Keyblades, tightly, before once more blasting forward with the wind.

The Alpha, seeing the challenge, immediately thrust forward with his left bone blade. The boy immediately threw up his right Keyblade and swung the flat of the blade against it, parrying the blow and knocking the Alpha off balance. He capitalized on the moment of weakness, slashing forward with his left Keyblade. He scored a glancing blow off the beast's armored chest, barely enough to even cause pain. So instead, he swept his right blade towards the Grimm's legs. The Alpha had recovered from the parry, though, and leapt back out of the swing's range. It then rushed the boy again, this time with both arms held back to avoid a parry. As it approached, it swung both arms around and forward in a cross slash. The boy already had his blades up and blocked the hit, retaliating with a spinning swing of both blades which left a deep gash in the beast's unprotected belly. It staggered back, and the warrior pressed his advantage, lashing out with swing after stab after slash. Within a minute, cuts and stab wounds littered the Alpha's body. Sensing his foe was close to defeat, the boy leapt backwards for a final time, cutting down two straggler Beowolves trying to attack from behind.

How could I live on with what I've done?

Summoning his power, the boy jumped, soaring high into the sky as his Keyblades shifted back into his bow. Already, a massive arrow had formed in the center, ready to fire. The boy pulled the arrow back as he reached the peak of his jump, the shattered moon at his back.

You took me in, showed me love, when I had nowhere to run…

The boy poured all of his wind power into the arrow, before taking aim at the injured Alpha and the remaining stragglers of its pack. He let it fly.

You offered me your everything, and I threw it all away!

The massive arrow slammed into the Alpha Beowolf's chest before erupting in a blast of hurricane-force gales, cutting through the remaining Beowolves like butter. Their fallen corpses were thrown up into the air by the blast, landing a moment behind the boy as he hit the ground again.

My indecision keeps me Unaligned.

After a moment, the boy walked past the rapidly disintegrating corpses of the Beowolves and once more knelt at the foot of the grave he had constructed. For several minutes, he was silent and unmoving. Eventually, though, he rose, retrieved his cloak, and left the clearing the way he came, his only companion the wind.


B- Tyler Blackquill

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Song- Unaligned by Nathan Sharp

Welcome, people, to my first venture on this website, BREK. As you probably noticed, I've decided to emulate Monty Oum (RIP, you amazing man) and the original show by creating four Trailer chapters, complete with theme songs. If it's integrated poorly, please don't hesitate to let me know. Constructive criticism and comments are always appreciated!

And yes, the Keyblades and such will be explained in due time.

This is GoldenCyclone4, signing off.