Scions of the Keyblade

Authors Notes:

Wow…another one?! A new fan fic YAY! XD I thought meh…I might as well publish this since I have another story on the go, besides 'Totality'. It seemed daft not to upload it since it's just sitting here…on my hard drive…gathering dust.

Well, as usual, I do hope you peeps enjoy. The next chapter is longer (do you expect anything less than long chapters from me?) and may go up fairly soon actually. I hope you all had a brilliant Christmas and have an even better New Year! :)

The Prof!

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Scions of the Keyblade

Chapter 1 - Prologue

A Sora and Roxas fan fiction

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The seas were calm and the wind gentle. The moon reflected upon the ocean, danced as the water rippled softly. The wind, though gentle, was strong enough to power the sails of a ship. Specifically one ship in this instance, a frigate, which ploughed through the ocean of this quiet night. The frigates name was Fenrir, a magnificent forty gun masterpiece and a proud Navy ship. She was on patrol in the calm sea, the border sea between the kingdoms of Destiny Islands and the Calm Lands…hence its name. They were tasked with watching for any sign of corsair and pirate activity. But, simply put, there was none. The seas were empty and calm.

The crew were asleep, but for the night watch. Two sailors, one at the helm, the other leaning against the gunwale on the main deck.

It seemed laughable as he was probably what you'd call the typical pirate, for he wore an eye patch across his right eye and had a scar beneath his left. He wasn't however. He was a navy man through and through.

Right now, he was looking up at the stars. Gazing at them, a faint smile on his face. He could spot every major constellation, and picked out Polaris with ease. He'd have to since he was one of the ships Warrant Officers, the Sailing Master.

"Xigbar, are you going to gawk at the stars all night?"

Xigbar looked up to his friend on the bridge and laughed. "As if you aren't aware that I'm the navigator aboard this ship Xaldin."

Xaldin smiled, "I'm well aware…you strut around deck all day with your eyeglass and sextant."

Before Xigbar could retort however, he was interrupted by a terse laugh. The men looked down toward the deck as a figure approached up the stairs onto the ships quarter deck.

"Are you two going to be at this all night?"

Xaldin was the first to reply, standing to attention, "No Captain and our apologies if we roused you with our…discussions."

The Captain, whose name was Luxord, laughed again. "You needn't apologise, or stand to attention."

Both men relaxed. They respected their Captain, their admiration for him unbound. Luxord was the kind of man to show and demand a friendly level of respect and duty. He hated to run his ship with such strict authority, rarely ever punishing his crew for he had no need. Every man would follow him to hell and back…the typical Navy Captain.

"No sir but still, we should've shown some level of restraint," Xigbar replied to his Captain, standing at ease.

"Restraint! You Xigbar? Are you really capable of being a reserved, proper gentleman?" Luxord laughed heartily.

Xigbar smiled to his Captain, "Gentleman? As if!"

"You see, that's more like it. Gruff and dependable Xigbar. I wouldn't change you!"

"Oh please," came the exasperated retort of Xaldin, still at the helm, hands gently feathering the ships wheel. Their steady course through the calm seas maintained consistently.

"Ah Xaldin, who could ask for a finer First Officer? Stout-hearted, honest, brave and true."

Xaldin raised an eyebrow, his expression disbelieving.

Luxord smirked, "Yes ok, you got me! You're the most useless bastard I ever had the misfortune to be stuck with."

The three men looked at each other, before laughing fondly.

Xigbar looked out across the night sky, scanning the dark horizon. "It's a quiet night, wouldn't you agree?"

The other two men followed his gaze, Xaldin nodding his approval.

"Aye, tis a fine night to be sailing that's certain." Luxord agreed, scanning the horizon. He stopped however when he looked out across to port. "Xigbar, what was that you were saying about a quiet night?"

All three were now looking to port where Luxord had spotted an unusual mass of inky blackness that blighted the previously clear horizon.

Xigbar pulled out his looking glass, "Looks like a storm on the horizon. Could be a hurricane Captain."

Luxord began to feel uneasy, an unusual feeling growing the more they looked at that front. "Perhaps, but tell me Xigbar…where was it a moment ago?"

There was a quiet between them. No one spoke. The storm that had appeared upon the horizon however, gave them pause to think as it seemed to be getting closer. Moving against the wind it began to get close at an unnatural pace.

"Xaldin, rouse the men, quickly!"

He dashed off, a quick call of 'aye Captain' hastily called over his shoulder.

It seemed…too instantaneous, the way the weather changed so abruptly. Banks of black clouds began to roll in, heavy squalls began lashing the decks. The ship began to rock and creak as the rough seas began to create huge waves.

The rain came pouring down, hard winds ripping at the sails of the main and mizzen-masts. Men began scurrying onto the deck.

"Quickly men, furl canvas and heave to. The winds are getting too strong for the sails to cope!"

The sky had darkened considerably now and the very air itself seemed so thick with rain and ocean spray that Luxord could barely see to the bow of the ship.

The crew were working tirelessly, their captains orders carried out to the letter. With a final effort they stowed all sails away atop the masts. They would simply ride out the hurricane, attempt to pump water as best they could should the hurricane grow too fierce.

"CAPTAIN, I SEE SOMETHING SIR," came a shout from the crow's nest.

Luxord peered through the rain, trying to see what it was the sailor had seen. "Xaldin, can you see it?" he spoke to him, his voice raised over the winds howl.

He too began to crane forward, eyes searching through the cloud of water, rain and spray that buffeted us from every direction.

"Wait…there. The lightning flash. It illuminated something ahead."

As one it seemed, the eyes of the crew peered through the gloom. The seas churning, rising; up and down, up and down.

Then they saw it, but it was too late. "BRA-"

Cannon fire. Unstoppable, unending. It ripped through the Fenrir, helpless as she was. Her sails down…she couldn't get away.

The seas echoed with the cries of dead men.

It mattered not where you looked, for everywhere there was devastation. Rigging flaying from the masts, sails raining down like confetti. Men clawed their faces, wood splintering around them and falling like nails, the wooden decks slick with blood. Men fell from the masts, or where shot down disappearing either to a watery grave, or meeting their end from bone breaking falls.

The crew of the Fenrir tried desperately to return fire, but how can you fight an enemy you can't see? The bulwarks were shattered to a resemblance parallel to that of the edge of a bread knife or blades of grass.

Cannons were blown out of their holdings, crushing men beneath them or misfiring when their moorings snapped. There was nothing but slaughter.

Then Fenrir left this mortal world in an inferno, fire bursting through decks as the powder magazines were hit. The Fenrir's very guts were blown open, and she sank beneath the waves, engulfed by the maelstrom of the hurricane.

In the darkness, a great ship could be seen turning, disappearing back within the embrace of the storm.