Fragments of Sorrow
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Chapter 1
Crumpled on the ground in a smoldering ruin was a small brightly colored gummi ship. The front window had a large gash across the front. A foot made contact with the window and succeeded in kicking it the rest of the way out. Emerging from the ruins of the gummi ship was a tall boy who looked like he was about fifteen maybe sixteen years old with shaggy long black hair. As he crawled the rest of the way out of the ship the boy nearly slipped and fell back in. He was wearing mostly black and brown and all though he'd just gone through a crash he had no serious injuries to his person or rips to his clothes. He looked back at the ship and sighed. "It doesn't look I'll be able to use it anymore. If Father knew he'd be furious." The boy had left his home world without the knowledge of his parents or of the rest of his family.
His Father was a short dumpy kind of man with thick black hair and an equally thick mustache with a booming laugh. The boy's Mother on the other hand was a tall blonde who had always had a cold demeanor. In fact the boy had often wondered how his Father had managed to get this woman to marry him let alone impregnate her on three separate occasions. He had an older brother who was kind of a dork as well as two young twin sisters who were little devils. Currently his Mother was pregnant with another child not that he cared.
He took a good look around the world that he landed in to see that the sun looked like it was in a consent state of being almost set and was quiet dusty. He could hear the sound of something probably wind being whipped around off in the distance. "Maybe I should go look around." Giving the ruined gummi ship one last look the boy started off towards where the sound was coming from.
The path was long, winding, and very dusty. The boy's shoes were kicking up dust as he went along. His eyes were scanning the horizon and he saw several large craters dotting the landscape. "That's strange….wonder what happened to this place to make it look the way it does." He turned his attention back to the path that he was following before stepping out onto an elevated pathway.
It turned out that the sound he was hearing was coming from several large tornadoes that were sweeping through the area. The boy looked up at the tornadoes in curiosity. "There's no wind. How are there tornadoes if there's no wind?" He took a couple steps forward almost getting swept up in one of the wind funnels before he quickly darted away.
One of the tornadoes came sweeping up behind him, but the sound of whooshing air caught his attention long enough for him to duck behind a large rock that was sticking up in the middle of the dirt. When he peered out from behind the rock he saw a figure making their way towards the exit. "Who's that? Better follow them and see if I can get some information on this place." He waited until the tornadoes had began to spin off in a different direction before inching his way out from behind the rock.
Creeping back into the open he saw the man disappear through the clouds of dirt into the next area of the world. Instead of increasing his pace the boy thought it would be best if he kept himself slow, but the constant threat of the swirling tornadoes was still cause for worry. He was forced to increase the speed of his walking in order to make his way safely out of the dirt clearing.
Making his way into the next part of the world the boy found himself alone again. His eyes scanned the area in time to see the person (who he now believed to be a man) making his way towards a tunnel. He thought about calling out to the man, but wasn't given enough time when the man disappeared through the tunnel. "I wish he'd slow down." Looking around the area the boy was relieved to see that there weren't any tornadoes sweeping through.
In fact this area was quite a bit smaller than the rest of the world and was almost peaceful. It didn't feel right to him. He took a few steps forward towards the tunnel that the man had gone through to see a rather strange sight in front of him.
The inside of the tunnel was bare, but if one looked through it they would see what looked like swords sticking up out of the dirt. This odd sight piqued the boy's interest and he gave the area with the tornadoes a final look before starting to walk through the tunnel.
When he emerged from the entrance of the tunnel he found himself surrounded by more of the sword like weapons, but upon closer inspection found that they weren't swords. He leaned down and peered out at the strange looking weapons. "They almost look like key swords. What weird weapons." The feeling that he was being watched caused the boy to look up and when he did he saw the man he'd been following staring back at him. He turned and blinked once before turning his attention back to the weapons.
If the man was abashed by this he didn't show it. He was tall with a slightly bent over back and didn't seem to have any hair save for a silvery goatee. His eyes were gold and seemed to glitter with maliciousness. "Well, what's a child like yourself doing in a place like this?" The man's voice was deep and gravely.
The boy only blinked again not giving the man much of his attention. "Just looking around."
"Why this world?"
"Why not this world?" He took a step back not liking the look the man was giving him.
The man only took a step forward; an odd look in his eyes. "There's something different about you. Not something you see in most young people these days."
This got the boy's attention. It was true that he wasn't like the rest of his family. While they dabbled in light he was more interested in the dark. "What do you see that's different?"
"There is much darkness in your heart, but you seem to have control over it. Perhaps you can even manipulate it." The man had an expectant look on his face. "Well go on boy. Show an old man what tricks you have up your sleeve."
He looked a little hesitant, but none the less flicked his wrist sending out a small ball of darkness which floated a few centimeters off the ground. "Is that what you meant?"
"Yes, that is exactly what I meant." The old man had the same look on his face. "Come on boy show me more. I know you have more in you then just that."
It was kind of a nice feeling to have someone interested in his powers. Both his parents tried to keep it under wraps. A slight smile came to his lips and he moved his arms in an upward motion summoning a shaggy black dog with glowing eyes. He heard the man exclaim in excitement before he made the dog vanish back into the darkness.
"What do you call these creatures that you can create?"
"They don't have names. I've never bothered to come up with names for them. They've always just been there."
The old man tapped his chin for a moment in thought. "I think I know what you could call them."
"What's that?"
"Wraiths." The old man began to circle around the boy with a thoughtful look on his face. "Boy, I have a proposition for you."
His gaze followed the old man's gait unblinkingly. "I have a question for you first."
"Ask away."
"Who are you?"
The old man looked a bit surprised at hearing the boy's question. "Who am I? I am Master Xehanort. Now you answer me this boy who are you?"
He only blinked again. "How about this: you tell me your proposition and I'll tell you who I am."
At firs the old man looked a bit cross, but his expression softened a bit. "All right boy have it your way. My proposition to you is this: you're not from around here are you?"
"No."
"Good. I want you to go around to the different worlds and find something for me. Something of great value."
The boy's eyebrow rose ever so slightly. "What are you talking about? What could the worlds have that is so important?"
"Hearts, boy. Every world possesses its own heart and I want you to find them for me."
He still looked a bit confused. "If I do go off and find these hearts what exactly should I do with them?"
"Nothing yet. I just need to know where they are for right now." The old man held his hand out. "So, do we have a deal? In exchange for you getting me information on the hearts of the worlds I'll teach you how to better control your magic."
This was an interesting deal. "All right, fine I'll do it."
"Excellent. Now about your name….."
"My name? Oh, its Erik."
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