So, I was introduced to the band Skillet some time ago, and when I first heard 'Hero,' I was instantly struck by inspiration! However, I've never been able to piece everything togther and actually WRITE it out... That is, until now! A word of warning, however: the characters here may have slight to medium changes in their personalities from the KH games in order for them to fight in my outline. I apologize to all who are saddened by this :'( DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE KINGDOM HEARTS CHARACTERS AND SUCH. I MERELY APPRECIATE THEM AND WISH I DID :D
Ansem descended from his steed, a horse darker than the night, and surveyed the destruction that he had started and overseen. Even though it had been mere minutes after they had rode out of the mountains to attack this town, it already lay in shambles, nothing left but the burning frames of houses. Soldiers clad in black armor searched everywhere for any survivors, and when they found them, they killed them, and added them to the grotesque piles of bodies in the streets. They hardly slowed us down at all, Ansem thought, admiring the thoroughly ruined husk of a town. Perhaps the next mission tomorrow will be more fun... He paused as he spotted shapes moving quickly in his peripherals. He turned just in time to see two forms quickly rush into one of the few houses still standing, one of them carrying some small object. Now now, that wasn't smart... Ansem thought, with an edge of darkness touching his thoughts. "Time to pay for your mistakes... DARKNESS!" Ansem cried. Immediately, a dark ball formed above the house in which the survivors had taken refuge. The dark ball swelled up quickly, and then came crashing down upon the unsturdy house. The house crumbled, bursting into flames, lighting up the sky with a dark and foreboding light. The soldiers stopped their work, now staring at the place where the house had once stood, imagining the pain and fear the poor beings had just felt. Ansem slowly began to walk towards his latest work, the soldiers following hypnotically in his wake, petrified of their leaders great power. "Pitiful rebels. Let us look upon their wretched faces as the light leaves their bodies." Ansem spoke, the evil within him almost visible around his form.
The loose group of warriors surrounded the house, so as to let everyone have a spot to observe what there was to see. There wasn't much. The two rebel fighters were facedown upon the ground, their bodies charred from the dark fire that Ansem had produced. Although badly injured, it was still possible to see that one was female, the other male. They were lying close together, shielding something underneath their bodies. Ansem pushed them aside without remorse, and pulled the object into clear view. It was a basket, woven with wood, covered with a white cloth. Ansem removed the cloth, and stared at the contents. It was a small child, a boy with light blond hair and bright blue eyes. "Hmpf. Trying to save the life of this pathetic child, were they?" Ansem asked no one in particular, although many of the soldiers closest to him cringed. One in particular began to shake. "Let us show them that no good deed goes unpunished." Ansem spoke in a light tone, drawing his sword from its sheath. It was a most vile sword, believed among the soldiers to have been forged of a metal no longer found in this world. Glowing blood red, it was truly a sword of great power - and evil might.
As he brought the demonic sword up, the shaking soldier cried out, "Stop! This is madness! We cannot simply kill this harmless boy!"
"And why not? Do you have an issue with me killing him, Diz? Do you wish to end the child's life yourself?" Ansem replied toward the young man.
"No, most certainly not!" Diz replied quickly, nervously. "W-We can make use of him! Have him h-help our cause, sir!"
"Is that so, soldier?" Ansem asked slowly, methodically. "And how exactly would this wretch be of use to us?"
"I-I could make him the best warrior this realm has ever seen, High Commander!" Diz responded, adding the title in hopes of winning over Ansem.
"FOOL!" Ansem cried, rage bursting forth from within him. "I AM THE MOST POWERFUL WARRIOR IN THIS ENTIRE REALM!" Ansem struck Diz with his hand, knocking him to the ground. He then brought his face an inch above Diz's. "You may keep the boy. Train him up. Make him as powerful as you claim you can make him. Have him rise up our ranks. Then, you shall have the privilege of watching as I kill him without mercy."
Finished, Ansem began to lead the rest of the soldiers toward the encampment hidden in the mountains. Diz slowly moved towards the basket. He spotted something that the others hadn't: a little piece of paper, bearing a name. Diz read, 'ROXAS.' "Well, Roxas," Diz spoke softly to the little boy, picking him up in his basket. "We'll just have to show him how wrong he is. When I said I would make you the best warrior in the realm, I wasn't lying. However, I never did say that you would be in this wretched army..."
OH MY GOSH! Well, this is how the story starts! Now, I will warn you: It might be a little slow to start off, but it will be chock full of action, romance, humor, and everything else later on! Plus, a story where Kairi can finally be a bad-ass and dish it out to people! But that'll have to wait for now ;) Sorry about being lazy, but my parents don't like me being nerdy XD Well, I'll try to work on it more diligently, but please, REVIEW! Snowflake OUT