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(The mirror reflects the illusion of a spirit…unnoticed, it picks up speed)
(It is said that it's okay to go anywhere…a broken wish makes everything all grey)
The blue-haired man stood alone on the barren wasteland, a wicked black and red keyblade held tight in his left hand, and a dark grin carved into his handsome face. He flung the weapon in the air and watched with dark delight as hia servants were summoned into existence, a massive lion, Leo, a faceless man with a massive sword, Orion, and a black wolf the size of a man, Canis Major.
(Tonight, a flame flickers and you draw your dream…Isn't the tip of your brush thirsty?)
The short green-haired boy blocked the lion's attack with his own key, only his left arm rising to defend himself. He shoved the animal back and spun quickly on his heel, striking its snout with the dull edge of his weapon. Rage filled the creature's eyes and it lunged for the boy's throat, breaking through his weapon.
(If there's no blue sky, unfold your blue umbrella. Isn't that good? The canvas is all yours)
(That time that I gave up, I only held a white flag over my head…Now it's a deep red, like it's inviting the matador)
The black-haired girl grinned, her eyes flashing a deep purple as her hands tingled with electricity. She jumped backwards as the muscled man attempted to cleave her in two, the massive blade shattering the earth where it hit. With a quick flick of her wrist, a pale blue key took form in her hand, and with an equally small gesture, an orb of wind slammed into her opponent and knocked him away. She drew her energy together and tossed her weapon in the air, watching its form twist and shift to fit her needs.
She caught her weapon in her right hand, it was no long a blade, but a staff, nearly as tall as her with a purple crescent moon resting at the top. The faceless man was completely unfazed by the change, and charged right on ahead, shoulder barging the girl and swing his massive weapon at her midriff.
(A fluorescent light in which all colors faded.)
(On top of a black and white chessboard, I met you. In such a short time we grew close, do you remember one month from then?)
The man in the bulky silver and black armor stood his ground against the animal that attempted to charge him; the creature was barely a threat to him. His white and yellow key was drawn from its clip at his side and smashed into the creatures jaw with the hilt, using his momentum to flip over his attacker. The wolf recovered quickly from the attack and turned to claw at his victim's helm.
The male struck at the constellation's legs, try force it off him, but the creature was completely unaffected by the attack, ripping at the armor until it could no long hold. The man's protection shattered in a blast of light, knocking the animal away and revealing the blonde-haired male beneath the suit.
The animal snarled and snapped his jaws at the man's exposed neck, and said keyblader wasn't quick enough to block.
(It was good to just watch the setting sun and the orange sky with you…Even though; an opening is the origin of disaster.)
The three combatants managed to shield themselves through sheer willpower, each one flying back from their attackers. The trio ended up back-to-back, each drained, both physically and mentally.
"Switch…" the girl mouthed and they flung themselves at a different opponent, if they were going to die here, they were going down fighting.
(The times that we pray for the dead, we wear black clothes. A rouge footprint purposely leaves behind a deep red color)
The boy with green hair danced around the muscled man, ducking under his wide swings and quickly flicking his blade against his skin wherever he could find an opening. The humanoid creature grew angry and attempted a final swing, the blade completely spinning around his body, it would've been impossible to dodge…for anyone else. The boy smiled to himself and jumped quickly, landing on the giant sword, and dashing down its length to attack the constellation. He jumped in the air above the creature and plunged downwards as he flew at it, driving his key straight through the man. With a strange gurgling sound, the creature exploded into a mass of stars and disappeared.
The raven haired girl summoned forth her magic, bending it into a new form, crafting her own spell to battle the wolf. While the animal attempted to spring at her, she had set a trap; the female keyblader sprung backward, and where she had been standing, giant spikes of darkness tore free from hiding beneath the earth. The creature didn't see its demise until it was too late; the stakes of shadows pierced the creatures hide and ripped into pieces. The animal disappeared, leaving its constellation form to glow where it had once been, before fading out of existence.
The blonde boy drew his strength into one attack, while the lion was charging at him; he was building up the power for the final blow. The boy ran at his opponent, his body moving in a blur of motion, his form met with the charging creature, and passed through. He stood holding his weapon across his chest, several yards behind the lion, which stood frozen in place. The boy clipped his weapon back to his side and the swipes from his attack finally appear, almost a hundred arcs of silver suddenly exploded from the animals body. The lion faded out of existence just as its comrades had, nothing left of the dead creature.
(If you say to yourself…"You can draw only the pictures that don't have dreams."…Keep drawing on that canvas.)
The three keybladers drew together to face the blue-haired man, together they charged him, the determination in their eyes was plain for any watching to see, especially the tan, white-haired, man who stood several mountains away watching the fight. They might not win, hell, they might not survive the fight, but one thing was certain: he would never touch Kingdom Hearts, so long as they drew breath.
(That time that I gave up, I only held a white flag over my head…Now…you don't know my true colors)
The white-haired man grinned to himself and walked away, hands crossed behind his back, it wasn't his fight, it wasn't his story. He would put the pieces together for those that couldn't tell the story, and hope that history always remembered those that were lost, so that we could learn. Their names will be carved into history, so long as the keyblade stands.
The story that is to be told here is not one of peace, love, and understanding. It's a true account of the events that happened long ago, of the battles fought by those who thought they knew the truth. This is the true story of the war for Kingdom Hearts, of the deception, of the pain, of the anguish, and the search for truth.
If there is one lesson to learn from the truth, one stands out among all others, "Light does not always equate to good, and Darkness does not always equate to evil…" No matter what we hold in our hearts, whether it be light, darkness, or something between, it matters not, all that matters is how we use the power we have, and how we learn from our mistakes.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, so the bolded words in this chapter are lyrics from the song, "Colors" by Hikaru Utada, the woman who sings, "Simple and Clean," as well as, "Passion," which we all know as, "Sanctuary." Note, these lyrics are an English translation of the traditional song, there is no English version of this song…SORRY!
Okay, this is the first installation in a story created by the amazing, KaizenUchiha, and me, DarknessSun. It will not be posted on my profile, simply because I can't get on Fanfiction.
So, with that out of the way, we now have something very important to deal with, because this is a fanfic of the Keyblade War, we're going to need like a bajillion OC's for the story to work, I have a good number, Kaizen has one, maybe two, and an outside friend has another, but we still need more, so if you're willing to submit a character, I'd love your help. I can't really speak for Kaizen, but I think he'd be grateful too.
Kaizen here, Sun up there is right, we do need more OCs, we really would be grateful.