A/N: my first story, and it may suck a bit but please no negative comments….if there are any comments. Well actually this is the prologue
PROLOUGE: The heat of war
Boom, crash, was all I heard on that horrible day, blood splattered across the cracked pavement, terrifying screams of pain, keyblades shattered and broken, bodies lay wasted in my path, jumping over them trying to get out of the way and hopefully find cover.
Suddenly, I felt a strong heat nearly scorching my back, turning around I saw a giant ball of light hurdling towards me. My eyes widen with fear, I turned around and as quickly as possible begged my legs to move just a little farther, but the attack was getting closer and closer, it was so close that running wouldn't matter. I stretched out my hand, with a beam of light emitting from the palm of it. From that beam it formed my keyblade "Angelic oblivion". With quickness I shot my keyblade into the air, as the goliath of light clashed with it. The attack was getting more and more dense, and before I knew it a knee dropped to the ground. The light was making me lose all balance I had left; it was about to swallow me whole. I can't…..I can't die now! My thoughts taking over, with all my force I thrusted the key harder, as the dense light and I still clashed.
"HAAAAAA!" I roared, as the keyblade began absorbing the energy of light for its own.
The ball of light quickly disappears; I start panting, and dropped to the black ground. As I panted, and panted I heard the fierce yells, screams of agony of keyblade warriors. I looked up to see more large explosions, magic hurling in different directions, clashes of keyblades, and dead bodies almost covering the entire field. The site of it all set my stomach to churn, watching this carnage unfold right in front of my very eyes. My comrades- no my friends, the ones who I fought with, played with, laughed with, and cried with, now lost in this war…a pointless war, all for the possession of some fucking key.
Suddenly, my ears are filled with a loud evil cackle. It was coming from behind me, it echoed over the loud explosions going off almost everywhere. I stood up shaking a bit, from the pressure of the last attack, then I looked up to see a pillar set to flame, with a mysterious figure standing on the top center of it. My eyes widened at who the figure was that stood there, the person responsible for this horror, the person responsible for the keyblade civil war, the person I despised most in this world.
"Sora..!" I said in a low hiss.