Well here you go, chapter two to my story, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I myself do not in any way shape or form own any part of the Square Enix Co., or the Kingdom Hearts Franchise. All plot strands and links belong to that of Square Enix, and FireLuigi08. Most characters are of my own creation (if one comes up I will tell you if it belongs to me or not).

Chapter II

Meetings

A voice broke through the darkness, "Hey, kid, you alive? Hey... HEY!"

Aftiel shot up with a start and in the process cracked heads with the person kneeling over him. He was a tall lanky man with thin neck length blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

"Ahh, wow yelling really does solve everything." The man said between spurts of pain and chuckles.

"I guess so." replied Aftiel in a hearty tone. "So how long was I out?" The last thing I remember was waking up at a crossroads and-" He laid back down quickly wincing with pain an clutching his side. The burning sensation from the wound he had suffered during the battle seemed to be spreading through his body.

"Whoa kid, take it easy there. Your pretty banged up from that tussle with those... those... ah... oh whadda-ya-callum..."

"Heartless" Aftiel broke in.

"Ah that's right. Pretty nasty by the look of things. Why they darn wiped you guys out quicker than a rabbit strapped to a rocket I reckon. As for your injuries that few days rest sure did fine work for ya."

"Days!" he blurted out. "I thought at most I'd only been out for a few hours at the most... But three days!"

"Yussm, but as for all that about crossroads and suchI don't know what you're talkin' 'bout." he replied indefinitely.

"I must have been hallucinating. But... It must have been real, the pain, the ringing. It's all so clear." He sat up again observing his place of sanction. He lay in the center of what seemed to be a large tent. To his right was a rusty old wood stove that was tarnished black from use. On his right were assorted boxes and trunks. "So where are we, are we anywhere near the city."

"What city kid. Those heartless turned that darned thing to ruble.," the man said with a solemn expression.

"Were there any survivors?"

"Nope, not a one but me kid... and well you."

Aftiel had no reply; he only stared with blank amazement at the ground. His heart was slowly being ripped away by the anguish caused by this occurrence. Everything he loved, everything that he knew was gone... just like that.

"You had family in Spiriah I take it." the man said cautiously.

Aftiel slowly lifted his head. "I have no family. Only friends and acquaintances. But none now."

The man cringed and eager to change the subject said, "So what were you fightn them things for, they shoulda known ya'll didn't stand a chance."

Puzzled and confused Aftiel looked into space trying to remember the reason they had been sent into battle. After all they had usually given some information to the troops before sending them out on missions, especially one as dangerous as this. But he could recall no instance of ever being informed of the reason they were stationed there. "I- I don't know. They never gave us a reason, they only assigned us orders and we followed."

"Well now, ya know what I heard." The man said obviously feeling proud of himself. "I dun-heard that the dark chaser sent those things to wipe out the city. They only thing I don't understand is what a chaser is."

"You must not be from around here." Aftiel said. The man replied with a swift shake of his head. "Chasers are the, so called, protectors of this world. They hold most of the influential power. There are two of them: Osoroku who reigns over the realm of darkness, and Syn who reigns in the realm of light. Judging from what you said, I'd say they're in some kind of a power struggle of some kind. Legends have it they never really got along to well, but of course brothers never do." So that's who that must have been walking towards me after the battle, he thought to himself.

"But what gives them the authority to-"

"The keyblades." Aftiel interrupted him swiftly.

The man looked across at him with a look of shear disbelief. "You mean they're the ones who… but do they really… I thought they were just legend."

"They're as real as you and me pal. Powerful too. The thing could cut my blade clean in two with one swipe." He reached down to his side to unsheathe his blade but to his surprise it was missing. "Any way, what else have you heard about the attack. I'm interested to hear what's been going around."

"Well now, lets see… hmm. Oh! That Osor… Ozer… whatever his name is was said to be looking for some book er something." He scratched his head obviously trying to remember the details of what he had heard. "Oh well, I don't remember it sounding too important."

Slowly Aftiel rose to his feet. "No matter. Well, I'm feeling much better now. I believe I can manage my way back to… Damn." He hung his head and started out into the open. He found his sheathed sword laying outside along with his other armaments. He picked admiring the craftsmanship of which they had been made: particularly the sword. The guard and pommel were black steel encrusted with rubies. He pulled the sword out of the sheath and to his great surprise only half of the blade came out. Very confused he tilted the scabbard upside down and the other half fell to the ground with a clang. "Damnit, now that's less than helpful." He muttered to himself. The man, who had followed Aftiel from the innards of the tent, let out a slight chuckle at this remark but quickly composed himself as soon as Aftiel glanced around behind to face him.

"Oh pardon me for asking sir but I never seem to have gotten your name." The man asked.

"And?" Aftiel replied

"What is it?" He said all too clearly.

"Depends on who's asking." Aftiel replied curiously.

"Ha, Torrun K. Athyrea and proud to be it." He said with an almost comical grin on his face, eyes bright.

"Aftiel" Aftiel said shortly.

"What that's it. What about a last name, middle name, surname, nickname, anything?" Torrun said almost confused. Apparently to him your name was everything, and by the looks of what he owned it was the only thing he had to his name, oddly enough.

"Nope… just Aftiel."

"Well then, all-n-all its nice ta meet ya Aftiel." Torren said brightly

They both started down to the pile of rubble where the city Spyria once stood.

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