AN: I'm so sorry! I haven't written anything for any of my stories in a while and this one has especially been put on the back burner for a while. I had most of their chapter already written out but I was facing a huge writers block. Anyway, here's chapter two and please remembers that this isn't completely cannon compliant!
By the way, yes I know that in the game it's said that the worlds used to be locked so that they wouldn't interact with each other, but as noted above this isn't completely canon compliant.
Chapter Two:
|| WayFinders ||
As Mickey had ordered, the trio set out for Yen Sids' Mysterious Tower three days later in order to ask the former Keyblade master for further guidance. As they made their way up the stairs, Mickey's hand rested over the pocket where he kept the ancient letter. He felt unexplainably anxious to hear what Yen Sid had to say and the letter brought him some comfort. He laid his other gloved hand against the set of large doors and gave a mighty push. A rhythmic creaking sounded out as the three stepped into the sparsely furnished entryway. As usual, Yen Sid wasn't there but in the solitary room situated at the top of the stairs. They took the stairs three at a time and entered Yen Sid's private chamber to find him at his desk located in the middle of the room. He did not make the effort to greet his former apprentice and his friends but instead chose to keep his eyes on the text in front of him.
"Mickey," he said at last. "I was expecting you."
"Master Yen Sid," Mickey said as he walked to the front of the desk, his ears just barely showed themselves over the edge of the desk, moving with his head as he spoke. "I really need your guidance before I continue any further in my task." Yen Sid hummed and finally looked up from his book.
"I already know. This 'task' that you speak of is related to the Keyblade War, is it not?" Though clearly phrased as questions, it was a rhetorical one. The aged man knew, and the king knew that the aged man knew. "What is it you want to know?"
"Master Yen Sid, I need to know more about the history of the world before and during the Keyblade War," Mickey explained.
"As well as the link between the war and the name that keeps repeating through time I presume?" Yen Sid supplied. Mickey nodded.
"Yes, that too. Wait, so you're saying there is a connection?" Mickey asked. Yen Sid nodded with a low rumbling hum.
"That is what the stars tell me. However, their voices are quiet, like they themselves have difficulty remembering." Mickey looked down solemnly at his feet.
"Gosh…If even the star have difficulty remembering, then how will we ever find out what happened?" Yen Sid waved his hand in the air and the letter that was residing in Mickey's pocket floated out and glided its way to Yen Sid's desk.
"These will help you uncover the mystery you are trying to unfold," he said.
"What do you mean by 'these' master Yen Sid?" asked Goofy.
"Yes, please explain. I thought that this letter was the only remaining remnant from the before the Keyblade War," stated Mickey.
"It is, in your world." Yen Sid waved his hand again and a transparent, three-dimensional map of a small part of the universe appeared. "Do not forget that during the time of the Keyblade War, several of the worlds were one — fewer, but larger and mighty worlds connected in a way that no longer exists. There are more remnants from that time, resting in separate worlds. Some will be in places you may have trouble getting to while others will be hidden in plain sight. I can tell you that if you happen to find another one of these letters, there is bound to be a fragmented memory residing in them." Master Yen Sid elaborated with them what they will need to prepare for their journey. Donald, Goofy, and Mickey were in the middle of making a list of things they would need when a thought suddenly occurred to Donald. The duck stood up straight and faced Yen Sid.
"Wait a minute, you said that the letter was a remnant didn't you?" He said, his odd voice reaching the former masters ears.
"Yes, I did."
"Then doesn't that mean there should be a memory from before in it?" He asked. At this point both Mickey and Goofy stopped working on their ever-growing list and paid acute attention to the conversation being held before them.
"Yes, it does." Inwardly, Donald huffed at the older mages short answers.
"Then how do we see it?" Yen Sid looked up from his work. In front of him was something that looked a lot like a Wayfinder. Five mirrors in the shape of shells lined with silver metal boarded the edges of a gold crown, making a star shape. Beside Yen Sid on the desk was a boiling pot no one had noticed to be there before. It's boiling remained remarkably silent despite the liquid looking like it would explode at any moment. On the other side of the desk held another pot but instead of looking like it was about to boil over, cold smoke arose from the top and frost was present on the cauldron, the mouth looking a few moments away from freezing over.
"I'm working on it right now, Donald." Donald watched as he reached into the boiling pot with his bare hands to withdraw two links. He slowly attached them to the Wayfinder, then, proceeded to dip the Wayfinder into the opposite freezing cauldron. He repeated the process until a total of six semi-large links were attached. Reaching into the boiling cauldron one last time, he dug deep into its heated depths and withdrew a small leaf pendant. He did not smolder it in the ice this time but instead let it rest on his desk. Astonishingly, it did not singe the wood of the desk.
"There we are," he muttered lowly to no one in particular. Mickey and Goofy made their way to stand beside Donald.
"Is that a Wayfinder Master Yen Sid?" Asked Mickey.
"A Wayfinder unlike any other. Wayfinders are fancied to tie people together so that they would always find their way to each other no matter how far apart they are, hence the name. This does not defy space and distance, but time. Hold the remnant in view of the mirror. At first the reflection of the object won't show, instead, different scenes of the memory inside it will act themselves out in the mirrors. The crown in the center will then store the memory for you to view whenever you want however many times you want. When you finally see the reflection of the actual object in the mirrors, you know the task is complete." Yen Sid held the Wayfinder out to Mickey, who took it and was astonished at its weight. It lighter than he had anticipated; it appeared to be dense.
"You should take your leave now," Yen Sid supplied. "Leave the way you came and make your way to the Olympus Coliseum; that is your first stop." The three nodded and quickly departed on the Gummy ship. As they were told, they left the way they had come and headed straight for the Olympus Coliseum. The Gummy ship made a high tuned humming noise as Goofy steered the ship. From the back of the ship, Mickey held his new Wayfinder in one hand and the letter in the other.
"What you doing back there your majesty?" Goofy called from the front.
"I'm trying to figure out how this works," Mickey answered, rotating, twirling and flipping the Wayfinder in his hand. His facial features scrunched up together, trying to solve the problem in front of them.
"Do you think it's a good idea to activate it while we're flying the Gummy ship?" Questioned Donald.
"I'm not sure…" Mickey moved his hands in the air once again. He held the Wayfinder and the letter parallel to each other close to his face. As Yen Sid had described, the letter was not reflected in the Wayfinder's five mirrors but in each mirror a different scene was taking place. The crown as the center of the Wayfinder began the shine brightly as the scenes in the mirrors began to fade.
"Hmm? Oh–!" A blindingly bright light shined from the Wayfinder and forced Mickey, Donald, and Goofy to shut their eyes tight. Even with their eyes closed it did not shield them from the immense light. Their vision was dominated by a blank slate of orange and red before fading into an endless black. From the darkness behind their eyes, they heard several birds warble along with voices murmuring greetings. The portions of their bodies not covered by their clothes were subjected to a frigid crisp air. Mickey's head shifted to the right and he felt sand brushing up against his face. It felt strange. Like it was there but only a phantom presence. Like if he were to push too hard against it he would fall straight through to the other side of the world.
Mickey opened his eyes but his sight was blurry, shaking with the slightest movement and, for a short while, he saw doubles of everything in his line of vision. His only consultation was that wherever they were it was currently night so his eyes didn't sting.
"Donald? Goofy?" Mickey called. A low, confused whimper and a quiet quack resounded behind him. He quickly turned and ran to his friends, shaking them gently while checking for any injuries. Once they had their eyes open, Mickey helped the both sit up on the sand.
"Where are we?" Donald asked, his head still spinning.
"Gosh Donald. I don't know," Mickey responded as he pushed Goofy up on his feet from behind his taller friend.
"This doesn't look like the Olympus Coliseum," stated Goofy. Mickey held out a hand to Donald. Donald pulled himself up to his feet saying, "No, really?"
"Calm down," Mickey told him. They spent a few minutes quietly debating what to do when they heard men laughing in the distance. They looked at each other and ran towards the voices. The sand just barely shifted under their steps. Mickey had to examine himself and the others just to make sure they all weren't turning into ghosts. They kept running until they reached the gates of a large city. The trio was a little shocked when they saw humans guiding large birds and reptiles speaking in raspy voices. A man leading on the large birds had accidentally pulled on its reigns too hard, causing the bird to squawk and jump back.
"Hey! Be careful with those Chocobos!" A reptilian yelled. The man hollered back an apology and guided the bird, a Chocobo, past the gates with more care.
"Hurry it up!" Yelled the same reptilian. "It's almost daybreak and we need to get these Chocobos back into their pens!" He received a chorus of 'yes sir' and motioned for them to get a move on.
"Where are we?" Asked Goofy. No one answered but instead looked at their new surroundings. The gate was held open as one by one, the large birds made their way in. Donald was watching the large birds with unbridled fascination when he saw one marching its way towards Goofy.
"Goofy look out!" Donald yelled. Goofy turned around and yelped when he saw the bird coming towards him. The bird was already too close for him to evade or block so he closed his eyes, hoping the pain would end soon.
Nothing ever came though.
He felt something lightly brushing the entirety of his being but nothing solid. When he opened his eyes the bird was already gone. Mickey and Donald came up to him, asking him if he was okay or not to which he replied with a confused "I guess so."
Mickey hummed, a habit of his whenever he was thinking.
"Guys, I have an idea. Wait here," he ordered them.
"What's you idea–" Before Donald could finish his question, Mickey ran straight for the wall. Straight for the wall and apparently straight through the wall since the second the king would have collided with it, he simply passed through it. Mickey promptly made his way back to his friends in strides.
"Guys, I think I know what's going on. I think what we're seeing is the memory that was trapped inside the letter! Wherever we are, we exist but the people and things around us are most likely just illusions. Therefore, we can pass straight through things and no one will be able to see or hear us." Donald and Goofy both wandered off, going their own to test Mickey's theory themselves. Donald tried whacking one of the reptilians in the knee with his staff without success and Goofy tried to help lift a crate standing in the way of the large birds but was fruitless. Next, Goofy put his large stature to good use and stood in the center of the large entry lane, flailing his arms and feet around sporadically. Donald climbed on top of a stack of crates and tried to yell into the ear of one of the men. The man continued the conversation he was having as though there wasn't a duck quacking obscenities to him. In reality, there wasn't. What they were seeing had already passed. Donald didn't exist back then just like how the man he was yelling at doesn't exist now. When Donald and Goofy found their way back to Mickey, they quickly huddled together and formed a plan of action. They didn't know how long the projection of the memory would last–seconds, hours, days, it was any ones guess–but they needed to make some progress before their time was up. Without wasting any further time, they made their way into the city. Unconsciously, despite having tested their assumption out earlier, they avoided people and objects though there was no need to. Their pace was fast and they followed the path that lead to a coastline. By now, daybreak was arriving and they could clearly see a white stone bridge leading to a set of very large buildings kilometers off the shores of the coast. How the large structure stayed on top of the water was, for now, a mystery to them.
Mickey, Donald, and Goofy were halfway across the bridge when they began hearing tired young voices coming up from behind them. Turning around, they saw three young men, talking as loud as the morning would permit to each other. Stopping, they waited till the three young men were just in front of them and began walking at a slower pace behind. They listened for every word they were saying, anything to give them a hint as to where they were.
"Are you going to the training grounds today?" One asked; his voiced nearly overpowered by his yawn. The other raised his hands over his head and began to stretch his back.
"Hmm…maybe. It depends if I can get away from magic studies before this afternoon," he replied. The third patted his back.
"Oh man, good luck with that one. We all know how bad you are at magic!" At this, the first young man laughed. In response to his laugh, the second boy–the one who was stretching–lightly slapped his back.
"Aye, I might be lacking in magic but you're lacking in form!"
"I'm not that bad!" The first replied. "Everyone knows who the worst dueler is at this school and I am most certainly above that level." The third boy changed the topic to breakfast and they soon began to exchange hopeful fantasies of a large and full morning meal.
"Well, at least we know that this place is a school now," says Mickey. As they make their way to the actual school grounds, they abandon the group of boys and stayed behind at the front of the school. It was grand to say the least. The building were white in color and instead of all the buildings being on one platform like they had originally thought, there were several platforms with similar building spread around in close proximity to each other. The platforms and buildings were solid, appearing as though they were made of stone, and were connected to one another by smaller versions of the white bridge they had just crossed. The tops of the buildings were almost all triangular in shape with a few buildings that were domed over. Some triangle tops were wide and low while others where high and narrow, mimicking towers. All tops were covered in a warm orange like the sky in Twilight Town, gold running along the bottoms, and sides. Some of the tower like buildings had a decoration at the very top of their roofing colored in gold. On almost all the buildings, it was just a black bar extending from the very top point of their triangle roofing, going up vertically — crossing two or three ovals in diminishing size — ending in a needlepoint. One building, however — the one the trio were standing in front of — hand a short flag pole extending from the tip of the roof, and strung on that flag pole was a solitary flag decorated with blue and white. In the center was the image of a heart.
This building was most important building in the area as far as they can tell. From the large windows they could see older beings, human and animal alike, sitting behind desks in the building. Some were writing things down, others were walking around finishing tasks, while the rest were simply chitchatting while enjoying a drink in the early morning. Mickey, Donald, and Goofy walked straight through its glass doors and into the building.
"Okay fellas," Mickey said. "It's time we do some snooping around. Don't stray upstairs just yet, let's find what we can here first." The knight-mage combo pack saluted and departed in opposite directions. Goofy found his way to three large bulletin boards placed in sequence to each other down the wall.
"A-hyuck, what's this?" He spoke his thoughts aloud. He examined the bulletin board, finding nothing but meeting dates and memos for the staff on the first board. The second board held papers talking about club events and meeting locations as well as field trip information. The third board had a pages tacked to it and held information on rallies, spirit and sporting events, tutoring sessions, and competitions.
"Let's see here…'New policy valid at the start of second semester: the training grounds will be closed off during school hours including lunch unless in use for a class. It will be open to students after school as well as during weekends and holidays. All those wishing to use the training grounds that are not students or staff must file for and obtain a visitors' pass as well as a training authorization pass from the administration building. For information on the additional guidelines, please ask the staff present at your time of visiting. Thank you.' Training grounds? I wonder why they would need that?" Goofy pondered, scratching the back of his head. Goofy's eyes wandered to the newspaper page tacked onto the board.
"Hmm…'First semester ends with a bang as Noel Kriess (a senior) wins the school wide tournament! Noel Kreiss is considered to be one of the best Keyblade wielders in this school'–WAIT! Keyblade wielder?" Goofy looks at the paper bewildered and tried to turn it up so he can read the backside, only to have his hand pass through the paper.
On the opposite end, Donald is peeking over the shoulder of a lady who held traits similar to rabbits. Her hands were writing something on a piece of paper and Donald was straining to see it. He was grumbling to himself until, finally, he managed to get a good look at the page. Donald read the words over in his mind; making a light comment on how loud Goofy was being and how lucky they were no one could hear them. Once he got to the end of the page, Donald was brimming over with the shock of a new discovery. Without giving each other any notification, they both bolted to the side of the room where their king stood in unison.
Mickey, who was currently at a desk looking over a map of the school, jumped when Goofy and Donald tackled him through the desk he was looking over.
"Your Majesty!" They both cried. Mickey crawled out from under them, stood, and brushed himself off.
"Have you guys found anything?" He asked patting his shoulders. As though their souls were completely in sync, they both drew in a large breath at the same time and shouted out their discovery in unison.
"Your Majesty! This place was a school for Keyblade Wielders!" They made the same exact gestures with their hands, fanning them out in front of them as if asking for a blanket. Mickey jumped back from their loud voices. He scratched the back of his head.
"Are you sure?" Mickey asked. Donald and Goofy nodded. Goofy lead them to the billboard with the newspaper tacked to it and gestured for Mickey to read its text. Mickey was astonished, but soon a smile spread across his face. Pure joy filled his body as he jumped and spun to face his friends.
"Gosh guys, this is amazing!" Exclaimed Mickey. "To think that at one point in time, there were so many Keyblade wielders that they even made a school to train them!" Donald and Goofy couldn't fully understand their kings' elated demeanor but they were happy for him. Mickey, being one of the very few Keyblade wielders in his time, couldn't contain how excited he was after knowing that there were many more Keyblade wielders. Goofy's mind was blank with happiness and suddenly he was blessed with an amazing idea.
"Hey your majesty, why don't we look around? We're bound to find something since this is a school and all," he suggested.
"Good idea Goofy!" Mickey added a laugh at the end of his statement and immediately set off to browse the rest of the campus. The king was striding from point A, to point B, to point C, and so on at a breakneck speed, all the while maintaining a hop in his step. Donald and Goofy had to make an effort just to keep up with him. They were lead to various points in the school. They ran into the cafeteria in time to see students lining up to get their breakfast while others were already seated and talking to their friends. Mickey ran up to a few, observing them with great interest while greatly wishing he could greet them. In another building they found a huge theatre where there were some students who apparently opted out of breakfast to clean up the stage. Others looked to be hurriedly finishing up some homework in the corner. Once they stepped outside again they noticed two buildings domes with glass.
"Come on fellas! Lets try this place!" Called Mickey. Mickey was gone with the wind before Donald and Goofy could even say yes. They met their king at the front of the building, huffing and puffing on their knees while their king looked unfazed. He was teaming with endless stamina in all his excitement. They walked side-by-side through the walls on the building. Light from the sun reflected itself onto their faces in moving patterns as they stood over a large pool.
"Garsh, I could really use a swim right now," exclaimed Goofy, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Donald nodded in agreement while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"It's nice to see the king all excited but I need a break." Promptly followed by his answer Donald sat down and stuck his feet into the pool. A ripple was barely created as he stuck his feet in the water. Still, there was cooling sensation that swarmed his feet and wrapped them in relief. Goofy followed suit and sat next to his friend.
"This sure is amazing though. I can see why the kings so excited. Hey, do you think Sora would be in a school like this? If it was still around and all." Donald huffed, crossed his arms over his chest, and raised his head proudly.
"Of course our Sora would make it in here! I'd bet he'd beat that 'Noel Kreiss' fella in five seconds!" Goofy chuckled and began kicking his feet in the water, a little disappointed in the splashlessness of it.
"What do you think your majesty? Would Sora–" as Goofy turned he saw that the king was no longer there.
"A shucks! Donald, the king already left!"
"Without us?!" They jumped to their feet and began racing to find the king. Scouring the campus and finding nothing they decided to check the other glass domed building that sat on the opposite side of the first.
"You're majesty! Are you in here?" Called Goofy as they entered. They didn't receive a reply but as they walked into the building they saw their king seated in stone stands that greatly resembled the ones at the Coliseum. In fact, the whole room greatly resembled the Coliseum, minus the lavish detailing in the doors and podiums. Mickey was sitting at the edge of seat, excitement evident on his face as his hands were curled into fist hovering in front of him. His focus was directed at only one thing. They heard a clash of weapons and turned to see what their King was so intent on. In the center of the arena were two beings. One was obviously older and didn't seem to be troubled while the other was young and breathing hard.
"Good, good. Your magic is still as impeccable as ever and you're getting better at keeping your fighting stance. However," the older figure charged towards the boy. The boy just barely managed to block in time but was still sent flying across the room.
"You still lack in control. You can't strive to perfect one thing to be the master of all things." The older figure dismissed his weapon, a keyblade, and walked to the boy. He helped him up as the boy shook his head of black hair with a blue undertone.
"Understood." With a nod of his head he dismissed the boy who ran into one of the rooms. Donald and Goofy made their way to Mickey who jumped up when he saw them.
"Did ya see that fellas? The boy was pretty good but as that man said, he was lacking in control. He was a really strange but amazing power with keyblades but he doesn't seem to know how to fully use it." Mickey was rambling on about the fight. Talking about what happened and what he thought about it.
"Why didn't you tell us before leaving like that your Majesty?" Scolded Donald. Mickey rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry Donald, Goofy, Didn't mean to scare you like that." Donald just sighed and shook his head as the boy stepped out onto the arena with a bag balanced on his shoulder.
"I'll be leaving now, Master Leo," he announced.
"Have a good day, Noctis." As the boy made his way out of the room Goofy bent over to talk to his shorter friends.
"Let's try following him around." At his suggestion, the trio tailed behind the boy as he walked across the school. There were more students filing into classes so they assumed class was starting soon. The boy called Noctis entered one of the classrooms and took his seat. The room itself was humble with large windows and a low ceiling. Mounted on the wall in front of the room was a large black chalkboard. The desks were wide enough to fit two people comfortable with hooks built on the side to hold their bags. The teachers' desk saw in towards the side of the classroom beside the chalkboard. Almost every chair was occupied but the one beside Noctis remained empty.
"Guess my hunch was wrong. Maybe we should go back–" behind them the door slammed open. Luckily for them the door passed straight through them stead of dealing them a harsh blow. A figure ran past them and sat in the desk beside Noctis. Her blonde hair stood out next to Noctis' head of black hair.
"Wait!" Shouted Goofy. "Garsh, isn't that Naminé? He said as he pointed to the girl. Mickey and Donald had immediately noticed the resemblance, even if it was just the back of her head they were staring at. Same shade of blonde hair tossed over her shoulder in the same way and the same posture they (or really, Mickey) remembered her having whenever she was seated in front of the table. Mickey had only spoken to her a few times while he was visiting Ansem and Goofy as well as Donald had no memories of her but even with those odds they still recognized her. Now all they needed was the name.
"You're almost late," Noctis turned to speak to her in a flat voice.
"I know, I know." She said. "I was actually thinking about not coming to school today."
"And why wouldn't you come today?" Noctis asked. The girl who resembled Naminé fiddled around in her seat. She searched through her bag, taking out a notebook and a pencil case, pretending to arrange them on her desk so she wouldn't be faced with answering him. Noctis leaned back into his chair, observing her with a frown. He tapped his finger as he waited for her reply. She seemed to have known he was still waiting as kept digging through her bag looking for imaginary things.
"You can tell me," he stated at last. She just shook her head and offered him a small smile before turning her head to the front of the class. The teacher, an attractive young woman with long blonde hair and glasses propped on her nose rose from her chair with a stack of papers in her hands.
"If you look on the board you'll see that today we'll be covering the topic advance magic. You'll also notice that your assignment on synthesizing is due two days from know. We'll go over the rubric later but first I'll be handing back your results from last weeks examination." She walked down the aisles between the desks, handing papers as she came by. When she hands the Naminé-look-alike hers it's barely in her hand for two seconds before she snatches it up. It was a little amusing watching her almost slam the piece of paper underside-up so and try to reach for her bag. However, Noctis placed his hand firmly on top of the paper while reaching for his own. When the teacher passed she carefully lifted the paper up and gazed at it. Her expression before even reading it was filled with dread but as she read the statements and scores on the paper her face fell with dread. While other students congratulated each other she sat quietly and folded her paper in half before sticking it between the pages of her notebook.
The rest of the class past by particularly uneventful but what frustrated Donald, Goofy, and Mickey was that the girls name wasn't called. Not even once! She didn't raise her hand to answer any questions nor was she called upon by the teacher. Even more so, they bored beyond their minds. Years of battle practice had already equipped them with the knowledge they were learning so they had nothing better to do than mess around with the class. All three had tried to get the paper out of her notebook somehow all though they all knew it was futile. Goofy turned to looking around the class, looking over students' shoulders and reading their personal writings. More than a few times he chuckled at what was drawn in their notebooks. Mickey turned as he heard Goofy chuckle demurely and saw him chuckling with a hand in front of his face, his cheeks tinted pink, while giving the boy a sly look. The young boy in question had the undeniable look of a maiden in love as he wrote in his notebook while not really paying any attention to what their instructor was saying.
Donald resorted to seating himself in the teacher's desk, reading over her papers and actually listened to her lecture. He nodded his head at what she was saying for the most part but there were certain parts in her lecture where he would scrunch up his face and would shake his head. Donald was confident that he could teach the subject of magic ten times better than the illusion in front of him if he had the chance. He smiled at the thought and kicked back with his feet on her desk. Already, he had begun daydreaming of having his own class, teaching students who would admire him unconditionally. In his dream he was leading a room of A-class scholars who would praise him and create a statue of him in his honor.
Mickey was about to give up himself and just resort to what he always did when he couldn't sit through one of Yen Sid's lectures; sleep. But, finally, someone said her name.
"Naminé!" Noctis whispered. "Naminé! Naminé!" The young man must have lived by a three-strikes policy because he didn't repeat her name a third time and went straight for her notebook. Mickey, Goofy and Donald had all heard the name and were stunned in silence, barely able to register the young man quickly flip through the pages of her notebook and pull out the folded piece of paper before tossing the book back to her.
…'Naminé' moved to grab it, her alarm loud in her gestures despite keeping herself quiet so as not to attract the attention of their teacher. It seemed that all at once the trio recognized what was going on and leapt from their spots to crowd around the dark haired student.
Noctis quietly lifted the top of the fold against the desperate pleas shining in Naminé's eyes.
…
"…A 'C?' Really Naminé? I thought you said you studied for it?" Naminé seemed to have found her golden opportunity because she quickly snatched the paper from his hand, the shard sound ignored by their instructor as she hastily crumpled it up in her fist.
"I'm just not cut out for this like you two okay?" Noctis furrowed his brows, Goofy, Donald and Mickey following his example.
"Don't even think about dropping out. No matter how many times you say that there are already enough Keyblade Wielders out there in the world, we're still needed. We're the next generation to defend the world from darkness and to keep their massively large world from fall apart." Naminé said nothing, even as they were dismissed hardly a minute after. The trio followed them out the door of their class to see someone waiting for the two outside their class.
"Noel." Naminé greeted with a small smile, incredibly reminiscent of the ones the Nobody of their time had given all of them from time to time.
"So that's Noel?" Donald whispered to Goofy, not paying much attention to the short conversation the three students were having.
"Gawrsh, you don't think it's the Noel from the newspaper clipping do you?" Mickey stayed silent, observing the three.
"…—! Fellas look!" And the two looked to see their figures walking away, their figures becoming less and less opaque as they walked on, becoming transparent.
"Wait!" The king called but to no avail. Mickey already new it would be of no use to begin with. These people were gone. They didn't exist anymore, but still he couldn't resist the temptation to stop them even if he was only talking to an illusion. The king realized then that he probably wouldn't like being able to walk freely in the memories presented by the remnants they'd find. It was frustrating to see people walking right in front of you, but being unable to do anything — even touch them.
The more their figures faded, the brighter their surrounding became until they were washed over in light. It wasn't until it faded and they could no longer feel it on their bodies that they opened their eyes to find themselves sprawled against the floor of their ship.
"Well that was interesting," Goody chimed. He was first to find his footing again and looked outside the windows on the Gummy Ship.
"Oh gawrsh! Fellas!" He called. Mickey turned his head.
"What is it Goofy?"
"It looks like we're lost." Donald and Mickey quickly made their way to the front of the ship to see for themselves. Around was nothing but dark space and stars, a wisps of whatever it was that surrounded individual words floating by. Donald stamped his foot.
"Oooh I knew we shouldn't have used that thing while we were flying the Gummy Ship!"
AN: Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors that I might have missed! So, was anyone else outstanded by the sheer number of dead Keyblades in the Keyblade Graveyard in BBS? I couldn't believe it, I was like "There used to be this many Keyblade Wielders throughout the worlds?!" And I projected that feeling through Mickey since he is one of the few Keyblade Wielders in the game, I thought it would interest him to see with his own eyes a hint as to how many there used to be. And the whole school thing is because Eraqus was teaching Ven, Aqua and Terra and Yen Sid taught Mickey so I figured that with that many wielders they'd have a school to teach all of them conveniently.