Yes, I'm updating this again. Screw having a life and all that... there's STORIES to be written
So anyway, this is where the story gets a bit more serious. Enjoy.
The Keyblade War
The Encounters
After their encounter with the mysterious man in the red armor, Drake, Amanda, and Aaron had not run into any more dark warriors. All three were suspicious; Master Xant had told them that there was going to be several enemies gathering here, preparing for an attack. Well, they had been wandering this world for hours upon hours, and they had yet to run into anyone else other than themselves. Soon, the sun began to set. Drake stopped walking and watched as the horizon was consumed in a red glow. Despite the emptiness of the Barren Wasteland, the sunset looked almost…. beautiful. Drake decided that they were done for the day.
"Alright guys, it's clear that we're not going to run into anyone else at this point. I suggest that we camp out for the night and figure something out tomorrow."
Amanda chuckled. "No problem with that. By the way, you lose the bet. Where's my 500 munny?"
Drake looked away. "Ah, shaddup. I'll get it to you when we finish up on this world. That's a promise."
Amanda smiled and walked away to find a place for them to set up camp. Aaron walked up to Drake. "You know, man, you can't keep this hidden forever. At some point, you're going to have to tell her how you feel, or someone else will get her."
Drake glared at Aaron. He hated it when he tried to horn in on his feelings for Amanda. "Oh, really? Who else would be after her? You?"
Yes. "No, Of course not. I respect your feelings for her, and I would never get in the way of them."
"That's bullcrap, and you know it."
Indeed it is. "No, really!"
"Why so defensive, Aaron? Do YOU have a crush on her?"
Yes! Yes I do! I admit it! I finally have it off my chest! I AM NOW A MAN! "No."
"Alright then, let's go follow her. Today was easy, but prepare for anything. This could get really hard, really quickly."
"Bow-chicka bow wow."
Drake knocked Aaron out with a Strike Raid.
. . .
The next morning, the three walked together until they got to a large field of rocky plains. Drake turned to his friends. "Alright guys, we're getting nowhere like this. I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground, and find our targets faster that way. If something happens, head back to this spot as soon as possible and wait for the other two to arrive. Okay?" Aaron and Amanda nodded. The three turned and walked away in different directions.
. . .
Amanda found herself on top of a huge cliff, which revealed even more rocky plains below it. She stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at the endless fields before her. No wonder this place is called "The Barren Wasteland"… I've never seen a world this empty before. Well, maybe there will be something a bit farther ahead. Wiping sweat from her forehead, Amanda prepared to continue walking.
Suddenly, a dark hole appeared in the ground behind her. Amanda quickly turned and drew her Fenrir. A figure covered in darkness rose from the ground, wielding a Keyblade. The darkness dissipated, and it turned out to be the armored figure from before. Before Amanda could react, the man charged at her and tackled her, knocking both of them off the cliff.
. . .
Well this sucks.
Aaron stood at the ready, holding his Keyblade. Around him stood several dark warriors. Unlike the one he and his friends had encountered from before, these ones weren't armored, but their eyes were unmistakingly gold, showing the darkness within them. They stood in a circle around him, giving Aaron nowhere to ride. Cracking his neck, Aaron activated his armor and brought his Keyblade to his side. "So, looking to die?" Aaron charged at one of the warriors, preparing to clash.
"I can help you with that!"
. . .
Drake found himself in one of the many empty fields of the Barren Wasteland, extending in all directions for possible miles. Suddenly, Drake heard something in the distance, as he turned around. He could see a figure far away, but quickly approaching. As the figure drew closer, the noise got louder. Drake suddenly recognized the noise. Is that a Keyblade Rider?
The figure sped by on his Rider. While passing by, the person extended its fist, and it connected to his jaw at an insane speed, knocking Drake to the ground. As the figure drove away, Drake got back up. "Oh, no you don't!" Drake jumped into the air and activated his armor, landing on his own Keyblade Rider. In an instant, Drake was quickly following the figure, chasing it down across the plains.
. . .
Amanda's body smashed against rocks as she plummeted down the cliff. Desperately, she jabbed her Keyblade into the rocks, as it slowed her falling a little bit. Soon, she saw the armored figure beginning to close the distance between them. As they approached the same level of height, Amanda kicked off of the cliff, clashing swords with the man. Several times their swords clashed, but Amanda was completely unable to gain any sort of advantage over the man. The figure grabbed onto Amanda's neck, and hurled her into the cliff behind her. The impact was brutal, as Amanda felt the jetting pieces of rock cutting across her arms. The figure looked up at her as he continued to fall. Amanda adjusted her angle on the cliff, with her Keyblade stabbed into the rocks. "You're not going to escape!" Amanda kicked herself from the rocks at full force, closing the distance between the two, and clashing swords with the man again.
Their blades grinded together, creating sparks that flew by both of their faces. Amanda tried to look into the man's helmet, but was unable to see anything other than his glowing yellow eyes. "Who... are you?" Rather than respond, the figure simply parried her Keyblade and attempted to stab her. Amanda did a midair flip and managed to get behind the man. Electricity charged through her Keyblade as she pointed it at her opponent. "THUNDER!" A blast of Thundaga energy shot from the end of her Keyblade, and managed to hit the figure directly in the chest, launching him straight through the cliff, leaving a huge hole behind him.
Amanda looked down and saw that she was quickly approaching the ground. Desperately, she activated her armor and stabbed her Keyblade into the cliff. While her armor and the slightly decreased speed helped, they couldn't shield the pain as she slammed into the rocky ground and rolled a good ten meters. Slowly, and very painfully, she picked herself up from the ground, coughing. She tore off her helmet and the rest of her armor vanished. Her body was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Her vision blurry, she looked up to see if the armored man had come out yet. Nothing. Downright exhausted, she fell back to the ground, lying on her back.
What was he?
. . .
Aaron wasn't as strong as Amanda or Drake, and he knew that. However, he was far more acrobatic than the other two, and he would ALWAYS use this to his advantage in combat. Despite this, he would always tend to complain that he wasn't as powerful as his two friends yet.
This time, however, he was not complaining.
As dark warriors charged at him from all sides, not one was able to land a single hit on him, and there were at least fifteen warriors. Aaron, however, was moving like a blur, hitting his enemies weak points, and soon, there were only two left. Aaron rested his Keyblade on his shoulder. "So how about it, guys? Care to call it a draw?"
The two dark warriors looked at each other, and charged to attack.
Aaron sighed. "Always the hard way..." As one of the warriors prepared to attack, Aaron slid right through his legs, and tripped him with a sweep kick. While the man was falling down, Aaron quickly stood up and made a clean slice down through the middle of the man. Before he even touched the ground, his body faded away into darkness. Aaron looked at the last warrior and pointed his Keyblade at him. "Your call."
The final man attempted to slice at Aaron, but he did a somersault and landed doing a handstand on the warrior's shoulders. Putting his feet on the ground, Aaron tossed the man across the ground, and tossed his Keyblade into the air. As the man was about to get up, Aaron's Keyblade fell and landed straight in his stomach. The dark warrior's body went limp, and faded into darkness.
Aaron deactivated his armor and began running, to the place that they promised to meet up.
I hope the other two haven't run into any trouble...
. . .
Drake rammed against his opponent again, trying to knock whoever it was off of the Rider. They had been dashing across the endless plains, neither able to get an advantage over the other. Drake's enemy, a figure in brown armor and a cape, rammed Drake into a wall of rocks. While Drake's Rider was grinding against the wall, the person grabbed Drake and began dragging his head against the rocky surface. Drake's head rattled with pain through his helmet. Drake barely managed to kick the other warrior away from him. Growing desperate, Drake made a risky move; he jumped off of his Rider and landed on the armored person's. Drawing his Keyblade, Drake knocked the warrior off of the Rider. With both of them on the ground, the two clashed Keyblades with each other. The figure finally spoke in a surprisingly high voice. "You fool!"
Drake's eyes opened up. A woman?
"You will not stop me from forging the X-Blade!"
Forging the... Keyblade?
The girl sent a Dark Firaga at Drake, which sent him flying to the ground. The girl then vanished into a dark corridor. Drake remained in his armor, getting back up. "Get back here! What did you mean, 'forge the Keyblade'?" Nothing.
Drake then got back onto his Rider and began driving back to his friends' meeting place.
Aaron, Amanda... I hope you're safe.
A free cookie if you could spot the Red vs Blue reference
Reviews, and advice on how to improve would be appreciated.
baylaust out.
