Chapter 4

The Princess led him down a multitude of corridors, most of which were vibrant and alight with life. Servants were running here and there, and bowing respectfully to the Princess as she passed. There was a sweet smell in the air, Baylion new that it was close to the Death Feast, which would begin at midnight of the longest night in the year. The smell of broiled pig and bread fill Baylion's senses and made his mouth water, for he suddenly realized how hungry he was, it had been two days since he had eaten.

"I'm so sorry," said the Princess as she saw the look of hunger on his face," I'd forgotten that you hadn't eaten anything."

She stopped one of the scurrying servants and asked for food to be brought to the dining hall, then she turned to him and said," I was going to take you to Arron our Royal scholar, but you need to eat first," she ushered him to the dining hall and sitting him around the middle of a long table with ten chairs on each side and one on each end. She sat across from him and the servant brought in some food.

"Please send for Arron, I require his audience in this hall," she said to the servant after he was done placing the food in front of Baylion. The servant bowed again and left them. Baylion tested the food with his fingers for how hot it was then grabbed the fork and dove into it. The goose was tender and juicy and it made him salivate.

He was halfway done and the Princess was watching him intently when the elderly scholar came into the hall. He wore gold rimmed half-moon spectacles and looked too young to be anything but a student. He set his eyes on Baylion and spoke, his voice surprising Baylion more than his appearance," I know what you're thinking," his old mature voice said," and as a scholar, I should tell you to never judge a book by its cover."

In his arms was a pile of scrolls that looked to be hundreds of years old. He walked up to the end of the table and placed on the edge," It just so happens that I am immortal," he said as he reorganized the scrolls.

"Really," said Baylion, his curiosity alight," how did it happen.

He looked at Princess Ashe uneasily and said," It is a rather long tale that we need not go into at the present time. I'd be happy to tell you after we discuss your tale if you feel so inclined."

Baylion nodded, he was curious to know what the immortal had for him to see. "If I may," said the scholar," I would like to examine the blade you now carry."

Baylion looked at the Princess who gave him a nod of encouragement. He took the blade out from behind his seat where he had taken it off and presented it to the scholar, who took it with a shaky hand. "oh yes," he whispered," I can feel its anger, this is definitely the blade, but this is not its true form."

He began to murmur and Baylion couldn't help but wonder what the scholar was speaking of, this was just a normal blade with no special qualities. However, as the thought passed through his head, he saw the blade shine a brilliant golden light. It was almost blinding and it made a loud whishing sound.

He turned his head away and when he looked back, there was a magnificently beautiful blade. It was dove white and it was unlike anything he had ever seen, he wondered how one could temper a blade of such magnificence.

"OATHKEEPER," he whispered in amazement," how I've longed to hold thee."

"What is it," asked Baylion in amazement," who could have made this?"

"This, my boy, is a weapon of immense rage and destruction," he swung the blade outward and it disappeared from his hand with a golden sparkle and entered Baylion's hand," and it has chosen you."

"May I see the other blade you posses," asked the scholar.

Baylion obliged and took the blade from out of its back sheath and giving it to the immortal. He now realized that this weapon must have also had a magical cloak. The scholar repeated his incantation and with the same flash of light appeared and another one of the blades appeared. This one was all black and had a sapphire at the top of the hand hold.

"OBLIVION," said the scholar incredulously," this is the companion of OATHKEEPER and a blade worthy of its name."

He turned to the Princess and said," From what you told me I had prepared for many outcomes, but I least expected this phenomena, so I did not prepare for it," he handed the weapon to Baylion and quickly picked up his scroll rushing to the door," I must get my other things," he mumbled to himself as he went to the door.

"But you haven't even told me what this is," said Baylion in desperation.

The scholar stopped at the door and turned to Baylion," My dear boy, what you hold in your hands is beyond comprehension. It is both the life bringer and the life taker, the way to darkness and the way to light. It is everything that completes you. It is rage and peace, and it has chosen you as its wielder."

Baylion had no idea what the scholar was saying," Well at least tell me what it's called," he asked in exasperation.

"You are the chosen wielder of the Keyblade," said the man with finality. He gave a wavering smile that seemed almost like a smile of pity and then he left without another word.