CHAPTER 4: XION

After the first day here I decided to check as much of the Dark Realm as I could. For hours upon hours, I searched as much of the beach as I could. I came across many things that washed on shore. Food, clothing, and so many other random things. It made me wonder where it was all coming from.

"From other worlds," Vanitas spoke behind me. He was so quiet, I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard him. "I know what you're thinking. 'Where did all this stuff come from?' Am I right?" He wasn't wrong. "All this stuff is what's left from lost possessions of the other worlds. I've even found pieces of wrecked ships from other worlds that I visited when I was working with Xehanort."

"So why haven't you built a ship or a raft and escaped by now?" I would have. He even had enough supplies to build his house, and it looked great, for a make shift house that is.

He then turned away from me. Almost like there was some kind of guilt behind the question. "Xion," he began, "I haven't been completely honest with you. I wasn't always alone out here." He turned away from me like he was ashamed. "Before, there was another person here. His name was Mortem."

"Mortem?"

"It's Latin for Death." Enough said. "He had them same idea as you regarding leaving. When he tried to, his ship was struck by lightning." Wait, what?! "He didn't survive."

I rested my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Vanitas, that was an accident."

He stayed silent. It made me feel a little un easy. "No. It wasn't any kind of accident." Is he blaming himself for what happened. "Xion, it couldn't have been an accident."

"Why?"

"Because out of all ten years I've been here, that was the only time I saw any form of weather." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After what he told me, I didn't have much of a choice. "Anyone unlucky enough to get stuck here can never leave."

So this means I'll never get a chance to see Roxas or Axel ever again? "So we're stuck here?" He nodded. I can't believe it.

For the rest of the day I just sat in front of the ocean, looking out over the horizon. Every now and then something small would wash up on shore. I kept hoping that a Sea-Salt Ice-Cream bar, still wrapped and frozen, would wash up. I could really use one right now. Vanitas tried to bring me some food earlier, but I wasn't in the mood to eat anything. I'm glad he didn't try to give me the whole "You gotta eat to keep your strength up" speech. He told me we can't starve in this place.

As I recalled on the memories of Roxas and Axel, it hit me. Did I still have my Keyblade? I reached out my right hand, and to my surprise, it appeared. Sort of. It had the physical appearance of my original, but the color scheme was different. The hand was now pink, the guard was red, and the actual blade was pure white. My key chain had changed as well. Now it was a sea shell.

"You're a Keyblade wielder," Vanitas asked behind me, which by the way, scared the life out of me. I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Vanitas! Would you stop sneaking up on me?!" That may have sounded meaner than I meant for it to be.

"Sorry," he apologized. "It's just, I never pegged you for a Keyblader. You seemed way to jumpy and timid."

I was gonna just let that one go, considering he just freaked me out a second ago. Now I was a little agitated. Who was he to tell me how a Keyblader should act? "So how do you know about Keyblades," I asked trying to sound cool and collected. He then sighed and held up his right hand. Suddenly darkness surrounded his hand, and a Keyblade, with a gear like theme, appeared in his hands. Remember how I jumped before? Well now I felt like I'd gone into low orbit. Of coarse he has a Keyblade too. And I said that with sarcasm.

A/N: So the next chapter is where things should get way more interesting. I can't promise a new chapter every day. I'm writing as fast as I can, so if you check in regularly, don't get disappointed if there isn't a new chapter out yet. As always feel free to drop a review on this chapter