Oh look, I'm back from the dead again. Yipee.
And I also bring you an extremely unexciting chapter in my side project that just won't die.
Aren't you lucky.
The Keyblade War
Chapter 8: The Rally
It had been a week since Aaron died.
Drake and Amanda were probably the only Keyblade warriors on the side of light that knew what their masters were really planning, but they were two soldiers in an army of thousands, all of whom had been told the same thing. No one would believe them. The only others who knew what they were really there for were the dark Keyblade wielders, and they couldn't side with them, no matter what the circumstances were. They were sitting on useless information, and it was getting to them. The fact that they had been played for fools by the man who raised them. The fact that a war was about to break out, and they wouldn't be able to stop it.
But the worst feeling was knowing that someone, a lifelong friend, had to die, just to further a greedy group's plans. Despite Amanda's constant comforting, Drake still blamed himself for what had happened to their friend, to Aaron. Because of his failure to listen, Aaron was gone, and would never be able to come back. They had nothing left.
And nothing to lose.
. . .
Night fell once again, so Drake and Amanda sat together around a glowing fire that they had set up. For a long time, there was nothing but silence. Neither knew what they could, or should, say to the other, if there even was anything to say at all. Finally, Amanda asked the question that was on both of their minds. "What are we going to do, Drake?"
Drake looked at her for a moment, and then turned back to the fire. "We've already talked about this. We fight, we survive."
Amanda shook her head. "You and I both know that gets us nowhere. If we fight, we give Xant exactly what he's seeking. If we refuse, then we die." Amanda stared at Drake, tears forming in her eyes. "No matter what, we can't win. We can't choose our own fate like you were talking about. We're doomed to play into somebody's hands, no matter what we decide to do with our lives."
Drake knew that she was speaking the truth. He knew as well as she did that there was going to be no happy ending to their story. Despite this, he chose to remain strong for her. "Maybe not… maybe things will be different in the end…"
Amanda gave a fake chuckle. "Yeah, sure."
Drake turned back to face Amanda. "That doesn't matter though. No matter what we do, or what happens to us, I only care about one thing." He slowly raised his hand, and rested it on hers. "We stay together. Until the end." Amanda looked at Drake through her teary eyes, and for the first time in a week, smiled.
. . .
The next day, Drake continued to wander through the Barren Wasteland, asking Amanda to stay behind and make sure nobody stole their supplies. He didn't know what he was looking for. Maybe some dark warriors to destroy. Maybe Jess, or her dark spawn. Maybe he was looking for a way out. Maybe he was looking for someone who would listen to what he had to say. Whatever it was, Drake didn't know.
As he walked, he heard an all too familiar voice. One that caused a burning hatred in his heart. "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" Drake's fists clenched tightly, and he slowly turned to face Jess, who was leaning against a rocky cliff. She had an evil smirk on her face, as her golden eyes stared directly into Drake's. Drake turned away from her and began to walk away. "Now is not the time."
Jess followed him quickly and tapped him on the shoulder. "Aw, still hurt because I offed your best buddy?" In a split second, without turning his head, Drake drew his Keyblade and slashed at her. However, she saw this coming and easily side-stepped it. She gave an evil chuckle. "It's been a week, bud. Time to accept it and move on. Besides, we've got a war to fight in, soon!"
Drake continued to walk away. "YOU have a war to fight. Amanda and I aren't going to do anything to give our master satisfaction."
Jess raised an eyebrow. "So instead, you're going to stand by and let every other pathetic waste of skin on this rock die a horrible death, all playing into the hands of their masters, while you and your girlfriend sit by and watch on the sidelines, just so you can spite your master." Jess gave a fake shiver. "Brrrrrr! Man, did it just get cold out here, or is it just me? Oh wait, it's you."
"Shut up," Drake said emotionlessly. He knew that she was trying to play with his emotions, and he wouldn't let her continue.
Jess casually shrugged. "Hey, why am I complaining? I should be thanking you! You're practically handing me the X-Blade on a silver platter! Abandoning everybody else fighting this war to their demise! I'll just make the X-Blade from someone else!" Drake stopped walking, and slowly turned to face Jess. "You know what? I'm gonna do something special. When I get the X-Blade and make the worlds fall before me, I'll let you be my right-hand man, for doing SO much for me!" Drake's grip on his Keyblade tightened, and his knuckles began to crack. "Maybe if you play nice, I'll keep her around as a pet…"
Drake swung his Keyblade at her with great force, but Jess drew her Keyblade and blocked the blow. Their blades remained clashed, though neither was trying to push the other back. Drake looked into her eyes. "I. Will. Stop you."
Jess chuckled and withdrew her Keyblade. "Go ahead and try." She created dark corridor behind herself, and began to walk into it backwards. "The war begins tomorrow. You want to stop me? You fight." She then disappeared.
. . .
Amanda was sitting at the camp, when she looked up and saw Drake running towards her. She immediately stood up, in case something was wrong. Drake approached her and put his hands on her shoulders. "We're fighting in the war."
"What?" Amanda was completely taken aback. "I thought we weren't going to fight anymore. We won't play into Xant's hands."
"Right, we won't," Drake continued, "But we can't let them forge the X-Blade either. If Xant, the other masters, or the dark Keyblade wielders get their hands on it, the worlds are done for. If we fight, and defeat them, we ruin their plans, and ruin Xant's plans."
Amanda paused for a moment, taking all of this in. They were going to fight in a war against thousands, against impossible odds, all so that they could deny their master what he wanted. It was a desperate mission and she knew it. They had no chance of success. She would have to be crazy to agree with this.
Amanda smiled. "So let's fight a war."
. . .
As the sun was starting to set the following day, Drake and Amanda found themselves with the other thousands of warriors of light that they had seen earlier. While they were all technically on the same side, Drake and Amanda could only trust each other for this mission. No one else knew just how much was riding on this battle, and it was far too late to get any more recruits. It was literally them against the world.
The chatter amongst the army slowly died down, as everybody started to stare in one direction. Drake and Amanda ran to the front of the army to see the thousands of dark warriors slowly making their way towards them. Though they were at a distance, Drake's eyes narrowed as he watched the army approach. The army that would stop at nothing to forge the X-Blade and take over all the known worlds. The army that Jess is hiding in.
Drake and Amanda continued watching for a moment, and then Drake turned to Amanda. "We stay together," he said, holding out his hand.
Amanda smiled and held it for a moment. "Until the end." She looked at Drake in the eyes. "For Aaron."
Drake silently nodded. The two then turned to look at the army once more. They were starting to walk faster, and soon began sprinting at the warriors of light. Drake and Amanda activated their armor and drew their Keyblades, and they heard everybody behind them do the same. Drake and Amanda looked at each other one last time, and then charged at the enemies in front of them. Both armies were charging at each other full force. Drake and Amanda knew what they had to do. Stop the X-Blade from being forged, stop the dark warriors from destroying everything. Stop Jess.
The armies met, and without losing momentum, Amanda and Drake swung their Keyblades at their opponents.
The Keyblade War had begun.
FILLER!
Alright, I promise it gets exciting after this. After all, this is what everything has been leading up to, right?
I'd also like to give a special thanks to ozsanlol, who has been the one person who consistantly reviews and provides feedback for this story. Thanks a lot, bud.
Reviews, feedback are nice, so do that.
baylaust out.
