T: Here it is the ninth chapter. A combination of serious and a little bit of random humour, even from my Knight.

Disclaimer: You know it by now, Kingdom Hearts and it's characters don't belong to me, only the characters and other things I create.


This is it...today, they return. They come for my most beloved niece, Kairi. They threaten my world, saying they will kill my people and take our children as slaves. I will not simply stand by and do nothing!

Ansem and the other council members were sitting in the conference room, deciding any last means of defence they could utilize.

"They will enter our planet's atmosphere in approximately 15 hours. My lord Ansem, have you come to a decision?" The army general announced their current situation and was waiting for a reply from Ansem.

"...I have." Ansem stood so that everyone in the room could see him. He knew what they were hoping for him to say. They were hoping he would agree to hand over the princess of heart over to the invaders so that they will leave and never return.

"I have decided, we aren't going to give the princess of heart over to these monsters!" Ansem replied in serious voice.

The members of the council then began to bicker amongst themselves, various things were said, mainly 'Are you insane!?' and 'Do you realise what you're doing?'

Ansem expected as much from them, they were interested in their world's survival, for their people. Ansem knew that, these were good people who loved their world as much as their people. The council was formed to protect their world.

"My lord! Have you lost your mind?" One of the elder members asked Ansem.

"You must trust me fellow members of the council. We still have a chance." Ansem said trying to calm down the members of the council who were now starting to get angry at Ansem.

"My lord, surely you must know this is folly! Sure, I can imagine it's hard for you to give up your younger niece. But my lord was this council not formed to protect our world and all who live on it?" One of the council members asked trying desperately to change Ansem's mind.

"You're right. This council was formed to protect our beloved world but, you must trust me when I say, we have a chance. We can fight these invaders, and we can win!" Ansem replied in a tone that most leaders would use to rally their troops.

"Oh really? I assume you have some sort of, 'secret weapon' we can use against them?" Xehanort replied smiling at his master's foolish plan.

"Yes. Yes I have." Ansem replied at his apprentice's outburst.

"Oh, care to share it with us then 'master'?" Xehanort had said the last word with venom in his mouth. Ansem heard this and knew that Xehanort couldn't be trusted.

"...As you all know, summon materia is considered as one of the most advanced and devastating magic's in existence and that it must only be used for a good cause?"

The council agreed with Ansem's statement.

"I have recently have come to posses one of the magical stones, thanks to my friend King Mickey Mouse." Ansem pointed to his friend who had taken a seat next to his friend.

"The stone possess the power to call forth one of the legendary summons known as, 'The Holy Guardian', with his power I am sure we can drive these invaders away." The council members were shocked, even Xehanort was slightly surprised at his masters finding.

"Are you sure Ansem? 'The Holy Guardian' hasn't been called forth since the time of Atlantis. Are you sure of this?" One of the council members who was familiar with the summoning arts knew that 'The Holy Guardian' was the rarest of the summons, every attempt at calling forth the creature with man-made summon materia resulted in the loss of the summoner's sanity, or worse, they're lives.

"Yes, I am sure. Even ask King Mickey, his wife is capable of telling what magic's a materia possess." Ansem motioned to Mickey to help him.

"Yep. It's true; the materia calls forth 'The Holy Guardian' but it can only be called forth by one with a pure heart." Mickey had told him everything he knew about the materia.

"HA! Oh come on!" Xehanort had risen out of his seat whilst having a mocking tone in his voice.

"You're telling me you know what the summon is? Have you ever seen it before mouse!?" Xehanort had yelled his statement out while pointing at Mickey.

"XEHANORT! Show the king some respect!!" Ansem had risen out of his seat, he was furious at Xehanort. He couldn't understand the sudden change in Xehanort's behaviour.

All the council members were now looking at Xehanort, they always had doubts about him, but never did they think he would show disrespect to one of royalty.

"Members of the council! Do you really think we should put faith in this, this rodent, who can only 'assume' that the summon will indeed be 'The Holy Guardian'. How can we be sure this is true, unless his majesty has solid proof of this?" Xehanort spoke full of confidence knowing that Mickey couldn't possibly have any means to back up his theory.

"I have." Mickey replied with a serious tone with a face to match. He pulled out of his pockets an ancient looking crystal, the crystal was small, enough to fit into ones hand.

"This crystal contains several records leading up to the night Atlantis was destroyed." Mickey had seen the contents of the crystal long ago when he was a young adventurer long ago.

"An Atlantian crystal? How in the world did you find one? Those crystals were carried by the Atlantian's themselves. They went with their people and their city to the bottom of the ocean." Xehanort couldn't believe that the crystal Mickey held in his hand was one of the Atlantis crystals.

"I know I saw them shortly after I found the materia. They weren't happy that I was taking a treasure, it seemed me and my friends had stumbled into their ancient treasure vault. The materia was one of their holy relics." Mickey was about to continue but Xehanort once again interrupted.

"Oh please, how would you know this? Did you ask them; remember they speak 'Atlantian' not English you fool!!" Xehanort was determined not to be beaten by Mickey.

"Actually the Atlantian's could speak English, as well as various other languages including French, German, Spanish and even Egyptian." Mickey replied with a smirk on his face.

"They had taken us prisoner at first but after we talked with their leader, we were able to come to peaceful terms with the Atlantian's. We made an agreement that we could leave with the materia if we were never to reveal the location of Atlantis to anyone." Mickey recalled the events of that day easily, hoping this would prove his statement.

"...Humph." Xehanort had lost this argument; he knew there was no point in continuing. He looked at Ansem and saw that his master was angered at his actions, just what he wanted.

"My lord. As much as I would like to see the evidence his Majesty has revealed I must remind you that the clock is against us. Our enemy draws closer as the hour passes." The general replied looking at Ansem with a concerned look.

"Oh yes, how long is left?"

"14 hours left." The general replied looking at his watch.

"If we are going to keep the princess of heart and use the materia, surely we must have something we can do until the summoning ritual is complete." The ex-summoner council member suggested to his fellow members.

"I can mobilise the army into position and have the Radiant Garden defence system activated to lay suppressive fire upon their vessels." The general advised the members of the council.

"Will it be effective against them? If they can reach our planet within a number of days, surely they will posses powerful shields. Plus, will your men be willing to fight against an enemy with this level of technology?" One of the older members said.

"My men will fight to defend our world, and they will die doing so. As for the shields, it's likely that they will be able to protect their vessels from the majority of our attacks, but at least we can buy time while we summon 'The Holy Guardian'." The general knew that it using this method would cost lives, but if it meant they could destroy them, then it was a price he and his troops would be willing to pay.

"Ansem where is the materia?" The ex-summoner asked out of curiosity.

"My niece has it. Since she is a princess of heart, only she can use it." Majority of the council agreed to his but a few didn't.

"With all due respect Ansem, are you saying our fate rests in the hands of a four year old child?" One of the council members couldn't believe he had to trust a kid to defend their world.

"Yes it's true, since she is the only one who can use it, wouldn't it make sense to give it to her now?" Ansem could sense distrust in the council member's voice.

"...My apologies' my lord." The councillor replied.

"Well then I call this meeting to an end. General mobilise the armies and activate the defence system. As for the rest of you, start the evacuation. Program the shuttles to send them to Traverse Town, and Disney Castle, they will be safe there." Ansem announced. All the council members left except for Ansem's apprentices.

"Now Xehanort?" Even asked with malicious intent.

"No not yet." Xehanort replied with an evil smile on his face.


Meanwhile on the Zodiark, the fleet commander had been issuing orders for bomber strikes encase the people of Radiant Garden refused to surrender the princess. He would have loved to tell the bombers to bomb them anyway, but he didn't want to anger the knight again.

"Those are your orders. Make sure you do them right, destroy all their buildings should they refuse."

"Yes general." The connection between the Zodiark's hanger bay and the bridge was cut off after the general issued the orders.

"Is everything prepared?" The knight was standing with his arms crossed; he was looking at the planet below.

"Yes my lord. Our fleet will descend in 13 hours. I hope they have the young princess ready." The general lied, and the knight knew this. He knew the general was hoping for them to refuse so he could level the entire planet with the Zodiark's main cannon, they had called it the 'Banishing Ray'.

"General." One of the pilots had spoken.

"Yes, what is it?" The general asked, looking at the young pilot.

"We just received this from our fax machine." The pilot was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

This little piece of paper had not only caught the attention of the general, because the knight couldn't help but raise an eyebrow either.

"Could it be a letter offering terms of surrender maybe? Or are they inviting us to a fancy party?" The general said whilst gaping at the piece of paper.

"Has the thought ever crossed your mind that it could be a trap?" The knight was cautious of this letter, he had been through many wars, and in five of these the enemy had used letters filled with explosives, poisonous gas, bees and a giant red dragon.

The general then picked up the letter and examined it carefully.

"Heh, it's a poem. Nothing to worry about my lord." The general was waving it around.

"Be careful." The knight knew this had to be a trap.

"Let's see here..."

Wind, Wind, WIND!!

You blow me from here to a Chocobo's pen

Wind, Wind, WIND!!

SMITE MY ENEMIES WITH A BLACK VEGETABLE
ALL HAIL THE VEGETABLES!!

WIND, WIND, WIND!!

I SUE YOU FOR BEING CALLED WIND!

WIND, WIND, WIND!!

YOU SOUND LIKE A FART GONE WRONG

If you only you were called the 'blowing sound'
Oh yeah and something about Wind.

The end

The general had read the poem out loud for the whole bridge to hear. Everyone had gone silent; they were all still taking in the poems crappy words.

Then after several minutes of silence the most unexpected thing occurred onboard the Zodiark.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" The general had burst into a laughing fit that rang throughout the entire battleship. This earned him many questionable looks from the pilots and the knight himself.

"Oh...Hahahaha...that was so...Hahahaha...funny." The general couldn't contain himself and started falling all over the place, knocking over just about anything that was in the path of the hysterical general.

"I knew it!! Those scum sent another trap in a letter! This time it was laughter!! How dare they resort to using ancient forbidden sorcery, that's our job!!" The knight possessed great tolerance to many things, but laughter wasn't one of them.

"Why must I always get generals who can easily succumb to laughter? Sigh" The knight slumped forward with his arms leaning forward and his head facing down in a comical way.

Ooh, why? Why laughter!? Why must you torment me so!?

Then after an hour of laughter, the general had reached his last breath and gave out an unexpected.

"BLEH!!" The general then collapsed on a desk, his body had undergone the 'ragdoll physics' problem, arms in places they shouldn't be able to bend too, same with the legs. His face still bore the happy smiling face he had when he was laughing.

"Well he was over 45,000 years old and served long enough as fleet general anyway." The knight was glad that the general was dead; the parasite would bother him no more.

Then the knight went over to a communications panel and spoke into it.

"Clean-up crew. Report to the bridge immediately." The knight spoke into the speaker.

Then a minute later the doors burst open to reveal a moogle squad consisting of six moogle's.

They were obviously the clean-up crew.

"Kupo, po?" The moogle replied in its native tongue.

"Feed this body to the ravenous sheep, it's their feeding time and I want good, healthy meat on the table." The knight spoke to the small moogle's that weren't in the least bit afraid of him.

"Kupo! Kupo pop o!" The moogle replied looking rather aggravated.

"I know, you've lost quite a few of your staff to the sheep but we need MEAT!" The knight was now standing over the moogle's, and yet they still weren't afraid of him.

"Kupo. Kupo popo." The moogle's had all left the bridge whilst carrying the general in their small arms with ease.

"How long before we enter the atmosphere someone?" The knight asked hoping someone would know.

"12 hours my lord." One of the pilots reported to the knight.

"Hmm, increase engine output by 25." The knight wanted to get this over with.

If they refuse to hand us the princess of heart, we will show them why the Zodiark is the most feared war vessel in the universe. I will personally fire the 'Banishing Ray' at their castle and unleash the entire payload this vessel has to offer. But if they give us the princess over without a fuss, I suppose destroying a few buildings wouldn't hurt.

The knight began to chuckle evilly to himself, the next few hours would be worth the wait indeed for him and his people. After all, that's what their race specialised at doing, bringing destruction to the weak.


T: There you have it, in the next chapter there might be a bit of fighting. I'll try and make it good.