INTERMISSION: For those of you skipping around my story you may have skipped a couple important things. Like the boy writing this diary, hes name is MILITIS which in latin really means soldier, and for the ones who are too dumb to know what LIALIE means, it means born during light. Its hebrew. If your a Final Fantasy fan you would know where the name Shiva and Edge came from, if not well tough luck. Shuyin and Lenne are from Final Fantasy 10-2, check it out later if you have the chance because its too long to explain what its about.
Hey if anyone wants me to add someone from Final Fantasy, or other Disney movie or game, hit me up. (important thats its only in this time era, you know, a 1000 years ago.)
THE KEYBLADE WARS: THE DIARY OF A SOLDIER
Diary Night 11
I seen a flower today on the outskirts of Zanarkand, where things are actually natural, it was blue and it had red thorns on a lime green stem, it was near the briged leading out of Zanarkand. Almost peaceful to a certain point, until one of a nearby fiend attacked me. It was a weird creature with huge horns and a fin on its back, and it was an ugly purple. It roared at me, but I didn't feel fear only what would come nexted in my life, I dont know how to explain it, but its like I was in a trance that I could control. As huge as it was, I think anyone would have been scared, but I wasnt.
It charged toward me, as I ran toward it, I could feel the ground shake. I leaped toward his face and using my light keyblade, I hit him between the eyes, but not even a scratch was left. I jumped on his back, trying to slash at his horns, but nothing I did worked. I got fustrated, and the way it was looking, I didn't stand a chance using my light keyblade, but I kept going and trying all I had to stop it. My skills with the light keyblade were only 1/8 of my true skills with the dark keyblade, I started to doubt the power of light, with good reason. I knew I coul've been stronger with the light if i just believed in myself, but I know that my heart was to blind with the darkness, my heart wasn't growing weak with light, it was growing stronger with the dark abyss. With this in my mind, I knew I was way to deep in darkness, the only thing stopping me from fully being consumed was the light from my sister. The light she gave me wasn't ment to mature within me, it was ment to keep my body protected from the heartless, which I already consider myself to be. My darkness was ment to become the most powerful that anyone has ever known. I know now that since the light is protecting me from being consumed, I can now control the darkness without fear without ever haveing the last of my light consumed.
The beast casted a magic I never seen before, meteors started to strike the ground next to me, I quickly summond my dark keyblade, and as I did I figured something out. When I use to much darkness, my light keyblade automatically goes in my heart to protect it from further harm, allowing me to release my darkness to its full potential. I started to hit the meteors back with ease, right back into the sky. The beast was angered and charged once more, this time its body was surging with electricity, but before he could get any closer I surrounded him in a dome of darkness and fired dark orbs at him with no intention of stopping. I held out my hand to control the speed of fire, even though I couldn't see him because of the dome, I kept firing, I heard roars of the beast, almost like wimpers, but in my mind I wasn't finished with him. I stopped that attack just to start another, I surrounded his body in a thin aura of dakness, and with that I picked up his body and threw him back from which he traveled.
I turned my attention back onto the flower by the briged, then I looked back at the city floating on water. No matter how impresive the technology is, nature will aways be the one thing that stands out from the rest. So is my natural aura dark? Will I be able to wield the light at its full potential?
I stood at the briged that night, and looked up at the stars, a couple faded away before I feel asleep. I also figured something else, that the flower stood for something, it stood for the rarity of beauty, Lialie.