So, sorry, I have had horrible writers block wish me luck as I type the next chapter...

Chapter 25: Flashback 3: Résistance part 1

(modern day)

North of Traverse town, Riku asked Xehanort a question, "What happened during the dark days? I tried to look it up back home but there are no records left."

The old man gripped his cane and gave a sad sigh, "It was cold..."

(Flashback 9 years ago)

A former soldier of Hollow Bastion shivered as he lay in wait. The snow fell on his back, and the backs of his comrades. Lying in wait, on a mountain in the Land of Dragons. Their commander, Master Xehanort had ordered them to wait "For the target" he said, but nobody knew what he meant.

A loud noise sharpened his senses, the congregated soldiers turned and saw, one of their own had sneezed, "Sorry!" he whispered, "Allergies..."

The soldiers turned to see a small cloud of smoke from the pathway. The sound of snow crunching echoed through the mountaintop. Xehanort spoke quietly to the soldiers, surprising them, "Prepare yourselves."

A man on a horse led a caravan, of soldiers both on foot and on horseback, in the middle a caged cart with blankets used to disguise its passengers rolled along gently followed by another similar division of soldiers in the rear.

Xehanort spoke quietly, "Attack."

The soldiers heeded his command and they stood up, and opened fire, the sound of fira rifles filled the area, echoes could be heard in the village below for hours hence. The attack lasted no longer than a minute, by the end, the horses ran off back down to the village afraid of the noise and fire. The loyalists littered the floor except for a couple who had surrendered. The ex-H. B. soldiers charged down the hill and pointed their rifles at the loyalists.

Xehanort walked down the path and pointed his Keyblade at the cart. Like magic the cart's walls fell down, the blankets disappeared in a flash of light, and standing in the middle, a door.

One of the soldiers, asked, "Sir, what is this?"

Xehanort smiled, "Once lost in the sands of time, shrouded in a sea of mystery, this door is a prison. A prison, surrounded by ice and snow. Caged away by an ignorant empire, this door is a key to the future, a key to our rebellion, a key to hope itself. I command you, as your master, door, open yourself!"

The door opened, light filled the area, a low hum gradually filled the ears of the assembled, becoming a high pitch whine. The soldiers gripped their ears, as every sense in their body cried out in protest, a charred smell filled their nose, sudden sensations of hot and cold, a feeling of laying on a bed of thorns, the soldiers and even Xehanort, gasped for air in an invisible ocean of pure agony, then as suddenly as it started, it stopped, the door stood fully open, and shrouded figures walked out.

One of the soldiers looked through the door and saw, vast armies marching across a frozen plain, the first few walked out, took off their hoods, and seemed to be embracing sunshine, one took of his hood, to reveal black colored eyes, a rarity the soldier instantly recognized him to be...

Offering his hand, the lead warrior spoke, "I, Shang Yu, leader of the Huns, offer you my thanks for releasing me from the Door to The Rift."

Xehanort stood taking Shang Yu's hand in a firm handshake, "I Xehanort, true Master of the Keyblade accept your thanks."

The soldier watched in awe, as an army of Huns walked through the door, to freedom. After the Huns emerged, more came through, an army of skeletons, who regained their humanity in the light of day, some had the classic skull and crossbones icon of piracy on their coats, the lead one a man with a feather in his grandiose hat named Barbossa likewise offered his thanks. The door stayed open still as the Huns, the skeletons, and even some monsters emerged, joining the rag tag band of soldiers, and forming a true army loyal to Master Xehanort.

The army mobilized, quickly marching to the town below, the army of the Keyblade, they declared themselves. The town below, was occupied in under an hour, soldiers stood on the perimeter, Huns charged at encampments below, and the civilians were sealed away in the nearby cave, meanwhile Xehanort walked up to the door above, and stepped through to the other side, to The Rift.

(Present)

Riku asked, "What happened then?"

"Then my dear boy, a griffon bit my ankle, and I fled back and the sealed the door, letting it be buried in the snow...

(what really happened 9 years ago)

Xehanort walked for what felt like hours, on the steppe of The outer Rift, searching for something, above a sky not day or night, completely alien to him, green in color and giving him the feeling of being lost and found every second. Each step made him feel like he was being broken up and put back together, utter pain filled him, yet Xehanort knew, he couldn't die in the ultimate prison of The Rift. Hours or years, minutes or decades, time held no meaning in this icy fortress. A while later, Xehanort found his prize, a metal rod, gleaming despite resting in an area of eternal twilight. Xehanort grabbed the rod, and held it up, the simple act of holding it, felt like it was burning his hands, but Xehanort held on tighter with his right hand, and used his left to polish away the ice, revealing the symbol of an X, the symbol of the X-blade. Smiling, Xehanort turned and walked back the way he came, excited beyond belief at obtaining his first piece of the greatest prize in history.

If you are still reading this far, I thank you, if you have ANY ideas of what should happen next, let me know, my writers block is very, very bad...