Chapter 11
Two seagulls were flying over the ocean towards a massive castle, surrounded by houses and windmills. They flew near buildings and dove back near the water again. In the water, there were fish swimming, causing ripples on the surface. The seagulls returned to the sky, soaring around where shimmering gondolas hung. These connected every massive castle in the area.
Meanwhile, inside the massive castle, two boys were playing a game of chess. One had black hair tied into a short, high topknot, with several bangs falling off to the right side of his face. He is dressed in a white and red lined haori that has a hood, along with ( a slightly shorter than normal ) light-colored hakama. The other boy had mildly tanned skin and silver hair hanging down onto his shoulders. He wore a black vest with a high collar, long armbands which cover his forearms, and dark grey pants stuffed into his boots.
The silver-haired boy asked his friend, "Have you heard of the ancient Keyblade War?"
"Huh? Of course I have.", answered the black-haired boy.
"Long ago, Keyblade Wielders waged a war over ownership of light.", the silver-haired boy explained as he knocked out his friend's white pawn.
"Yeah, the Master's favorite story.", said the black-haired boy as he made his move, continuing their game.
"I wonder what they planned on doing with Kingdom Hearts after...making it appear."
"Who knows? I don't get why anyone would initiate a war."
As he was collecting more white pieces, the silver-haired boy asked his friend, "So...you know the 'Lost Masters'?"
"Who?", the black-haired boy curiously asked.
"They're the ones who started the Keyblade War."
"Never heard of 'em. Where'd you hear about that?", the black-haired boy ask as he took the white piece he had and took another black piece.
Still lost in thought, the silver-haired boy missed the question.
"Or... they're the ones for whom the war started.", he said as he took another white piece.
"I'm not following you.", The black-haired boy moved his piece on a square, but the silver-haired boy took that piece yet again.
"You can drop the facade.", he said.
"Facade?"
"'On that land shall darkness prevail and light expire.' A prospective Keyblade Master should know this."
"If you say so."
The silver-haired boy gazed upwards and saw a keyblade hanging on a mural. It had a dark black handle with a raised spiral carved around it. Its pommel and guard resemble black, demonic wings. The base of the blade is an etching of a goat, and the shaft is formed from two black, barbed blades, carved in it was a white icon resembling a bramble of thorns. The teeth are formed in the shape of a demonic wing and set with a blue eye. The Keychain is made of small, grey links, and the token is an entangled, grey talisman with an additional blue eye.
"The Gazing Eye sees the fate of the World. The future-it's already been written.", the silver-haired boy stated, somewhat in awe.
"Really? I'm not so sure about that. Besides, who's to say I can't change it? And maybe light will prevail.", said the black-haired boy with a small hint of courage and hope in his eyes. He grabbed his white piece and took down another black piece.
The silver-haired boy chuckled and said, "Pretty confident. But things aren't in your favor." The silver-haired then moved his black piece and took another white piece.
The black-haired boy pondered his friend's words for a moment, then said, "Perhaps. But unlike darkness, there is more to light than meets the eye."
The black-haired boy took another black piece. He then looked up towards his friend with a new fire beginning in him and said, "You might be surprised."
The silver-haired boy could tell something was brewing, meeting his friend's eyes over the chessboard, he stated: "Oh, I hope so."