Hello I am so sorry for all the peeps who wanted to read this that I
haven't updated sooner, I've been really busy, with stuff, but I am so so
so I'm sorry, but here's the chapter! I apologise again.
Deep darkness. By the One-winged Pegasus. It's 2 years after Kingdom hearts is sealed and the heartless have mysteriously re-appeared, and there's trouble brewing in a remote location, the world, Oscosm, not far from the Destiny Islands. What trouble could possibly be arriving soon? Read on to find out.
Disclaimer- All I own is the game, not Kingdom Hearts itself, although I wish I did
Anyway, let's go! I've put some more square characters in this story because I think that there weren't enough in Kingdom Hearts. I mean, square did basically all the work, and mostly Disney characters? Come on!
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Chapter 2- Anger
(3rd person)
In a nearby room, all that could be heard was the slow scratching of a pen on paper, which got steadily faster as the minutes ticked by on an old grandfather clock. Ansem sat at his large, wooden desk, working deep into the night. A dull glow from the fireplace bathed the room as Ansem sat at the desk, scribbling furiously, occasionally pausing to glance out the window, which overlooked a, now hardly visible, high cliff. He only worked at night.
The new letter he was writing, addressed from the king, would inform them they were to travel deep into the Kinthorpe Mountains.
"Ah, they are such fools to believe all this nonsense, nothing can pass through Kingdom Hearts except creatures of darkness," He finished off the letter with the fabled mouse head and sealed it in a small envelope. Ever since the day when he had mysteriously been awakened, he had been instructed to send regular letters to Sora and company, pretending to be the King, sending them off in the wrong direction, so they would never meet up with any help, only hazards.
As he sealed the letter, a jet-black raven swooped in through the open window.
"Ah, Diablos, you have come, what news of Sora?" The raven then voiced a reply. Ansem was quick to translate and soon became angry.
"What is the meaning of this?" He grabbed the raven by its wing, as it was about to fly away, "They have found help?" In his anger, Ansem had leapt up, but he then sunk slowly back into his chintz armchair. "Hmm, well we'll just have to make sure they're not helped out any more."
He then arose, and let go of Diablos. The bird fluttered to his shoulder, gazing beadily at the wooden décor and glass ornaments. Ansem marched swiftly out of the door and into the torch-lit hall, it was a long walk to the room he wanted.
On the way, he passed Maleficent's door; he paused to look inside, through a slit near the top of the door. She was lying, immobile on the wooden table in the centre of the room, watching the wick on the last candle burn out. He laughed to himself, she would soon find out. But not now, she wasn't ready, and he had more important business to attend to. Diablos looked in on his mistress, wishing to be on her shoulder, not Ansem's.
When he reached the cast-iron door that he wanted, Ansem held out an elongated finger and pressed the 3rd nail from the right, which was slightly darker iron than the rest. There were many clicks and whirrs and the door swung silently open.
This room was different to the rest. It was colder for one thing; the iridescent haze given off by the tanks lining the walls gave the room an ethereal feel. The figures slowly floating in the tanks were pale and stared blankly. Their features became disfigured due to the green liquid they were suspended in, so they looked like they were inside a fun-fair mirror. Diablos hid his head behind his wing, wanting to get out of the room. Ansem slowly strode down the room, hands behind his back, occasionally pausing to check the figures in the tanks, until he reached one right at the very end.
"Yes, you'll do," he stood there for a few minutes, debating in his head, whether they were ready. Could they possibly hold off Sora? The person's face was obscured by their long white, lavender streaked hair, but when Ansem released the liquid from the tank, they fell to the floor, dripping with the green fluid. Ansem proceeded this with a swift kick and they sat up, hair plastered to their face, obscuring their vision, but a clear look of contempt on their pale face.
Ansem seemed pleased and went slowly around the room, releasing 4 others to the floor and kicking them in a similar manner until they arose and faced him.
"You have all been saved, when most of your worlds fell into darkness, I bought you here, and kept you here for 2 whole years, now it is time to unleash our wrath on the world." He surveyed them through his orange eyes, looking at each one in turn, some were mages, he could use that to his advantage, mages were greatly feared.
"You," Ansem said, pointing to the mage he released earlier, you will come with me now, "I have work for you," They stood up, with difficulty and went over to Ansem's side. They were a good bit smaller than Ansem, even though there was not that much difference in age.
With a click of his fingers, doors appeared through each of the tanks where each person had been held. "Through there is your room, you will be called if I need you," Ansem spoke loudly and clearly to the others, who looked around nonchalantly. He then turned on his heel and was followed out the room, by the mage and the raven.
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(Riku)
I screamed. Why did they have to catch me now? The pain was excruciating, like a thousand hot needles piercing my skin, I didn't want to lose like this, I wanted to live.
"Will you shut the hell up, I'm trying to think," Came an angry voice, penetrating my dream. I sat up, and looked around, across the campfire, the person who had spoken turned back around again. I began to edge closer to the fire, so I could get warm. It was cold up in these mountains. I rubbed my wrists; they still hurt from my nightmare and warmed myself. I had been having weird dreams lately, usually involving long, black raincoats and multiple keyblades.
"Moody prat," I muttered, looking sourly across at Seifer. He sat there, talking in a low voice to his companion, who had appeared only yesterday, I didn't know their name, but they smiled at me reassuringly, their green eyes twinkling, as if to say 'Don't mind Seifer' and turned back to their conversation.
Ever since I had exited Kingdom Hearts a year-ago, I had been stuck with different companions as I travelled, once I woke up of course, I had been informed by my first companion, a man named Auron, that I had been unconscious for at least 2 weeks. I think there must have been about 7 in total. They usually only stayed for a small part of my journey anyway, then left, so I was mostly alone. My newest companion, Seifer, was the worst of the lot.
He never stopped insulting me, and at every possible opportunity boasted about all the great things he had done, how he was a knight, how he tricked lots of people, how he is so popular and especially how he gave somebody a scar right between the eyes. I was going to point out, that he too, had a scar between his eyes, but he waved a strange looking weapon in my face, it looked like a cross between a sword and a gun, so I kept quiet.
I soon rolled over and went to sleep, tiring of trying to eavesdrop on Seifer's conversation. By morning, the other person was gone and Seifer was also, no-where to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief; picked up the small rucksack I carried, and began the long, arduous trip up the mountainside.
About half-way up, when I had stopped for a breather, I heard the now familiar loud voice approaching, calling out my name, among others,
"Hey! Where are you, little brat??? Gimme back my damn rucksack," He soon found me; my tracks were easy to spot in the snow, which appeared higher up in the mountains.
"Piss off Seifer," I muttered as he drew closer, "It's my rucksack, not yours, and I'm not a brat."
"Yeah, you are, you're 10 years younger than me, so that means you're a worthless little brat." He taunted. I decided not to rise to it, I might end up with a scar myself. "Fine, it's your damn rucksack, but there's my stuff in it, so give it back,"
I sighed and opened the bag, included in it's diminishing contents were indeed Seifer's belongings, but they were useless possessions, such as a handkerchief and an empty water bottle. I bet he's just doing this to irritate me, and it's working.
"Here," I chucked him his possessions,
"Hey! I never said I wanted them back, I just said that you had them," He threw them back at me with such force that I was struggling not to cry out in pain, it was best not to show weakness in front of him.
"But you just said you wanted them back," I said through gritted teeth, he was really starting to piss me off now.
"Oooh look, another chicken wuss! They're getting angry, oh no! What am I going to do?" He added sarcastically, smirking at me.
I ignored his comment, and his further ones and began walking again. He wasn't going to bother me. I heard him laughing as I walked all the way up the mountainside. After a while, when Seifer's laughter had just died out, I came to a small cluster of houses, they were patched up with an assortment of materials and looked severely un-stable. A big banner above the houses read, 'Ortum fastivel', which I deciphered as Autumn Festival. The sign seemed at least 5 years old, and looked like it had been written by a 5 year-old as well. There were a few half-hearted flags lying about, there didn't seem to be many signs of festivity around, so I guessed that they must have never got the time to take the sign down.
I approached the biggest building after looking around, which had a small signpost outside, that read 'Een' I assumed it meant inn and walked inside. I was correct in my assumption. The smoky room was large and full of small wooden tables and chairs, there were a few people sitting around, smoking pipes as a teen served them with drinks in stone mugs.
I sat at a table in the corner and the teen bounced over to where I was sat. They looked at me through emerald green eyes and I recognised them as the person who was talking to Seifer
"Hi, I'm Rikku, pleased to meet'cha. I'll be you're waitress, what do you want to order?"
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(Sora)
The next morning, as I was happily dreaming about Destiny Islands, I was rudely awoken by Donald. It was about another letter that the king had sent. There were new instructions, to go to the Kinthorpe Mountains, which weren't too far away. Apparently, in the centre, there was a way to get to where the King was. But I wasn't too sure.
We had been sent all over this world, looking for the king, each of the places we went to would lead us to nowhere and I was getting tired of it. In the letters, it never mentioned Riku, which puzzled me, surely nothing had happened to him? What if it had? And the king didn't want us to get upset, so he didn't say.
Donald had dragged me out of bed, interrupting my thoughts and waddled off to Goofy's room, leaving me to get ready and be downstairs quickly. Stupid duck, I should have abandoned it when I got the chance. After incessant knocking on my door by Donald, I finally obliged to getting ready and was downstairs by 6am. I was yawning too much to take any details in about what Donald was saying.
I left a note for Cid on the table, saying we'd bee back soon, and would pay him the fee for the rooms and meals then. I then forced myself up from the comfy chair and walked out of the door behind Donald and Goofy, still yawning. This was going to be a long day.
I held Oathkeeper firmly in my right hand as we traipsed across a thin rope bridge, which led to the mountains, for some reason, the heartless had re- appeared and were even more vicious than before, you could never be too careful.
The mountains soon loomed before us, like huge silhouettes against the sky. Donald then took out the map enclosed with the King's letter and began muttering incomprehensibly under his breath and decided on going straight on, through a cave, which would supposedly lead us to the centre. I seriously doubt it though. I don't trust Donald's map skills, seeing as how we had been lost so many times. But I followed them, all the same, into the mouth of the cave.
"Hey Sora, whatcha gonna do when we find the king?" Goofy asked me, both him and Donald turning round and grinning, they were both in high spirits and obviously happy that they were going to find their king.
"Oh, I dunno," I said, looking at my feet, I had only ever seen their King once, through a gap in a door, so I don't know what to think of him. "It's more important you talk to him, he is your king you know,"
"Yeah, well, shucks Sora, you look sad, is anything wrong?" Goofy looked at me.
"No," I said reassuringly, smiling my biggest smile, though I wished I didn't have to answer. Goofy seemed satisfied and turned back around.
The cave was dank and dirty. The walls glistened with either water, or blood, I couldn't tell and the floor was littered with stones, bugs and bones. I looked around, worriedly. Donald was quacking away, telling a joke to Goofy, but I was less than happy, this place creeped me out. It felt like I was being watched from every angle and the shadows leaping around the cave didn't exactly reassure me.
As we moved deeper in, a swarm of heartless appeared, they were tall, thin and they looked a bit like older versions of shadow heartless. I took out my keyblade again, which I had put away earlier and began hitting them with all my might, eventually they fell, after I used Trinity Limit, leaving items behind, which I picked up, gratefully, the battle had left me feeling weak and with no MP.
Donald sat on the floor, with stars rotating around his head, looking sick, I toyed with whether to revive him or not, but before I made up my mind, Goofy had already healed him.
"Thanks Goofy!" Donald shouted cheerfully, making the sound reverberate off the walls.
"Sssh," I said, placing a hand over Donald's beak, "Can you hear something?"
A steady echo of footsteps was drawing closer, I got out my keyblade and prepared for the worst, my grip tightened as the footsteps drew steadily nearer. There was a flash of light and an un-familiar voice cried out,
"ULTIMA!"
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Sorry again about the delay of this chapter.
Please read and review.
T1WP
Deep darkness. By the One-winged Pegasus. It's 2 years after Kingdom hearts is sealed and the heartless have mysteriously re-appeared, and there's trouble brewing in a remote location, the world, Oscosm, not far from the Destiny Islands. What trouble could possibly be arriving soon? Read on to find out.
Disclaimer- All I own is the game, not Kingdom Hearts itself, although I wish I did
Anyway, let's go! I've put some more square characters in this story because I think that there weren't enough in Kingdom Hearts. I mean, square did basically all the work, and mostly Disney characters? Come on!
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Chapter 2- Anger
(3rd person)
In a nearby room, all that could be heard was the slow scratching of a pen on paper, which got steadily faster as the minutes ticked by on an old grandfather clock. Ansem sat at his large, wooden desk, working deep into the night. A dull glow from the fireplace bathed the room as Ansem sat at the desk, scribbling furiously, occasionally pausing to glance out the window, which overlooked a, now hardly visible, high cliff. He only worked at night.
The new letter he was writing, addressed from the king, would inform them they were to travel deep into the Kinthorpe Mountains.
"Ah, they are such fools to believe all this nonsense, nothing can pass through Kingdom Hearts except creatures of darkness," He finished off the letter with the fabled mouse head and sealed it in a small envelope. Ever since the day when he had mysteriously been awakened, he had been instructed to send regular letters to Sora and company, pretending to be the King, sending them off in the wrong direction, so they would never meet up with any help, only hazards.
As he sealed the letter, a jet-black raven swooped in through the open window.
"Ah, Diablos, you have come, what news of Sora?" The raven then voiced a reply. Ansem was quick to translate and soon became angry.
"What is the meaning of this?" He grabbed the raven by its wing, as it was about to fly away, "They have found help?" In his anger, Ansem had leapt up, but he then sunk slowly back into his chintz armchair. "Hmm, well we'll just have to make sure they're not helped out any more."
He then arose, and let go of Diablos. The bird fluttered to his shoulder, gazing beadily at the wooden décor and glass ornaments. Ansem marched swiftly out of the door and into the torch-lit hall, it was a long walk to the room he wanted.
On the way, he passed Maleficent's door; he paused to look inside, through a slit near the top of the door. She was lying, immobile on the wooden table in the centre of the room, watching the wick on the last candle burn out. He laughed to himself, she would soon find out. But not now, she wasn't ready, and he had more important business to attend to. Diablos looked in on his mistress, wishing to be on her shoulder, not Ansem's.
When he reached the cast-iron door that he wanted, Ansem held out an elongated finger and pressed the 3rd nail from the right, which was slightly darker iron than the rest. There were many clicks and whirrs and the door swung silently open.
This room was different to the rest. It was colder for one thing; the iridescent haze given off by the tanks lining the walls gave the room an ethereal feel. The figures slowly floating in the tanks were pale and stared blankly. Their features became disfigured due to the green liquid they were suspended in, so they looked like they were inside a fun-fair mirror. Diablos hid his head behind his wing, wanting to get out of the room. Ansem slowly strode down the room, hands behind his back, occasionally pausing to check the figures in the tanks, until he reached one right at the very end.
"Yes, you'll do," he stood there for a few minutes, debating in his head, whether they were ready. Could they possibly hold off Sora? The person's face was obscured by their long white, lavender streaked hair, but when Ansem released the liquid from the tank, they fell to the floor, dripping with the green fluid. Ansem proceeded this with a swift kick and they sat up, hair plastered to their face, obscuring their vision, but a clear look of contempt on their pale face.
Ansem seemed pleased and went slowly around the room, releasing 4 others to the floor and kicking them in a similar manner until they arose and faced him.
"You have all been saved, when most of your worlds fell into darkness, I bought you here, and kept you here for 2 whole years, now it is time to unleash our wrath on the world." He surveyed them through his orange eyes, looking at each one in turn, some were mages, he could use that to his advantage, mages were greatly feared.
"You," Ansem said, pointing to the mage he released earlier, you will come with me now, "I have work for you," They stood up, with difficulty and went over to Ansem's side. They were a good bit smaller than Ansem, even though there was not that much difference in age.
With a click of his fingers, doors appeared through each of the tanks where each person had been held. "Through there is your room, you will be called if I need you," Ansem spoke loudly and clearly to the others, who looked around nonchalantly. He then turned on his heel and was followed out the room, by the mage and the raven.
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(Riku)
I screamed. Why did they have to catch me now? The pain was excruciating, like a thousand hot needles piercing my skin, I didn't want to lose like this, I wanted to live.
"Will you shut the hell up, I'm trying to think," Came an angry voice, penetrating my dream. I sat up, and looked around, across the campfire, the person who had spoken turned back around again. I began to edge closer to the fire, so I could get warm. It was cold up in these mountains. I rubbed my wrists; they still hurt from my nightmare and warmed myself. I had been having weird dreams lately, usually involving long, black raincoats and multiple keyblades.
"Moody prat," I muttered, looking sourly across at Seifer. He sat there, talking in a low voice to his companion, who had appeared only yesterday, I didn't know their name, but they smiled at me reassuringly, their green eyes twinkling, as if to say 'Don't mind Seifer' and turned back to their conversation.
Ever since I had exited Kingdom Hearts a year-ago, I had been stuck with different companions as I travelled, once I woke up of course, I had been informed by my first companion, a man named Auron, that I had been unconscious for at least 2 weeks. I think there must have been about 7 in total. They usually only stayed for a small part of my journey anyway, then left, so I was mostly alone. My newest companion, Seifer, was the worst of the lot.
He never stopped insulting me, and at every possible opportunity boasted about all the great things he had done, how he was a knight, how he tricked lots of people, how he is so popular and especially how he gave somebody a scar right between the eyes. I was going to point out, that he too, had a scar between his eyes, but he waved a strange looking weapon in my face, it looked like a cross between a sword and a gun, so I kept quiet.
I soon rolled over and went to sleep, tiring of trying to eavesdrop on Seifer's conversation. By morning, the other person was gone and Seifer was also, no-where to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief; picked up the small rucksack I carried, and began the long, arduous trip up the mountainside.
About half-way up, when I had stopped for a breather, I heard the now familiar loud voice approaching, calling out my name, among others,
"Hey! Where are you, little brat??? Gimme back my damn rucksack," He soon found me; my tracks were easy to spot in the snow, which appeared higher up in the mountains.
"Piss off Seifer," I muttered as he drew closer, "It's my rucksack, not yours, and I'm not a brat."
"Yeah, you are, you're 10 years younger than me, so that means you're a worthless little brat." He taunted. I decided not to rise to it, I might end up with a scar myself. "Fine, it's your damn rucksack, but there's my stuff in it, so give it back,"
I sighed and opened the bag, included in it's diminishing contents were indeed Seifer's belongings, but they were useless possessions, such as a handkerchief and an empty water bottle. I bet he's just doing this to irritate me, and it's working.
"Here," I chucked him his possessions,
"Hey! I never said I wanted them back, I just said that you had them," He threw them back at me with such force that I was struggling not to cry out in pain, it was best not to show weakness in front of him.
"But you just said you wanted them back," I said through gritted teeth, he was really starting to piss me off now.
"Oooh look, another chicken wuss! They're getting angry, oh no! What am I going to do?" He added sarcastically, smirking at me.
I ignored his comment, and his further ones and began walking again. He wasn't going to bother me. I heard him laughing as I walked all the way up the mountainside. After a while, when Seifer's laughter had just died out, I came to a small cluster of houses, they were patched up with an assortment of materials and looked severely un-stable. A big banner above the houses read, 'Ortum fastivel', which I deciphered as Autumn Festival. The sign seemed at least 5 years old, and looked like it had been written by a 5 year-old as well. There were a few half-hearted flags lying about, there didn't seem to be many signs of festivity around, so I guessed that they must have never got the time to take the sign down.
I approached the biggest building after looking around, which had a small signpost outside, that read 'Een' I assumed it meant inn and walked inside. I was correct in my assumption. The smoky room was large and full of small wooden tables and chairs, there were a few people sitting around, smoking pipes as a teen served them with drinks in stone mugs.
I sat at a table in the corner and the teen bounced over to where I was sat. They looked at me through emerald green eyes and I recognised them as the person who was talking to Seifer
"Hi, I'm Rikku, pleased to meet'cha. I'll be you're waitress, what do you want to order?"
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(Sora)
The next morning, as I was happily dreaming about Destiny Islands, I was rudely awoken by Donald. It was about another letter that the king had sent. There were new instructions, to go to the Kinthorpe Mountains, which weren't too far away. Apparently, in the centre, there was a way to get to where the King was. But I wasn't too sure.
We had been sent all over this world, looking for the king, each of the places we went to would lead us to nowhere and I was getting tired of it. In the letters, it never mentioned Riku, which puzzled me, surely nothing had happened to him? What if it had? And the king didn't want us to get upset, so he didn't say.
Donald had dragged me out of bed, interrupting my thoughts and waddled off to Goofy's room, leaving me to get ready and be downstairs quickly. Stupid duck, I should have abandoned it when I got the chance. After incessant knocking on my door by Donald, I finally obliged to getting ready and was downstairs by 6am. I was yawning too much to take any details in about what Donald was saying.
I left a note for Cid on the table, saying we'd bee back soon, and would pay him the fee for the rooms and meals then. I then forced myself up from the comfy chair and walked out of the door behind Donald and Goofy, still yawning. This was going to be a long day.
I held Oathkeeper firmly in my right hand as we traipsed across a thin rope bridge, which led to the mountains, for some reason, the heartless had re- appeared and were even more vicious than before, you could never be too careful.
The mountains soon loomed before us, like huge silhouettes against the sky. Donald then took out the map enclosed with the King's letter and began muttering incomprehensibly under his breath and decided on going straight on, through a cave, which would supposedly lead us to the centre. I seriously doubt it though. I don't trust Donald's map skills, seeing as how we had been lost so many times. But I followed them, all the same, into the mouth of the cave.
"Hey Sora, whatcha gonna do when we find the king?" Goofy asked me, both him and Donald turning round and grinning, they were both in high spirits and obviously happy that they were going to find their king.
"Oh, I dunno," I said, looking at my feet, I had only ever seen their King once, through a gap in a door, so I don't know what to think of him. "It's more important you talk to him, he is your king you know,"
"Yeah, well, shucks Sora, you look sad, is anything wrong?" Goofy looked at me.
"No," I said reassuringly, smiling my biggest smile, though I wished I didn't have to answer. Goofy seemed satisfied and turned back around.
The cave was dank and dirty. The walls glistened with either water, or blood, I couldn't tell and the floor was littered with stones, bugs and bones. I looked around, worriedly. Donald was quacking away, telling a joke to Goofy, but I was less than happy, this place creeped me out. It felt like I was being watched from every angle and the shadows leaping around the cave didn't exactly reassure me.
As we moved deeper in, a swarm of heartless appeared, they were tall, thin and they looked a bit like older versions of shadow heartless. I took out my keyblade again, which I had put away earlier and began hitting them with all my might, eventually they fell, after I used Trinity Limit, leaving items behind, which I picked up, gratefully, the battle had left me feeling weak and with no MP.
Donald sat on the floor, with stars rotating around his head, looking sick, I toyed with whether to revive him or not, but before I made up my mind, Goofy had already healed him.
"Thanks Goofy!" Donald shouted cheerfully, making the sound reverberate off the walls.
"Sssh," I said, placing a hand over Donald's beak, "Can you hear something?"
A steady echo of footsteps was drawing closer, I got out my keyblade and prepared for the worst, my grip tightened as the footsteps drew steadily nearer. There was a flash of light and an un-familiar voice cried out,
"ULTIMA!"
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Sorry again about the delay of this chapter.
Please read and review.
T1WP
