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One Warrior
By: Catty Engles
The basement was cold and muggy. Daisy rubbed her forearms hoping to restore the circulation. Donald glanced sideways at her in the foreboding dark. Goofy groped along the walls and found the breakers. He threw some and florescent lights flared into an artificial brilliance.
Three pairs of eyes were riveted upon the shape that dominated the launch pad. The Gummi Ship wasn't majestic. Though aerodynamic, it ran more along the lines of comical. Its cockpit was crowned by two guns positioned to the front. Short wings extended from the yellow body. The windshield gleamed.
Goofy gasped, Donald smirked, and Daisy simply smiled.
"Look that must be the control tower." She pointed to a tall building situated at the far end of the room.
Goofy and Donald didn't hear her; they were running towards the ship and promptly hopped into the cockpit. The valves gave a synthetic hiss and lights across the dashboard blinked into existence. Donald rubbed his hands together eagerly, staring hungrily at the steering wheel. Goofy gave a whoop and plopped into the leather copilot seat, the embodiment of innocent joy.
Daisy shook her head and muttered something like, "Boys and their toys." She leisurely climbed the stairway that led to the control tower. All sorts of devices winked and pulsed in the small room. Daisy sat down hard. She had no idea how to work any of this stuff. It all was so complicated. If they couldn't get out of the launch pad then they certainly couldn't find Minnie. Before Daisy could figure out what to do she heard voices coming from a sectioned off area of the tower.
"I know someone's in here!" A high voice echoed around the room.
"Dale, would you cut it out, there's no one in here and they wouldn't come out anyway." A second voice answered.
"But Chip, look at the lights!" Oh no, Daisy thought, how was she going to warn Goofy and Donald of the impending danger?
"You practical joker! How did you turn on the lights without me knowing?" The suspicious voice asked.
"But Dale, I didn't!"
"Yeah sure, soon you'll be telling me that there's someone hiding in this v-" Dale didn't finish his sentence because his mouth had dropped wide open. He was staring up at Daisy (Chip and Dale, being only chipmunks, were quite short) who had just stepped out of the shadows. They seem understanding was Daisy's reasoning. Maybe they'll help us if we mention the prince's name.
Dale smirked and bowed deftly kicking Chip's chin back in place as he did. "Hullo m'lady, how can we be of assistance."
Daisy smiled sweetly, "Well, first we'll need your ship." Chip and Dale's mouths dropped in unison.
***
Mickey stared at the sword in his grasp. Keyblade? The sword had surprised him but what nearly floored him were his surroundings. The garden was gone! Mickey gasped as neon lights flashed at him from numerous signs seemingly placed at sporadic intervals around the dull overcast buildings. The contrast gave the square hodgepodge sheen. Mickey rotated slowly on his heel. A huge wooden door towered behind him and the sign hanging above it proclaimed-
"Traverse Town?" Mickey whispered. Am I in another world?
Shoes pounding against the cobbled streets and a muffled shriek resounded through the commons. A young girl clad in a blue fitted tunic and loose gray leggings tumbled down the stairs behind Mickey. He whirled around and started sprinting toward her before even noticing the black shapes hurtling toward the girl from the opposite direction. Mickey didn't hesitate; he felt no, KNEW that these shadows were bad. Mickey rushed past the girl and collided with the shadows before they reached her. Unlike Mickey the shadows didn't hesitate.
Shadows jumped at him from all sides. He flailed at them with the keyblade. Millions of fencing lessons at the castle couldn't have prepared him for the merciless tirade of raking claws that tore at his flesh. Mickey swung again, connecting with the small bodies. They burst into dust. He stopped, paralyzed at what he had done. The young girl shrieked again and Mickey renewed his fight with vigor.
Only about ten small shadows were disintegrated by the keyblade before Mickey was suddenly alone. He had won. The small shapes fled to building's shadows or flattened themselves in the recesses of crates stacked against a far wall.
"Y-you can fight them." Amethyst eyes blinked up at him from the ground. Mickey regarded the girl and then turned his gaze to the keyblade still held firmly in his grasp.
"Yes- yes I can."
***
Minnie was suspended above a dais only a few inches but enough to keep her out of contact with the physical world. Her dress ruffled delicately as a draft rippled through the room. The door was closed softly and footsteps echoed eerily in the dark.
The footsteps stopped by the platform. A hand reached toward the deep blue-violet form hovering above Minnie's chest. A gold flash blazed across his vision and he retreated from the crystalline figure. His eyes narrowed but his lips curled into a thin, cruel smile.
The soft laugh resonated around the empty room.
***
What do ya think of that?! I've just decided that I like being confusing. This "he" is obviously our bad guy but you'll find out more later. If you don't understand anything, anything at all, please write me a little review and I will try my best to clear it up. Please keep reviewing that what makes me keep adding chapters! As you see this chapter was titled One Warrior, the warrior is Mickey. I'm going to slowly start to reveal the meaning of the poem.
One Warrior
By: Catty Engles
The basement was cold and muggy. Daisy rubbed her forearms hoping to restore the circulation. Donald glanced sideways at her in the foreboding dark. Goofy groped along the walls and found the breakers. He threw some and florescent lights flared into an artificial brilliance.
Three pairs of eyes were riveted upon the shape that dominated the launch pad. The Gummi Ship wasn't majestic. Though aerodynamic, it ran more along the lines of comical. Its cockpit was crowned by two guns positioned to the front. Short wings extended from the yellow body. The windshield gleamed.
Goofy gasped, Donald smirked, and Daisy simply smiled.
"Look that must be the control tower." She pointed to a tall building situated at the far end of the room.
Goofy and Donald didn't hear her; they were running towards the ship and promptly hopped into the cockpit. The valves gave a synthetic hiss and lights across the dashboard blinked into existence. Donald rubbed his hands together eagerly, staring hungrily at the steering wheel. Goofy gave a whoop and plopped into the leather copilot seat, the embodiment of innocent joy.
Daisy shook her head and muttered something like, "Boys and their toys." She leisurely climbed the stairway that led to the control tower. All sorts of devices winked and pulsed in the small room. Daisy sat down hard. She had no idea how to work any of this stuff. It all was so complicated. If they couldn't get out of the launch pad then they certainly couldn't find Minnie. Before Daisy could figure out what to do she heard voices coming from a sectioned off area of the tower.
"I know someone's in here!" A high voice echoed around the room.
"Dale, would you cut it out, there's no one in here and they wouldn't come out anyway." A second voice answered.
"But Chip, look at the lights!" Oh no, Daisy thought, how was she going to warn Goofy and Donald of the impending danger?
"You practical joker! How did you turn on the lights without me knowing?" The suspicious voice asked.
"But Dale, I didn't!"
"Yeah sure, soon you'll be telling me that there's someone hiding in this v-" Dale didn't finish his sentence because his mouth had dropped wide open. He was staring up at Daisy (Chip and Dale, being only chipmunks, were quite short) who had just stepped out of the shadows. They seem understanding was Daisy's reasoning. Maybe they'll help us if we mention the prince's name.
Dale smirked and bowed deftly kicking Chip's chin back in place as he did. "Hullo m'lady, how can we be of assistance."
Daisy smiled sweetly, "Well, first we'll need your ship." Chip and Dale's mouths dropped in unison.
***
Mickey stared at the sword in his grasp. Keyblade? The sword had surprised him but what nearly floored him were his surroundings. The garden was gone! Mickey gasped as neon lights flashed at him from numerous signs seemingly placed at sporadic intervals around the dull overcast buildings. The contrast gave the square hodgepodge sheen. Mickey rotated slowly on his heel. A huge wooden door towered behind him and the sign hanging above it proclaimed-
"Traverse Town?" Mickey whispered. Am I in another world?
Shoes pounding against the cobbled streets and a muffled shriek resounded through the commons. A young girl clad in a blue fitted tunic and loose gray leggings tumbled down the stairs behind Mickey. He whirled around and started sprinting toward her before even noticing the black shapes hurtling toward the girl from the opposite direction. Mickey didn't hesitate; he felt no, KNEW that these shadows were bad. Mickey rushed past the girl and collided with the shadows before they reached her. Unlike Mickey the shadows didn't hesitate.
Shadows jumped at him from all sides. He flailed at them with the keyblade. Millions of fencing lessons at the castle couldn't have prepared him for the merciless tirade of raking claws that tore at his flesh. Mickey swung again, connecting with the small bodies. They burst into dust. He stopped, paralyzed at what he had done. The young girl shrieked again and Mickey renewed his fight with vigor.
Only about ten small shadows were disintegrated by the keyblade before Mickey was suddenly alone. He had won. The small shapes fled to building's shadows or flattened themselves in the recesses of crates stacked against a far wall.
"Y-you can fight them." Amethyst eyes blinked up at him from the ground. Mickey regarded the girl and then turned his gaze to the keyblade still held firmly in his grasp.
"Yes- yes I can."
***
Minnie was suspended above a dais only a few inches but enough to keep her out of contact with the physical world. Her dress ruffled delicately as a draft rippled through the room. The door was closed softly and footsteps echoed eerily in the dark.
The footsteps stopped by the platform. A hand reached toward the deep blue-violet form hovering above Minnie's chest. A gold flash blazed across his vision and he retreated from the crystalline figure. His eyes narrowed but his lips curled into a thin, cruel smile.
The soft laugh resonated around the empty room.
***
What do ya think of that?! I've just decided that I like being confusing. This "he" is obviously our bad guy but you'll find out more later. If you don't understand anything, anything at all, please write me a little review and I will try my best to clear it up. Please keep reviewing that what makes me keep adding chapters! As you see this chapter was titled One Warrior, the warrior is Mickey. I'm going to slowly start to reveal the meaning of the poem.