Chapter II
History Lesson 101, Part 1
Bergljot and Anselm stayed at the cabin for a week swimming, fishing, hiking, and doing a few more things too graphic to describe. After they got back from their honeymoon, they were shocked to find that Gwandoya still refused to accept Bergljot as family. Bergljot took a job at the dojo, but she proved to be more of a distraction than help. The only thing the kids could think about was getting her autograph and talking to her after class.
"See? I told you the kids would love you," Anselm pointed out two weeks after Bergljot had begun working. Classes for the day had ended and they were sitting in the office, enjoying the rare quiet.
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't feel like I'm helping much, though. I think I get them too off task," she said.
"Well, just having you around here helps," Anselm reassured her, gently kissing her hand.
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A few weeks after that, Bergljot was sitting at home alone. Anselm had gone out. He left before she awoke, so he wrote a note for her. It said:
Dearest Bergljot:
Good morning. If you are reading this, I have
not returned yet. I can't tell you where I have gone.
Whatever happens, stay at home. I mean it- stay inside the house.
If you have to leave for any reason, call Gwandoya and he will
come to get you. Do not attempt to leave the house unescorted. I will
return as soon as possible. If anything happens to me, I will contact Gwandoya
and he will be there to pick you up. If he shows up and you did not call him,
drop whatever you're doing and go with him immediately.
Strange things have been happening lately.
I have gone to try and figure them out. I hope to be home soon. I love you.
With great love,
Anselm
He had been gone a long time. Bergljot was practicing her guitar when there was a knock on the front door. Before she could even put her guitar down, Gwandoya was rushing into the living room, a scared look on his face.
"Doya? What's going on?" she asked him.
"I just got a call from Anselm. We have to meet him at the dojo. He said it was urgent and it was important that you be there," he said the last part bitterly.
"Alright. Let me put on my boots real quick and we can leave."
"Just grab them and let's go. You can put them on in the car. We don't have any time to waste," he turned on his heel and ran out to his car, Bergljot right behind him. She paused to lock the door. Gwandoya called back to her. "Leave it unlocked. If any one tries to get in, Gilda will hear."
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Gwandoya drove as fast as he could. Bergljot was getting frightened.
"What's going on? Why do we have to get there so quickly?" her voice was trembling.
"You'll find out when we get there," he snapped, his voice angry and frustrated.
"All I did was ask a question. I just want to know what the hell's going on, okay? You don't have to bite my fu-"
"I SAID you'll find out when we get there, now shut up!" he turned to glare at her. She was devastated. Bergljot stared at him. He was stone-faced and obviously angry. Gwandoya had never spoken to her like that. He was always so calm, and now all of a sudden he started to diatribe her every time she turned around. They were silent the rest of the drive.
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Half an hour later, they were walking into the dojo, Anselm nowhere in sight.
"Where is he? They better not have gotten him," Doya and Bergljot took off their shoes and walked onto the mat.
"Who are 'they'? What might have happened?"
"Hush!" he hissed suddenly. No lights were on. The whole studio was dark. It was spooky. The shadows even seemed to be moving. Bergljot walked to the middle of the room.
"What are you doing? Get back here!" Doya whispered.
"Why? Nobody's here. What's there to be afraid of?" she asked, not bothering to keep her voice low. Doya approached her.
"Anselm never told you did he?"
"Told me what? What are you staring at?" she asked. Doya had stiffened and was staring at something behind her. Bergljot looked in the mirror behind Doya and saw a pitch-black creature, three-quarters her height with blazing yellow eyes standing behind her. "Doya? What is that?"
"Get behind me and stay there," he ordered.
"I can't move," she mouthed. Doya rushed by her, and, looking in the mirror, she watched as he hit the creature with a shield that seemed to come from nowhere. It had just appeared in his hands. The creature disappeared in a wisp of black smoke. Bergljot was mesmerized. She turned to Doya.
"What was that thing?"
"I'll explain later," he said. "That shadow I just killed? Guess what? It has friends." He and Bergljot looked around at the shadows popping up from the ground. Doya moved in front of Bergljot, but the shield wasn't going to be much help. "Bergljot, go to the corner behind me and crouch down as low as possible. Make sure your heart is against the wall. Keep it covered," he commanded. She crept to the wall, sat, brought her knees to her chest and crossed her arms on her knees. Doya walked to the middle of the room. He held his shield at his side, muttered, "Come on, power," and held the shield with one hand. He began spinning around on one foot, as if he were a ballerina, the shield hitting and destroying the shadows leaping at him. After a few seconds, he stopped and was crouched low, the shield back at his side. He looked around. The shadows were still too many. Doya backed away to where Bergljot crouched. He crouched in front of her. "Anselm, where the hell are you?"
The shadows began advancing. One of them jumped at the frightened duo. Doya raised his shield in futile defense. A flame hit the shadow's side and made it evaporate in a puff of black smoke. The shadows turned their attention to the new threat.
"Anselm! Help!" Bergljot screamed. Anselm nodded and spun his staff.
"Force!" he yelled. A large black orb formed over the shadows. It grew until its circumference contained all of the shadows. They were flat against the ground when the orb vanished, but they popped right back up. He repeated this process, this time causing all shadows to disappear in black fog.
When the smoke subsided, Bergljot could see Anselm standing there, spinning his staff and catching it under his arm. His clothes were torn on his arms, legs, and torso, and there was a large chunk of his shirt missing over his tattoo. His hair was a mess and almost every part of his body was oozing blood from various cuts.
"Anselm! Thank God, you're alive!" she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her away. "What's wrong?" she was confused.
"Bergljot, we need to discuss something," he said. "Gwandoya and I…"
"…Aren't exactly who you think we are," Gwandoya finished.
"What do you mean?" Bergljot stared at them.
"Sit down," Anselm led Bergljot to the middle of the room while Gwandoya turned on all of the lights. "You remember when you fainted and I promised to tell you why when the time came?" Bergljot nodded. "Well, that time is now."
"You've heard of that video game that was invented way back in 2002, right? You know, Kingdom Hearts?" Gwandoya sat and asked Bergljot.
"Oh, yeah, with the shadows and Disney characters. We learned about that in Technological History class. I've always wanted to play it, but Playstation 2 isn't compatible with our new televisions, and the game hasn't been made into virtual reality," she sounded somewhat disappointed.
"Well, you're going to get your wish. The events in those games were true," Anselm told her.
"You're kidding, right?" Bergljot couldn't believe her ears.
"No, we're not. Ansem was destroyed one thousand years ago. Our ancestors have prevented him from returning. Until now," Gwandoya pounded the ground ferociously. "Why didn't I figure out these dreams sooner?" Bergljot gave him a sideways look. "Oh, my nightmares. I had a dream the night you two became engaged that Ansem had been revived. I didn't figure the dreams out until then, after it was too late."
"You remember the meteor shower we watched the next night?" Anselm reminded his wife. She nodded, too shocked to say anything. "That was a world falling to Ansem. When the Heartless are unleashed into a world, the door to that place's heart is opened. That's how they get onto the world in the first place. This causes the walls around a world to collapse and makes the area accessible to those not from it. It looks like a meteor shower. If Ansem destroyed the world on which he was revived that swiftly, I don't even want to think how far he's gotten since then."
"Shit," Bergljot whispered.
"Exactly."
"So what are the Heartless?" she asked shakily.
"Those shadows that attacked us were Heartless," Gwandoya explained. "They're born from the darkness in hearts and people who have lost their own. There are different types. The ones that we saw were Shadow Heartless."
"I see. Sort of. What does any of this have to do with me? Wait. Scratch that. What does this have to do with you two? Before you answer that, what happened to you, Anselm?" Bergljot was beginning to get her voice back and was unsure which question was more important.
"I was attacked by Heartless on the way here. You have no idea how much trouble I've gotten into. Those things tried to steal my heart. They actually get pretty aggravating after a while."
"You should clean up those wounds before they become infected," Bergljot advised. Anselm didn't acknowledge it, but went on to answer her other questions.
"Gwandoya's ancestor is Goofy the knight…" Anselm began.
"…And Anselm is the descendant of Donald the mage," Gwandoya finished. Bergljot thought for a moment.
"So in other words, you guys are the descendants of a dog and a duck?"
"Don't be stupid," Gwandoya lowered and shook his head in annoyance.
"No. Donald and Goofy were actually humans. The creators of the game knew that the events were true and wanted to make a game of it, but they wanted to make it more appealing to kids," Anselm smiled at the clerical mistake he and Gwandoya had just made.
"And I suppose King Mickey wasn't really a mouse, either?"
"You catch on quick," Gwandoya nodded. "Because of our heritage, we've been sworn to protect the Keyblade wielder on his journey."
"Keyblade?" Bergljot's eyes lit up.
"Yes. It has the power to open or lock any chest, door, or anything else with a lock," Anselm informed her.
"Again, I have to ask. What does this have to do with me?"
"Well, when you fainted, you were looking at a picture of me, my brother, and our Gummi ship, The Isra. We used that ship to move here. It's just like a spaceship, only it takes much less effort to get it off of the ground," Anselm explained as Bergljot stared at him confusedly. "You reacted that way, because something inside you recognized the Gummi ship, my staff, and Doya's shield even if you didn't. It wanted to break out and make itself known. You're heritage was pushing it's way to the surface."
"And what might my heritage be?"
"We think…well, I don't want to get her hopes up," Anselm muttered the last part to Gwandoya so that Bergljot couldn't hear.
"Did you ever see a picture of the Keyblade?" Gwandoya asked in what seemed like a casual tone. At a nod of confirmation from Bergljot, he continued. "Can you picture it clearly?" Another nod.
"Fine, now close your eyes and visualize it. Try to feel it in your hands. Try to see yourself holding it," Anselm instructed her. Minutes passed. Anselm finally sighed. "I guess your not who we thought you were."
"Anselm, wait. Look," Gwandoya said in a hushed voice.
"No…oh…my god…shit…"
"What? What's happening?" Bergljot opened her eyes and looked at her hands. She gasped loudly. Small lights were dancing around her right arm and hand. The next thing she knew, a large silver key with a gold handle and a silver key chain hanging off of it was lying in her hand.
"You know who the hero is, right?" Gwandoya gaped at her.
"Yeah, his name's Sora," she whispered, turning the weapon slowly in her hands. Realization dawned on her. "Wait a minute. You don't mean I'm…"
"Yes, honey," Anselm looked at her with tears in his eyes. "You are the descendant of Sora. You are the Chosen One. You alone hold the power to destroy Ansem and the Heartless."
"No, this must be a mistake. I can't be," she told them.
"But you are. Look, I don't want to put you in danger, but you are the only one. The next person to wield the power after you will be our son. You are our only hope," Anselm whispered laying a hand on her shoulder.
"So why don't we have one? Why does it have to be me?" she demanded.
"Because he would grow up too slowly. By the time we conceived and the baby was born and grown old enough to handle this responsibility, Ansem could have destroyed all the worlds. It may take a few tries to have a son, anyway. We could wind up with only daughters. It has to be you," Anselm laid a hand on her shoulder.
"I have to talk to my mother. Did she know?"
"I don't think so. You wouldn't be so clueless if she did. She would have told you," Gwandoya spoke up.
"Wait a second. If the next wielder will be my son, should I have not received the power?"
"That's what's so strange. Only men should receive the power. Your father had it, too. If he hadn't died so soon, he would have told you. We would be traveling with him and training you," Gwandoya explained. "It may have something to do with the fact that you never had any brothers, so the Keyblade chose the next best thing. That's the only explanation that makes sense. Holy shit," he whispered.
"What?" Bergljot demanded. Anselm bit his lip.
"Your mother. See, Ansem wants nothing more than to kill you and any member of your family. He sees it as revenge on Sora."
"Oh, no, if the Heartless are here…mom…I left her alone. We have to hurry! I lost my father, I don't want to lose her!" she screamed.
"Wait, we need a plan. Do you know how to use that thing?" Anselm asked.
"I'll improvise," she hurried to put her boots on. They ran out to the car and drove to Bergljot's old house as fast as they could go.
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When they arrived at her house, a horrific sight met their eyes.
"No…mom…" Bergljot's eyes filled with tears. She watched helplessly as her house burned to the ground. They had seen Heartless fleeing the scene as they approached, so the house hadn't been burning for long. The flames had already spread to all corners of the house. Anselm drew his staff.
"I'm going to teach you to cast spells. Take the Keyblade like this…" Anselm showed her, adjusting the Keyblade so that it was lying straight out from her. "Aim at the flames, that's right, and say 'deep freeze.'"
"Okay. Deep freeze!" she yelled. "EEEK!" Ice crystals shot out of the end of Keyblade. They zeroed in on the flames and put them out.
"Excellent. That spell is called Blizzaga. I'll teach you more later. Right now we have bigger problems to take care of," Anselm told her. They began to put out enough flames to let Bergljot in to try to save her mother. Doya stood by watching them.
"Why don't you help us?" Bergljot demanded angrily.
"My job is not to learn spells. My job is to shield you from Heartless and destroy them. There is a shield that will let me cast Firaga and Blizzaga, but I need to find it before I can use it," Doya explained.
Bergljot and Anselm extinguished the fire fairly quickly. Bergljot ran inside, looking around frantically for her mom. She found her lying on the floor in her bedroom, burned cat held in her arm and a necklace clutched in the other hand. Bergljot took it. It was a silver chain with a silver crown charm on it. Her mother lay dead, burned not beyond recognition, but beyond help. Bergljot knelt and held her mothers ashy hand. Anselm soon joined her and put an arm around his wife. They carried the charred bodies of Bergljot's mother and cat outside, where Anselm finished burning them. They scattered the ashes to the winds. Bergljot, Anselm and Gwandoya stared out over the hill where the now nonexistent house once stood, Anselm's arm around his wife's shoulders. They stood in silence for a few minutes, each of them saying silent prayers for the recently deceased. One of them spoke up after a while.
"I'll do it."
"What?" Anselm looked at Bergljot.
"I'll do it," she repeated, voice cold and hard, fighting to hold back tears. She looked at her husband. "I'll fight. I want my revenge. Ansem and the Heartless are not going to get away with this. If I don't do something, this could happen to other worlds and other families. If I help those people, maybe it will be like helping her. I don't believe it. I just found out about this, and I failed my first mission."
"I'll be with you every step of the way," Anselm said, laying a hand out, palm down. Bergljot laid her hand on his.
"And you?" she turned to Doya. "You're sworn to help, too, right?" He glanced at her with a look that plainly showed that he wanted to argue, even though she was absolutely correct. Doya laid his hand on hers. He laid his other hand on top of that, Anselm on top of that, and Bergljot laid hers on the very top to complete the pact.
"Let's do this for those who have been destroyed by the corruption of Ansem and the Heartless," she concluded.
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They returned home and explained everything to Gilda, Zita and Omega.
"I'm so sorry about your mother," Gilda said when they had finished. "But you're welcome to use this place as a hideout."
"Thank you, Gilda," Anselm bowed to her.
"How did you get here?" Bergljot asked.
"Excuse me? Don't tell me your twenty four years old and don't know about…you know…" Anselm stared at her.
"Of course I know that. I mean, if worlds are inaccessible to outsiders, how did you get here from Milburga?" Bergljot clarified.
"See, anyone who is a descendant of Sora, Donald, Goofy, Mickey, or Ansem can travel between worlds at will. Provided they have a Gummi ship, of course," Anselm explained.
"Which brings me to my next point. How do we get the Gummi ship? Do you have The Isra hidden somewhere?"
"Actually, our parents sold it just after we moved here," Doya confessed, standing by a window and gazing out at the woods. "We never thought this would actually happen. Our parents sold it to a man named Ace. I suggest sealing this world first, trying to find the ship while we do, and then leave this place to seal the other worlds."
"Should we start now or wait?" Bergljot stood and summoned Keyblade. Zita stared at it and her aunt with an open mouth.
"First I think you should learn to use that thing. Anselm, why don't you teach her? Your staff is closer to the Keyblade than my shield, plus the two of you are married."
"Why do you have such a problem with our marriage? It's been two months. Get over it," Bergljot told him angrily, walking up to him and putting her face inches from his.
"Why? I'll tell you. Gummi ships give off a special kind of radiation. To those who have been born, the radiation has no effect. To the unborn, the radiation can kill. If you got pregnant, we couldn't travel unless you wanted your child killed before it gets a chance at life. If we can't travel, Ansem will get even farther ahead of us. Personally, I think risking the life of one child, who technically isn't alive in the first place I might add, is a minor price compared to the death of an entire world," Doya explained to her.
"I get it now. You care more about destroying Ansem than you do about family," Bergljot said smugly. She never saw the attack coming. Doya grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into a wall, her feet dangling three feet off the ground. She could hardly breathe.
"Now listen to me. Family is the most important thing to me. I would do anything for my wife, children and brother. You weren't around when my parents died. You didn't see me. I was crying for a week. I barely ate or drank. If you think I don't care about family, I will personally take the Keyblade from you, as well as your life," Doya's eyes were wild and his teeth were gritted. Bergljot was on the verge of suffocation.
"Gwandoya, stop!" Gilda screamed, trying to grab his wrist and loosen the grip. He only tightened his grip. Zita shielded her eyes with a pillow and laid a hand over her baby brother's eyes.
"Gwandoya! If she dies, we all die!" Anselm yelled from halfway across the room. Doya froze and lowered his gaze to the floor. "If she dies, all worlds are finished. Ansem will destroy all worlds. She's our only chance to destroy him before he can destroy us."
Doya loosened his grip and lowered Bergljot slowly to the ground. She collapsed in a heap and gasped for breath, her face an unpleasant shade of purple. Anselm knelt by her while Doya sank into a chair and broke down into tears.
"I don't know what happened. The…the voices, they…told me…they told me to attack at that comment and I…said no, but…they took control of me. I'm so sorry."
"I'll help you find out why you hear these voices on two conditions," Bergljot's voice was raspy. "Protect me and fight." Doya managed a nod.
"Alright…okay…I'm not promising to accept you as family…but I'll protect you…and fight…" Doya whispered between sobs. Zita walked up to her father and wrapped her arms around him.
"I don't want any of you to leave. I love you, daddy," she whispered, giving Doya a kiss and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. A fresh wave of tears attacked Doya. He pulled his daughter onto his lap as he sobbed and squeezed her until she felt as though her ribs would break. Anselm and Bergljot went outside to let Doya handle his part of the family alone.
"You okay? I really thought he was going to strangle you," Anselm laid a hand on her cheek.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she shook her head. "Here, let me help you clean your wounds."
"No. I don't care about the injuries. I care about you. Look, I know you're hurting. If you want to talk about what happened earlier or you just want a shoulder to cry on, come to me. I'm going to keep my promise to your mother. I'll be here for you," he hugged his wife.
Bergljot was so touched and so upset about what had happened back at her house, she began crying more than she ever had before.
"Just let it all out. It's okay. Everything will be alright," Anselm whispered soothingly, gently patting her back and slowly swaying her back and forth. By the time she had calmed down, the tattered remains of both the shoulders on Anselm's shirt were soaked through.
"I'm sorry," Bergljot sniffed, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "I just…I loved her so much. I knew she'd die at some point, but I never really thought about what would happen when she did. I don't know what I'm going to do without her."
"I know how you feel. When my parents died while you were still touring, I was really upset. I couldn't do anything. I didn't know what I should do. The feeling will pass. Trust me. It's been five years, and now look at me. I'm happily married and I'm about to start a journey into the unknown," Anselm kissed his wife gently. Doya walked outside the moment after, his face even more tearstained than Bergljot's.
"I'm going to shower and get some sleep. I suggest the two of you get to bed before it gets too late. Anselm, I suggest you start training Bergljot. I want to get started early tomorrow. Don't forget to shield our houses, either," Doya instructed his brother.
"Alright, we will."
"Gilda is waiting inside to help you bandage your wounds," Doya turned to go back inside. "Oh, and Bergljot? Again, I'm sorry," he called back over his shoulder as he disappeared. Anselm and Bergljot followed him inside. Gilda was at the door in a flash.
"Here, Anselm. Let me clean you up. You're probably infected by now," Gilda pulled him into a chair before he could protest. Bergljot sat by him as another question popped into her head.
"Hey, Anselm?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"You remember how you said that when I looked at that picture I fainted because my heritage was pushing its way to the surface?" she asked.
"Yeah? What about it? Ouch!" Gilda had taken a towel that had been dipped in alcohol and began dabbing his wounds.
"Sorry, but this is the best way to clean the cuts and get them to heal without infection. Please continue," Gilda apologized.
"When I studied the game in Technological History, I saw hundreds of screenshots and drawings of the characters. Why didn't they affect me then?" Anselm pondered as Gilda threw his destroyed shirt in the garbage and began bandaging his wounds.
"I'm really not sure," he began slowly. "Maybe because there was no threat at the time, your heritage was remaining dormant. The threat began when Gwandoya's dreams did. He began having the dreams when the scientist stumbled upon the incantation and 'recipe' that revived Ansem. Your heritage must have sensed the threat around the same time and awoken. That's the most logical reason I can come up with."
"Makes sense to me," Bergljot shrugged. "So what did Doya mean when he told you to shield the houses?"
"There's a protective spell called Aeroga. If I cast it on the doors and windows to this house, we can use it as a hideout. I need to redo the same at ours. The spell will keep out Heartless."
"Speaking of which, do you think our house has been attacked yet?"
"I doubt it. You'd be surprised at how well sound travels out here. We would have heard if there had been a break-in. Besides, I put the spell on our house and cabin this morning before I left. I didn't want anything to happen to you while I was gone," Anselm explained, standing as Gilda handed him another shirt. "I think we should get over there just in case. I need to cast the spell again anyway, before it rubs off."
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Anselm was amazed that the house was still standing. Heartless had indeed attacked the house, however Aeroga hadn't worn off, so they hadn't gotten in.
"Okay, Bergljot. Ready for lesson one?" Anselm asked. His wife nodded. "You know how to use a sword? Just do the same thing you would do with a sword. Deep freeze!" He shot ice at a group of Heartless that had snuck up on them.
"Ayah! Hah!" Bergljot yelled as she slashed a Heartless in half. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. "AH!" she screamed shrilly. Anselm shot lightning at the Heartless that had just scratched her.
It was tiring work, but Anselm and Bergljot defeated the Heartless in minutes. Bergljot collapsed into Anselm's arms after her blade had destroyed the last of the Heartless.
"Mwahaha!" A harsh laugh brought the couple out of their daze. "Fools. This world has been connected."
"Anselm! Bergljot! I heard all the noise. What the fu-" he followed Bergljot and Anselm's gazes to the top of the house.
"Tied to the darkness…soon to be completely eclipsed. There is so very much to learn. You understand so little."
"That voice…I know that voice, the bastard…" Bergljot glared at the man standing on top of her house.
"All efforts are meaningless. One who knows nothing can understand nothing…" The figure staring down at them laughed again. He threw his head back, silver hair flowing. He stared back at them with his orange eyes. His pitch-black cloak billowed behind him in the wind. A heart with an 'x' going over it covered the left side of his chest.
"I killed your mother, and I will kill you, too. One of these days, I will destroy you. I guarantee it will be slow and painful," the man looked Bergljot in the eye. Bergljot took the Keyblade in hand and looked back at him.
"You ass-hole! You murdered my mother! This ends now!" Bergljot screamed at him. The man jumped down to them. "Thunder!" Bergljot yelled. She had observed Anselm casting the spell and did just as he had done. Lightning bolts flew at the stranger. The man waved his hand and they bounced back at Bergljot. She collapsed as dozens of volts of electricity coursed through her body. Anselm knelt by her.
"It is futile. As I said before, you understand so little. One who knows nothing can understand nothing. You cannot seal the door to darkness. Your ancestors could not even destroy me. Darkness will conquer all worlds. I guarantee it." The man laughed once again. Gwandoya charged at him with his shield. The intruder reached out his hand again. Blue lights shot out of his fingertips, hitting Doya right in the chest. He flew backwards, hit the ground, flipped backwards a few times, and finally lay motionless on the ground. The man turned to Anselm.
"Do you wish to challenge me? Do I need to prove my power?"
"Get your ass off my property, you son of a bitch. If you leave, I may make your death quick and painless instead of slow and torturing," Anselm glared at the man.
"Very well. Remember, all attempts to stop me are futile. I suggest you quit. Do not deny your fate."
The man grabbed his cloak and in swish of the cloak was gone. Doya had regained consciousness and stared with his brother and sister-in-law at where the man had vanished.
"Was that…him?" Bergljot whispered shakily.
"Yes," Doya muttered. He was almost speechless. Anselm swallowed hard before finishing.
"That was him. The infamous, dangerous, powerful, and intelligent leader and creator of the Heartless. That was Ansem."
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