Chapter III
Sealing Drummond
"I don't believe that just happened," Bergljot was shaking. The trio had gone into Anselm and Bergljot's house and were drinking some hot tea. "That was really him? If it was, we could have ended this thing a few minutes ago, couldn't we?"
"Not quite. None of us are strong enough to take him on yet. You saw what he did to me and how he ricocheted Thundaga," Doya told her, taking a long drink of tea.
"Speaking of which, I'll teach you another spell. Raise the Keyblade straight up like this, say either 'Heal' or 'This should help' and say the name of the one you want to heal. The spell is called Curaga. Heal Bergljot," Anselm directed the staff at his wife and healed her.
"Wow, I feel better already. Thanks," Bergljot gave her body a quick look over to make sure she was completely healed. "Let me try. This should help, Doya." Sure enough, all of Gwandoya's wounds instantly disappeared.
"Thank you. You know, if Ansem knows where you live, you may want to move to my house," Doya pointed out.
"It wouldn't matter," Anselm shook his head. "He knows we're brothers and he most likely knows that Bergljot and I are married. It doesn't really make a difference where we go. Ansem will find us and if he sneak attacks us, we're all done for."
The three of them sat in silence. Anselm was trying to work out a plan in his mind. Gwandoya was thinking about what would happen to his family if something went wrong. Bergljot…well, she really didn't know what to think. After a long while of sitting and shooting quick glances at each other, Bergljot slammed her hands on the table and stormed out of the house.
"Bergljot? Babe, come back!" Anselm called after her.
"Just let her go," Gwandoya said as he poured himself some more tea.
"What? With the Heartless and Ansem and who knows what else out there? Are you nuts?" Anselm was about to strike his brother.
"She doesn't know what to do or what to make of all of this," Gwandoya said calmly. He shrugged. "She's confused. Just let her go. She'll come back. I guarantee it. If she doesn't, I suggest you get a new wife and we find another person capable of handling the Keyblade."
"There is no one else, Gwandoya. Read my lips: there is no other wielder. She is our only hope and I'm going to find her," Anselm glared at his brother and went after his bride. Gwandoya only watched him and sipped his tea slowly.
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Bergljot walked swiftly through the woods, the Keyblade clutched in her hands. Her eyes moved continuously, keeping a close watch for Heartless and Ansem. She was startled multiple times, but it was always a deer or squirrel. She had long since walked off the path and eventually came to the lake. She climbed onto the same rock where Anselm had proposed to her. The young woman stood on the fateful stone and gazed over the lake. Her eyes were tear-filled and she put a hand in her pocket. Feeling something, she pulled it out. It was the necklace that her mother had been holding when Bergljot had found her charred body. Rage surged through her body and she jammed the Keyblade into a fissure in the boulder. She stood straight and glared at the sunset.
"This is all my fault. If I hadn't married him, they wouldn't be in danger. Ansem wouldn't be after my godchildren. I guess I'll just have to save Ansem some trouble…" Bergljot gazed back at where she knew the house was. "I probably won't be missed for very long anyway…" As she turned to the lake, movement caught her eye. She stiffened, as it seemed customary to do when Heartless were nearby, and gazed around slowly.
"Bergljot! Where are you?" Anselm called. Bergljot could hear him getting closer. The commotion caused the hiding Heartless to become spooked and it leapt out of the woods. The Heartless was about her height, but it had bat-like wings, long red claws and what looked like a pilot's helmet and goggles on its head. It wore boots and a jumpsuit the same color as its skin, too. It saw her and charged at her. Anselm leapt out of the woods at that moment. Bergljot struggled unsuccessfully to get the Keyblade unstuck. Anselm yelled and drew his staff. The Heartless was inches from Bergljot and she was ready to let the Heartless take her when fire rained down on it with Anselm's cry of "FIRE!"
When the Heartless was struck, it didn't disappear right away. Instead, it was propelled forward and didn't dissolve until it hit Bergljot. The force behind it was so strong that she lost her footing and began to fall backwards into the lake. Anselm scrambled onto the boulder and tried to grab her hand, but it was too late. She gazed at her husbands face for the last time and disappeared under the water.
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"So Bergljot, your mom said your birthday is tomorrow."
"Yes, as a matter of fact it is, sir."
"Don't bother with the 'sirs' while you're here. How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate? Just us."
"Okay, I guess. I just wish my mother didn't need to go out of town."
"It's alright. We'll throw our own little celebration."
"Yeah…"
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"Hey. Hey, you with the face. You okay?"
"Wha…?" Bergljot slowly opened her eyes. A muscular young woman was standing over her. "Where am I?"
"You're in my father's garage."
Bergljot gazed around her. The place smelled strongly of gasoline and engine oil. Metal parts and tools were strewn on the floor while even more hung on the walls. She slowly sat up and was sickened to see that an oil stained tarp covered her while she lie on the detached hood of a car. The stranger noticed Bergljot's disgust.
"I know it's no five star hotel, but you were half drowned. This was the only place I could bring you."
"Gee, thanks loads. So, your father runs this…err…charming garage?" Bergljot carefully stood and picked up a pipe that she had just stepped on.
"Yeah. I come out and help him every day. It used to just be after school, but I've started helping every day since I graduated high school."
Bergljot looked at her savior. She had short blonde hair tied back in a small ponytail and her head was covered with a bandana. She was wearing blue overalls with tears in both knees and spots where oil and gas had spilled. She also adorned a white grease-stained halter top and brown army boots that looked as though they had been cleaned in engine oil.
"Hey, I don't even know your name."
"The name's Bergljot," Bergljot said, extending her hand.
"Alpha," she replied, taking her hand and shaking it hard. "Say, you aren't the lead singer of 'Black Phoenix' are you?"
"I was," Bergljot told her, gazing outside and praying that she wouldn't be begged for an autograph.
"That is so COOL! I just saved a superstars life!" Alpha was jumping up and down with joy. "I love your music. Why did you guys stop touring?"
"To be honest, arguments were breaking out among us and it was getting a little old. There's an old saying that I've always followed. If you're going to quit, quit while you're on top, not before and not after."
"Hey, that's pretty good. I'll have to remember that. Did you come up with it yourself?"
"Actually, my father told it to me when I was a little girl. I had been taking guitar lessons for about two months and I didn't even know how to play one song. I begged my parents to let me quit, but they wouldn't let me. My father told me that saying whenever I refused to practice. Then he was killed in a car accident with a drunk driver when I was thirteen."
"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, my mother died just after she gave birth to me. At least you got to know both your parents a little. My dad raised me like a guy, so now he's trying to undo it all so I can find a husband who won't feel inferior to me," Alpha laughed. Bergljot couldn't help but chuckle. They heard a loud bang outside. "Sounds like my father just got here. Daddy, I'm in here!"
"Hey, girl! Did you find any scrap in the lake?" An old man barely more muscular than Alpha walked in and gave his daughter a small pat on the back. He wore a muscle shirt and blue jeans, neither of which was much cleaner than his daughter's clothes.
"Yeah, I left it on your desk."
"Thanks, kiddo. Who's this?" He gazed at Bergljot.
"Dad, This is Bergljot. She was half drowned in the lake, so I pulled her out and brought her here."
"How do you do Bergljot? The name's Ace."
"Hello sir," Bergljot shook his hand. A light bulb clicked on in her mind. "You're Ace? You bought my husband's Gummi Ship almost two decades ago!"
"You mean The Isra? Yeah I got it. You must be Gwandoya's wife," Ace nodded and gave her a look over.
"Actually, I've been married to Anselm about two months now. Oh, shit. He probably thinks I'm dead. With all these problems I wish I were."
"Problems? What kinds of problems?" Alpha asked.
"Never mind. Their not your problems," Bergljot said quickly. "Would it be possible to buy back The Isra?"
"Well, since you seem to be a smart woman and the ship will be going back to the family I got it from, I can sell it to you for 15000 munny. It's the price I paid for it plus the cost of the work I did on it while I had it," Ace told her.
"Let me see the ship first. If it's not in operating condition, I'm not paying."
"Alpha, bring it around."
"Yes sir," Alpha said, rushing out back to retrieve it. Five minutes later, Bergljot was handing over 15000 munny coins to Ace.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me," Bergljot said.
"What are those?" Alpha pointed to the top of the garage. The three of them looked up and saw several Heartless that had some sort of blue, red, and silver armor on.
"Very bad news," Bergljot rushed to get into the Gummi Ship.
"Wait! You were holding this when I found you," Alpha shoved the necklace into Bergljot's hands.
"Thanks, Alpha. Listen, you two have to leave. Those things will kill you if you don't. Trust me. You know the lake? There are two houses near it. Head for those houses. The men there will take you in. I'll try to distract those things," Bergljot instructed quickly. She closed the door and was shocked at how complex the controls were.
"Well, here goes something," Bergljot muttered, grabbing hold of a lever right in front of her. Ace and Alpha were nowhere in sight. Bergljot pulled down on the lever and the ship began trembling. It slowly rose off the ground. The Heartless had begun to leap at the ship. Bergljot was barely a foot off the ground when she grabbed hold of the joystick that (she assumed) controlled the steering. She pulled back on it sharply and was thrown against the seat as the nose turned towards the sky and rose up. She pushed it gently forward after it rose about twenty miles into the air. More of the flying Heartless flew in front of her.
"Lasers, lasers, where are the lasers?" She pushed the small blue button on the top of the joystick and a narrow laser beam shot at the group. Several Heartless dissolved. "Woo-Hoo! YEAH!" She slammed her hand down on a large green button next to the joystick and began shooting forward as small black Gummi Ships, which she assumed carried Heartless, rose and chased after her.
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Gwandoya was going to have one bad-ass headache when he woke up the next morning. Anselm had returned home, tears streaming down his face after he watched his wife perish. He had pulled Keyblade from the stone, but he didn't know what to do with it. Gwandoya had asked him what was wrong and when Anselm explained, Gwandoya had told him that it was probably for the best. Now they had no worries about being able to travel to worlds. Rage surged through Anselm at those words and he punched his brother. He kept pushing and punching him until Gwandoya had a black eye and was about to pass out. Anselm had glared at Gwandoya and told him that if he made any comment about Bergljot like that again, he would kill Gwandoya. After that, Anselm had gone upstairs and lie in bed, holding the picture of him and Bergljot on the first day they slept together. His brother went home. Night had fallen long before, and Anselm cried himself to sleep. He woke up the next morning and upon seeing the picture of her, began crying uncontrollably.
"Why didn't you run? Why did you get the Keyblade stuck?" Anselm sobbed. "Why did you have to die?" He lie there for most of the morning, sobbing and wishing he had gone after her in the first place instead of staying and listening to his brother. As he lie, he heard a banging on the front door. "IT'S OPEN!" he called, his voice cracking. Gwandoya burst into the room thirty seconds later.
"Anselm, come outside. There are a couple of people you should talk to."
"Why? It can't be anything good," Anselm replied, unwillingly climbing out of bed. The two of them went outside where Ace and Alpha were waiting.
"Anselm, how are you? I haven't seen you since you first moved here," Ace patted him on the back.
"Ace?"
"None other. Remember me?" Alpha walked up to him.
"Yeah, I remember you. By the way, we kind of have a situation here. Would it be possible to buy The Isra from you?" Something clicked in Anselm's mind. "Wait a minute, what are you two doing here in the first place?"
"I was looking for scrap in the lake yesterday and I found your wife in it," Alpha said calmly.
"Yeah, what about her?" Anselm said angrily. He could feel tears swelling at the thought of Bergljot and he wasn't about to break down in front of people he barely knew.
"Well, she was half-drowned, so I took her back to the garage. She woke up this morning."
"Yeah sure she did. You weren't anywhere near there when she went under. She would have drowned by the time you found her," Anselm was getting angry.
"She's telling the truth," Ace insisted. "I sold the Gummi Ship to her because she said she was your wife and I remembered you guys. After the sale, some creatures in armor came. Your wife took the ship and told us to come here and you two would help us. I don't know where she went," Ace sighed.
"Soldier Heartless," Gwandoya looked at Anselm. "This is getting serious. Assuming Bergljot is alive, we need to find her to seal the world."
"Heartless? You mean those thing we saw were what chased our oldest ancestor out of Hallow Bastion?" Alpha gaped at them.
"Was your ancestor a Gummi expert like your father?" Anselm asked.
"Supposedly he was," Alpha nodded excitedly.
"Cid, right?"
"Who else?"
"Uh, guys, you might want to cut the genealogy lesson short," Gwandoya said as he and Ace stared at the sky. He pointed to the sun. Shielding their eyes, Anselm and Alpha followed their gazes and were shocked to see a large, green and blue Gummi Ship being chased through the sky by dozens of smaller black ships. The black ships shot lasers at the large one as it dodged and dove.
"Gwandoya, let's go," Anselm drew the staff and climbed to the top of the house. Gwandoya followed suit. Anselm waited for what seemed like hours before a Heartless ship finally came close enough to jump on.
"Ace, Alpha! Get inside! Don't worry, it's protected!" Gwandoya called as he, too, leapt onto a ship. He slammed the shield roughly into an engine. The ship spewed black smoke and sparks and began to fall from the sky. Another ship saw this and flew towards Gwandoya. The ship fired a laser before he could jump away.
"AH!" Gwandoya screamed as the laser sliced his arm. He began to fall, blood pouring from between his fingers where he grasped the wound.
"Heal, Gwandoya! Wind, Gwandoya!" Anselm shot two spells in a row at his brother. His cut vanished and a miniature whirlwind surrounded him, blocking the attacks from harming him. Gwandoya landed on another ship and gazed at his brother. Anselm had a whirlwind, too.
"Thanks, bro. Watch your back!" Gwandoya called. Anselm turned just in time to cast Firaga on a ship that snuck up behind him.
"Thanks!"
Anselm cast Thundaga on the ship he was riding and jumped onto another one as it blew up. Gwandoya busted an engine on the ship and headed for another ship.
"You doing okay baby bro?" Gwandoya called as he and Anselm landed on the same ship a few minutes later.
"Hey, I'm married now. I'm not a baby anymore," he called back. "This one is the last. Bit larger, too. Split it?" Anselm asked. Before his brother could answer, cannons that had been concealed on the back shot at them. While Aeroga prevented damage, the force knocked the siblings to the ground. Anselm renewed both of the whirlwinds as they hurtled towards the earth. They both landed hard. Anselm recovered quickly, but Gwandoya lie motionless, his arm lying at an unpleasant angle underneath him. Anselm stood and took careful aim at the ship. To his horror, the ship was taking care to stay on the far side of The Isra, making it impossible to hit the Heartless ship without hitting his own. Anselm waved at his ship and muttered an apology to it.
"Bergljot, if that's you in there, I'm so sorry for this. STOP!" He screamed. The ship was surrounded by numerals and froze. The Heartless ship flew right past. Anselm took aim. "FORCE!" The ship was pinned to the ground by the orb. Before it could come up again, he called "Thunder!" and the ship exploded in black smoke. Anselm turned to his ship. Stopaga had worn off and the ship was hurtling towards the ground. "BERGLJOT!" Anselm ran as fast as he could. "WIND THE ISRA!" The whirlwind surrounded the ship and it landed without major damage. He approached it slowly.
The door opened and Bergljot stepped out. She was extremely dizzy and injured. Bergljot spotted Anselm a yard away.
"Anselm…" she whispered slowly. She fell from the top of the small steps installed under the door. Anselm caught her and carefully carried her into the house. He went back outside a moment later to bring in his brother.
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"Hey, Bergljot. Wake up!"
Bergljot moans and slowly opens her eyes. She looks into Anselm's face.
"Anselm?"
"Happy fourteenth birthday, Bergljot."
Anselm wraps an arm around her as he lies next to Bergljot in bed.
"Thank you."
"So, you want some breakfast?"
"Sounds great, thanks."
Bergljot sits up. Anselm leaves for a few moments and returns carrying a tray.
"Eggs, sausage and toast with a glass of milk."
"Thanks, I'm starved."
"Well, you didn't eat much dinner last night."
"I wasn't very hungry."
Bergljot quickly chows down on the meal.
"Go get dressed. Decide what you want to do and we'll do it. Today's your day."
"Cool."
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"Bergljot? Bergljot, please wake up. Come on babe, wake up. Please don't be dead," Anselm pleaded. He clutched her hand and gently stroked her face. Alpha stood with her hands folded, gazing upon the two of them and praying that her rescue of Bergljot had not been in vain. Doya and Ace were in the kitchen pouring drinks for the group.
"Anselm?" Alpha whispered. "Is she going to be okay?"
"You know what? I really don't know," Anselm sighed. "She's hurt badly. The crash severely damaged her. Curaga didn't heal her completely. The only thing we can do is wait and try to find the Keyhole ourselves."
"I really hope she's okay," Alpha moaned as she crouched by him. "If I need to, I'll take up the Keyblade."
"No," Anselm shook his head. "You wouldn't be able to handle it. Bergljot is the only one who can wield it other than our son. When and if we have one, that is. If she dies, we'll never have a son and all worlds are doomed. To be honest, I don't think she'll live. Her wounds are too deep. They won't heal," Anselm laid his head on her shoulder as Ace called his daughter into the kitchen.
"You don't believe in faith much, do you?"
Anselm sat up to find Bergljot's eyes half-opened and her mouth curled into a half-smile.
"Bergljot, thank God…" Tears streamed down Anselm's face as he kissed and hugged his wife. They jumped at the sound of glass smashing on the floor.
"Daddy! Gwandoya! Get your asses in here now!" Ace screamed.
"What's wrong?" Ace ran to her and stopped when he saw Bergljot. "Oh…"
"Is it Hear-WOAH!" Gwandoya ran into the living room so fast that he didn't see the spilled liquid on the floor and as a result slipped and fell flat on his face. "I'm okay, if anyone's worried about me! I just fell on my face, that's all!" He called when no one seemed to acknowledge his fall.
"I'm glad your okay. I think it's my fault nobody asked about you."
"Bergljot?" Gwandoya lifted his head to find Bergljot kneeling by him and smiling.
"Duh. You guys didn't honestly think I would just kick the bucket without a fight, did you? There's no way that I'm letting you get all the credit for killing Ansem, either," Bergljot grinned. Gwandoya stood and tried to dry off his shirt. "So, where's this Keyhole?"
"We have to find it. Once we do, get ready. Ansem isn't going to let us seal the world without a fight," Anselm explained. "There will probably be a stronger Heartless there."
"Shall we start searching?"
"First, Anselm should cast Aeroga on all our houses. Then we can begin searching," Doya suggested.
"Fine, Aeroga my house. Aeroga Gwandoya's house. Aeroga Ace's House," Anselm raised his staff.
"Why our house?" Ace asked.
"I don't know about you, pops, but I don't want my heart taken," Alpha told him.
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"Take that!" Bergljot yelled. The group had no sooner taken one step out of the house when they where overtaken by Heartless. It had taken mere minutes to destroy them all.
"You know, I think you're really getting the hang of this," Gwandoya pointed out.
"Thanks," Bergljot smiled at him. Her expression immediately became serious. "I think we should leave. More are coming. I can feel it."
"Ditto," Anselm agreed. "Come on, let's investigate the lake."
The small band walked carefully through the forest. Surprisingly, no Heartless tried to bar their path save one, who immediately began to run in the opposite direction. Anselm managed to cast Firaga before it got to its destination. They were at the lake within an hour.
"Whoa…" Alpha said.
"Holy…" Ace muttered at the same time. The lake was glowing strangely. It was as though someone had turned on a giant color-changing light bulb under the water. First there was a blue fog over it, then green, and then violet on top of that. As the fog kept changing, Bergljot gazed at the lake. A slight glimmer caught her eye. Looking closer, Bergljot could make out the faint outline of a keyhole on a stone across the lake, clouded by the thick fog.
"Hey, guys! I found it!" she called. Her fellow travelers rushed over to her.
"Where?" Anselm asked, gazing around.
"There, in that stone."
"Yep, that's the keyhole," Doya confirmed, squinting to make it out. "Let's go."
"Ace, Alpha, I think you should stay here. This is dangerous," Bergljot requested as she and her guardians prepared to climb into the water.
"No problem there," Alpha muttered. Bergljot nodded and turned to leave for the keyhole.
"I'll go first," she decided and jumped feet first into the lake. She closed her eyes and held her breath, preparing to drop under the water, but the cold and wet did not come. She slowly opened her eyes and was amazed to find that the fog held her up. Bergljot jumped and screamed as she felt something on her shoulder. She was about to whack it with the Keyblade, but it was met by a staff.
"Easy, easy! It's just me. Shit," Anselm wiped his brow. "We're going to have to be more alert than ever. I can't even here my own footsteps."
"Draw your weapons. There's bound to be a Heartless or two around," Gwandoya commanded as he approached them. No sooner were the words out of his mouth when a large shape came out of the cloud.
"What kind is it?" Bergljot asked. The creature was about twice her height, thrice her width, had claws a foot long, three horns on its head, fangs three inches thick and six inches long, glowing eyes that changed color with the fog, and was a deep grey color. A large crossed-out heart, the symbol of the Heartless, was splayed across its back.
"A teivel," Gwandoya whispered. "One of the most dangerous ones."
"GROAH!" the teivel screamed. He got down on all fours, making the ground tremble and the trio fall over. The next thing Bergljot, Anselm, and Gwandoya knew, the monster was running towards them. And it was not going to stop.
"What do we do?" Bergljot yelled as she picked up the Keyblade.
"Try jumping onto its back while we distract it. Wait for it to fall backwards and then climb up," Anselm said. "The horns are highly sensitive and are excellent conductors. Try to hit them as quickly and as hard as you can."
The teivel continued to charge. Anselm and Gwandoya stood their ground as Bergljot tiptoed swiftly behind it.
"NOW! THUNDAGA!" Anselm screamed. Thousands of volts of electricity shot from the sky towards one of the horns. The monster screamed in agony and fell over, but at the same time another scream was faintly heard under it.
"AHHH! Anselm!"
"Bergljot?" Anselm called. The fog was conductive and the heat had carried to his wife. She managed to climb up the monsters back, wincing the whole way.
"Take this!" she cried, running at the horn and slashing at it.
"SKREEE!" The teivel began bucking back and forth, trying to get her off. Bergljot gripped the horns tightly. As she did, Anselm shot a jet of water at it.
"Anselm! Spray the teivel, not me!"
"Man, I can not get a break today! Hey wait… where'd Gwandoya go?" Anselm gazed around nervously. His brother had disappeared.
"Never mind him, we've got to get rid of this thing!" Bergljot called as she took another chunk out of the horn. The blow was so powerful, the horn broke off. "Anselm, go for the other horns!" She called, attempting to keep her balance as she ran to another. Anselm and Bergljot quickly knocked another horn off.
"HARGH!" the teivel cried angrily. Instead of bucking, it decided to scratch at its head and roll over. Bergljot lost her grip and fell with the monster. Anselm tried to catch her, but she was falling too fast and she knocked him over. The monster righted itself before they could get up and held them down with its giant paws. As it lowered its head to bite off theirs, a disc came flying out of nowhere and seemingly rushed past the remaining horn. The monster froze and as Bergljot and Anselm looked, the horn slid off in a perfectly smooth and straight cut. Gwandoya leaped down to help them up and finish the monster, which was now on its back and howling in pain.
"Bergljot, go for it!" he called as his shield flew back to him. Bergljot was already charging the monster. The brothers quickly followed, but she was already on the creature's stomach. The thing thrashed roughly at her, missing her by a few short inches. Bergljot jabbed the Keyblade down as hard as she could and stabbed the beast. With a terrible scream, its body began trembling so hard that Bergljot fell off. As the teivel continued to shake, Bergljot jumped back up and took one last slash at the monster. It fell silent.
"We did it! Now to seal the keyhole," Bergljot turned to her fellows. They were watching the creature. She turned to look, too. "Wow…"
The monster was changing. Instead of being solid, the body looked as though it was made of plasma. The colors grew a little duller. Slowly, the monster dissolved and the particles rose into the air. Among them, a ruby heart rose as well. The objects reached the sky and disappeared. As they did, a small stone dropped from where the heart had vanished. Bergljot picked it up and examined it.
"A summon stone…" Doya whispered. "There are thirteen monsters in all that can help us fight. They were so powerful, Sora trapped them in a set of gems. Only one whose heart is pure may summon their power."
"How do I summon?" Bergljot asked.
"All you do is take the stone when you need it and say the name of the summon. It should be carved on the side. The monster will come and assist you when you need help. You do not need to direct it at all times. The keyhole guardians, like the teivel, will probably have them."
"Guys, can we talk about this later? I really think we should close the keyhole before we have an even worse Heartless to deal with," Anselm pointed at the fading keyhole. "Once the guardian is defeated, we won't have much time before the keyhole disappears. Once it disappears, it will never reappear, and the world will surely fall."
"Right. Let's go," Bergljot rushed over to it.
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Moments later, the group was huddled around the hole, unsure of what to do. Bergljot had put the Keyblade away so she could run easier.
"Well, what now?" she asked, drawing the Keyblade. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the Keyblade began vibrating, almost as if it wanted loose of her grasp. Bergljot tried to drop it, but found that she could not. Anselm and Doya backed away, and as they did, both of Bergljot's hands were gripping the blade and holding it above her head. She quickly brought the Keyblade down in front of the hole and a thin, blue, key-shaped laser shot out of the end and went into the keyhole. The group heard a click and the laser disappeared. The keyhole stopped glowing and became a faint outline on the boulder. As it faded, something gold and white shot out and landed with a clunk at Bergljot's feet.
"Anselm! Doya! Come here, quick!" she cried, looking down at the object.
"My god…" Anselm trailed off. "The King's blade…"
Gwandoya picked up the golden key with the gold chain and white handle and said to Bergljot, "Well, looks like you need to learn to fight with two Keyblades now."
"I didn't know there were two blades," she whispered.
"Humph," Doya smirked. "Guess we should have explained that while Sora wielded the silver blade, King Mickey wielded a gold one. The silver has the power to lock or open a door from the outside, but this one has the power to open or lock a door from the inside. The king used it to seal Kingdom Hearts."
"Oh," Bergljot was still a little confused. Gwandoya turned from her and held the gold blade to his side at shoulder height. It disappeared in a glitter and the next thing she knew, Bergljot was weighted down on both sides by the keys.
"You're stronger than I thought you were," Doya said as he began walking back. "The Heartless will want your heart even more. I will do all I can to protect you. But be prepared. There will come a day you will be on your own. That day is closer than you think. I guarantee it."
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Okay, so how does everyone like it so far? Even though I have received 0 reviews so far, I am updating just in case some people are reading this but are being mean and not sending reviews. Don't feel bad, I don't like to send them either. Anyway, I do want some feedback. If this chapter does not seem as good as the others, it is because I had only really planned out the very beginning (in other words, chapter 1 and the prologue), two or three worlds, two events: one that will take place in the middle of the game and one in the middle of probably the first fourth, and the ending.
Sneak Peek: Gummi Ship adventures, more Heartless, and GUADO! Special guest villain: SEYMOUR-GUADO! For all you Seymour lovers out there! *cough* Soul Vagabond *cough* J