Robyne is the granddaughter of legendary keyblade master Sora. Her life is indifferent, no one notices her, and she wields a wooden keyblade dubbed "spellbound". When Raine, grandson of Riku, sets out to kill her on the assumption her blade is real, Robyne finds herself inches from death. Brought back to health by the one who almost destroyed her Robyne finds her wooden sword is what saved her, as long as it stays wooden Raine will protect her and only use her as a princess of heart. Robyne has no doubts about the falsity of her blade, but what affect will it have on Raine and Robyne's shaky relationship when the blade turns out not so fake?
Disclaimer: umm, nothing but the plot belongs to me, oh and Robyne and Raine (hehehe) Sorry if I messed up a bit on the original plot line, I was half asleep when I watched the cut scenes :S
SpellboundChapter 1: I dubbed it "Spellbound"
The black and red blade fit nicely into the palm of my hand, I swung it around savoring the sound it made as it cut through the air. I lowered it wistfully staring at its glossy surface. Unbenounct to my grandfather I had dubbed the blade "spellbound". I knew if he found out his blue eyes would stop twinkling and although he would act kind, he would patiently explain that my blade was wood and however hard I tried it would not become a keyblade.
My name is Robyne. I have musty Auburn hair and violet eyes; I live with my grandparents, Kairi and former keyblade master Sora.
Living with a legend is anything but easy, if anything it is almost as hard as living as the legend himself. I have heard the tale of my grandfather's legacy many times, like my brothers it is a part of life, and as much as I want to forget it the tale is embedded into my being. Although I am 15 I feel like I have in the past too young. Correction, I feel old, but I am treated like a baby. My four older brothers barely notice me; they are too busy training to be the new keyblade master. My grandfather still believes I'm seven and my grandmother doesn't bother to correct him.
Although our worlds seem far from trouble my grandfather is convinced that someday we will need a new keyblade master, that is why when we were old enough he made us all a wooden blade, in the hopes it would someday turn into the keyblade he once wielded. He wasn't going to make me one, but I looked so forlorn and bored he sympathized and roughly created an outline. Four years have passed since then and my wooden keyblade has undergone serious redesign. I spent all of my waking hours creating equations to make the blade slice through the air, I used a small pocket knife to make the edge razor sharp and I spent hours creating intricate designs on the handle. Just recently I had begged red and black paint from my brothers and painted the blade so majestically it no longer looked wooden. It is my pride and joy.
All my life I have lived not feeling whole, even though he grew to love me my grandfather had desperately wanted a fifth grandson, and I don't think he ever forgave me for the death of my mother and the insanity of my father. My grandmother is, sadly, the closest thing I have to a friend. She is the only person on the destiny islands I can talk too, except for Goofy, but he and Donald spend too much time travelling to visit much. It was my grandmother who showed me the secret cave that holds the door that started grandfather's journey, it was her who taught me how to be a girl and it was her who wiped my tears away. Sometimes I suspect my grandfather would have put me up for adoption if I didn't look so much like my grandmother. I think that's the only thing I like about myself, the Auburn hair and violet eyes, it makes me feel I have a link that keeps me on this island and part of this life.
My four brothers in order of the eldest are Sora, Rowyn, Kaiyle, and Pierce. Pierce is the closest to my age at 17 so it is him who usually sticks up for me. I remember when I was younger, my brother doted on me, they threw me in the air and made me forget the sadness my life had brought. As they were trained I became nothing but a wall shadow, a cute little sister to make the older girls notice them or a toy to show off with. I used to like being shown off, I thought my brothers did it because they were proud of me. Reality struck when I was ten and I set out to play pranks on all the girls that had once cooed and called me "adorable".
"Where's the brat?" Sora asked leaning casually on a palm tree "there's a new girl I want to meet."
"Hey" protested Rowyn "you got to use her last time, it's my turn!"
"No way" snorted Kaiyle "You got that Rikki girl using the brat, it's my turn"
Sora grinned in a way that made Robyne think of a lion.
"Let's see who finds her first " he suggested before sprinting towards the hut
Rowyn and Kaiyle were quick to regain their senses as they chased after him. In a tall palm tree a small violet-eyed figure watched in disbelief. Her eyes filled and tears streaked their way down her face.
"The brat" Rowyn's voice echoed in her head "the brat. THE brat, THE BRAT, THE BRAT"
I lifted the blade again swinging it with a practiced art, I made my way around the clearing in a majestic pattern dance, concentrating so hard I didn't notice the green eyes boring a hole in my skull.
Raine watched the slight figure swinging the sword down below. He snorted in almost amusement. His silvery hair waved in the breeze and distracted him for only a second. When he looked back he felt a flash of hatred towards the girl. The blade she wielded so carelessly was the legendary keyblade that should have been his. He frowned in concentration as he memorized the girl's movements, this would be easy. All he had to do was kill the girl, get the keyblade, take her heart and collect the other princesses of heart. Once that was done Raine would have no trouble regaining the heart his grandfather, Riku, lost to the heartless three months ago.
Sighing in boredom Raine looked and saw his grandfather's so called friend, Sora. He scowled, anger twisting his features. That was the keyblade master that had saved the worlds once before and was supposed to be training a successor. Raine shook his head, A successor? A girl almost a head shorter than him, was supposed to save the worlds? He wouldn't, couldn't believe it. The heartless were strong; the girl's heart would not withstand one attack. He would be back, and when he left the girl's heart would belong to him. Then he'd break it.
There was a "change in wind" the next morning, as grandma Kairi called it. I woke shivery to the sounds of thunder. A drastic change of weather compared to the sunny sky of the day before. I stiffly got out of bed and almost fell the 10 meters that separated the floor from my bed. I waited until the morning fogginess in my brain receded before climbing carefully down the rope ladder to the ground floor. I grabbed spellbound and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. When I got there Grandma Kairi was bustling about, filling the kitchen with wonderful smells. To my surprise Grandpa Sora was there as well, staring gravely at the blade held loosely by my side. I sat quietly and smiled as Grandma filled my plate with heaps of delicious food. Casting a warning glance at my grandfather my grandmother went out the door.
Grandpa didn't waste any time beating around the bush; he got to the point right away,
"That wooden blade you hold" he said seriously "surely that is not the blade I made you?"
"It is!" I replied quickly, explaining the changes I had made.
"Well" my grandfather replied once I had finished "In that case I think you are now too old for such trifles, the blade must be burned"
I gaped at my grandfather, burned? My spellbound? The creation I had spent months on?
"No" I said quickly glancing in fear at my grandfather "you can't do that"
"I
can and I will" he replied harshly, "I have thought, lately of
how tomboyish you have become. I blame myself completely for my poor
attention towards you. To try and make up for my mistakes you will be
sent to Hollow Bastion" He sighed, sorrow filling his eyes
"Robyne, please forgive me" he said "I have been a poor
grandfather" With that he stood and walked slowly out of the
kitchen.
After that all I remember is running. I didn't cry, I was too old for that but I must have run around the island four times. I stopped when I reached the thickest part of the palm grove and sank down to my knees. I held spellbound in my lap, gently stroking its smooth finish. I was so immersed in my own thoughts I didn't see the blade whisking towards me until almost too late. I moved quickly but not quick enough, the blade hit my shoulder, and white-hot pain threatened to take me out. I quickly stood holding spellbound in front of me even as I knew it would not help me now. My attacker had long silvery hair and green-amber eyes that made me shiver. If he was not trying to kill me I might have thought him attractive.
He hit again, his sharp blade chipping spellbound's majestic paint, I blocked frantically, every swing he took at me seemed to be my last. He finally struck a blow to my left leg, I fell, weary from the loss of blood from my shoulder wound. My eyes glazed over as he came towards me blade raised, I held spellbound up in a futile attempt to somehow evade the unevadeable death. All of a sudden the boy stopped. His eyes filled with confusion as he grabbed spellbound from my hand and examined it carefully. Just before I completely blacked out I saw him lift me carefully and take me through some shimmering wall. I'm not entirely sure though, I was quite delirious.
Raine realized his mistake the moment he was about to strike the fatal blow. He had, in some trick of the light seen a chip of paint revealing a wooden surface. He had been filled with confusion, and dread. He snatched the blade from the dying girl's hand and examined it carefully. It was wood.
"shit, shit, shit" Raine swore as he looked in concern towards the almost unconscious girl, this was his fault. He had almost killed her! For a piece of wood! He lifted her up gently and saw her fall into unconsciousness as he took her to his home.
