The days pasted and nothing changed with the exception of the worlds littering the sky. We began to accept it as normal; of course, it did not stay that way for very long. One day, the three keyblades shook free of their holds and flew up into the sky. We did not know what it was, and everyone ceased to do anything; even the fighters stopped to stare.
"Master, what are they doing?" I asked talking about the keyblades. He observed it and said three words I never thought my master would ever say.
"I don't know."
With that, we watched as they started spinning and spinning. We saw what looked like shooting stars falling from the sky. I later learned that they were not stars, rather people who stained their hands in this war. They were being summoned. Suddenly a cry was heard in the crowd and everyone scattered from the people with keyblades. They were lifted up, engulfed in a fiery blue, and shot towards the sky. Many innocent victims were caught in the blue fire, and were yanked along with the spited ones. I happened to be one of them.
"Yen!" I heard my master call for the last time before the blue fire rushed towards me howling such despair I never wish to hear again. Such agony I felt as I was transported. It was like someone was ripping me apart from the inside, however, as sudden as it started, the pain died down and the howling was instantly gone. I questioned if I even heard it.
Before I knew it, I was laying face down in a desert. Struggling to stand, I was only welcomed with a blast of sand which forced me to crouch down. It subsided slowly and I could make out other figures. They were staring around as blankly as I was.
"Mommy!" A kid cried. I guessed he was sucked in the blue fire without his mother. Many others were looking around for people they knew. They ranged from kids to adults. Then suddenly they started to panic.
Everyone ran around screaming. Kids were trampled and their screams filled the air. It made me frustrated.
"What kind of adults are you?" I asked clenching my fist. They stopped briefly to stare at me before resuming panicking and running around blindly.
"We'll all die!"
"Where are we?"
"My son! Where is my son?" I gave up and ran away from them. They'll die in panic, it was evident. My lost wanderings lead me to a horror scene; a battlefield.
Corpses stretched on before my eyes. Keyblades laid scattered or pinned in the sand. The stench was unbearable had not the wind rushed in and carried it away from me. In the midst of the corpses I saw a figure. Had he killed them all?
I was hesitant to aid him, but slowly I made my way down until he was a few steps from me. Suddenly I stopped, he had a keyblade stained with blood, he was a spited one, he had killed them. I turned to run.
"Stop!" I heard his wheezy cry but I ran faster. "Where am I?" Were the last words I could make out before he was out of sight. I ran further away, afraid that he would catch up. I ran far, far, far away.
There was so much sand. Sand everywhere. I believed this world I had landed on would be covered with sand. Only sand. Many times I stumbled on battlefields, and many times I saw a sole survivor shouting those words as I ran away.
"Where am I?" Surely they must have known. Though my heart ached as I left them alone, I knew I had to help myself first.
There were no water for miles and miles it seemed. It made me delirious, it made me give up hope. It made me weak and tired. Before I knew it, I had tripped and the world turned black.
I woke painfully. Was I alive? I glanced around. I was in a lean to house. I was still hot, still parched, and the taste of sand still lingered in my dry throat. Yes, I was definitely awake. The sun was still in the sky and its rays found the holes in the ceiling of the lean to. I did not know how long I slept, or my savior. I got up and walked outside.
"You awake?" Asked the man I had seen on the first battlefield. I flinched.
"It's alright young'un, I saved you. I don't have much water, but you're welcomed to drink as much as you like. We'll all die here anyways." The thought did not comfort me but I took his canteen and gulped down the refreshing water.
"Why did you kill all those people?" I asked.
"I don't remember."
"How can you not remember killing all of them?" He glanced up at the sky and wiped the sweat beads from his forehead.
"I woke up in the middle of a battlefield." He held up his keyblade and I gulped. "Won't tell you I won't kill you, I'm not sure myself. You can run away now if you want." I shook my head.
"Someone who saved me can't be all bad right?" I smiled and he rubbed his chin.
"Seems like years since I woke up. Did something happen to the Radiant Garden when I was gone?"
"Your world is the Radiant Garden as well?" He nodded.
"This is year of the carnation right?" He asked and I shook my head.
"That was last year. Now it's year of the water lily." He didn't seem surprised.
"I knew I was out for a year or more. Want to fill me in on what has been happening?" I told him everything I knew. Suddenly he snapped.
"There we go! I remember a bit now. I've had an encounter with those spites after I woke up in the battlefield. It came to me with a knight behind it. They said congratulations to me for some reason, said I was the victor of the D section. There were only twenty three more people to kill before Kingdom Hearts was mine or something like that. Then they walked a few steps from me and vanished. I was wandering when I found you. Thought you were dead at first but you muttered something and I instantly took you along with me."
"Did the spite say the name of this place? Since I am an apprentice mage, surely I must know something of this world if I knew the name." He thought on it and I saw lines of concentration cross his face.
"Fen-fen-fen something. What was it now? Ahh, yes, I remember. Fengorafel."
"Fengorafel." I repeated and sat down. "I've never heard of such a world."
