Turanox flew in the boundaries of worlds in his dragon form as he watched the one he grew up in for nearly thirteen years finally sinking into the darkness. He chuckled darkly before returning to The World That Never Was, for Xemnas wanted him to join him in something since Roxas' arrival. The two had their own agendas, but the Superior of In-Between was a good teacher. Turanox could comprehend the essence of Nothingness. As he decided he would return in leisure, he continued flying, past the Heartless travelling via Gummi Ships as he sensed one heading his way, and it reeked of burning Light. But that was only the tip of it, what he sensed made his lips curl instinctively. "Keyblade…" the dragon hissed as he snarled and slammed his tail against it. He recognized the scent, Roxas' Somebody: Sora.
The Gummi Ship retaliated, firing at him as he did aerial maneuvers, dodging the incoming projectiles as he gathered energy and fired missiles of nothingness, smashing against the shields as he heard the alarms blaring inside the ship as he flew off, hiding in the floating debris as the Gummi Ship began to fire back more aggressively, and with surprisingly more firepower. Turanox mused himself; perhaps he could toy with the boy that spawned Roxas a bit more before returning to his teacher.
You are the ocean's grey waves
Destined to seek, life beyond the shore just out of reach…
Turanox flinched as he felt his very powers fluctuate inside him, causing a great deal of pain in him as he clutched his side, breathing faintly as he shook it off. "What the devil was that song? Why did it cause me such pain?" the dragon pondered, only to break out of his thoughts as the sounds of heavy fire erupted from behind as Turanox roared in pain as he fell out of hiding. Glaring at the Gummi, he charged up and fired a breath of nothingness as it tore apart the engine, causing the dragon to smirk as he descended, falling into another world as blackness took his vision.
"Geez uh, Sora…whatcha' think that was?" Goofy asked as Sora sat back and took a breather. "I don't know, but that wasn't a Heartless that's for sure." He replied as Donald sighed as he surveyed the damage. "It's gonna take a while to fix the engines." Donald spoke up as the trio began the extensive effort into repairing the Gummi Ship's engines.
Turanox shook the snow off his head and roared in pain as he looked at his wing. It was broken, meaning he can't fly for now until he properly healed. Shaking his entire body, rubble fell off him as he spat out blood. The dragon hissing with irritation as the burns on his back from the ship's weapons lingered on his once mighty body. He was going to get that brat one day, and it will be the worst fate than what he initially had in mind for the brat.
Turanox calmed himself, even as a Nobody, the dragon blood in his veins burned with rage. "Are you okay?" called out a young voice. Turanox blinked, and craned his neck over to the child in front of him several yards away. It was a young child, with white hair and red eyes, wearing a concerned expression as a young boy dressed in a butler's outfit ran towards the child. "Master Corrin, please stay away from the beast! He might be very angry right now." The boy called out as Turanox snapped at him. He was no beast! His dragon blood was boiling at such an insult and it demanded the Void of Vengeance to burn the insolent brat. "Jakob, look!" the child, Corrin said pointing to his back and damaged wing. "He's been hurt. We need to help him!" the child told him and had that look that said the child wasn't going to back down. "I…understand; I'll get some medical equipment." He replied as he noticed three more people walking towards them. Two of them were around Jakob and Corrin's age group as another was an older man, the one that was beginning to show signs of age.
"A dragon eh?" the older man grunted out as he inspected Turanox. "Young, healthy and possibly smart if the way he's looking at us is going by." as the two young maids near him cautiously walked up to Corrin. "Felicia, Flora, can you use your staves to heal some of his injuries?" Corrin asked as the two girls looked at each other hesitantly as they pulled out their staffs and slowly began walking towards him. Turanox gave them a warning growl, to let them know if they try something funny, they'll regret it. It made the two stop as Corrin walked ahead of them. "Hey, it's okay, we're trying to help." The child reassured him. Turanox lowered his head towards the child and sniffed. He smelt dragon blood in the young child's veins; pure and strong, yet dormant at the same time. For once, his own dragon blood sang with joy at the sight of fellow kin. The child was royalty as well, which means that their once great race held influence on this world he landed in. Perhaps he'll be lenient with Sora the next time they meet.
He nuzzled the young child who giggled at him as Felicia and Flora began healing all they can as the old soldier inspected his wing. "Hmm, it will take several years for his wing to properly heal. Less if we periodically heal him every now and then." He spoke as Corrin looked at him. "Really Gunter, can't we just heal the wing with the staves?" the child asked innocently as the now named soldier cleared his throat. "My liege, his wing's bone is out of place. If we healed it in haste without properly realigning the bones into proper place, he'll be a cripple for life and won't be able to fly again." the knight explained as Turanox examined his wing and inwardly agreed as he noticed how the bone structure was completely uneven. That meant they have to push it back in place…and a whole lot of pain.
But something else bothered him; his own powers weren't working properly. Ever since he heard that wretched song, his powers were weakened that he couldn't summon any Heartless or Nobodies. He couldn't even call forth a corridor of darkness or revert back to his human form! Turanox must learn where that cursed song came from, silence the singer, and hopefully regain his lost powers. He was at this child's mercy for now, but considered himself lucky that the child was a nice one. He'll stay in his dragon form for now, till he regains some of his natural fighting capabilities.
/Where Nothing Gathers/
Xemnas frowned as his Intel reported what happened to his apprentice. Shot down into an unknown world similar to his birth world by Sora. He sensed that Turanox is still alive, weakened, but alive. For some reason, his apprentice's power has been deliberated. He knew his apprentice well. He would find a way to regain his strength, find the source of the problem, and be on his way; he teleported out of his throne, heading towards Hollow Bastion, intending to test Sora's current abilities by himself. He mused at his apprentice's plight, crippled and stranded on an unknown world in the care of a child. He knew that the boy was secretly prideful, and will be most dangerous when he returns. Perhaps in those worlds, potential apprentice candidates can be recruited to their cause…
Recalling how Turanox ended his own world, he received reports that two children had become Nobodies. Larxene and Marluxia will be busy with these two for a while before sending them to Castle Oblivion. "Come Ixon, Xakuras…" he gestured to the two young Nobodies with their hoods up. "It is time to meet your teachers." He told them as he teleported away with the two apprentices looking at each other. "Hey Forehead, you think we'll be alright here?" one of them asked. "I don't know Pig, but it's better than being left in the darkness to fade away." The other one replied as the two apprentices followed the Superior to meet their new teachers.
/Unknown/
The giant stone face trembled, the glow in its eyes were of anger and surprise. It sensed it, the presence of another dragon that carried the scent of the First Dragons in its veins, living, breathing, real. It wants that dragon, to speak with it, to finally speak to a fellow kin after countless years of loneliness. He will get Garon to find it, so that they can reclaim the lands as they were meant to. The Silent Dragon laughed, madness in its voice as it slumbered again, waiting for a potential vessel to control.
Standing near the shores of a lake, a girl with soft blue hair looked at the water, and slowly, her lips began to move as she began singing.
You are the ocean's grey waves, destined to seek
Life beyond the shore just out of reach
Yet the waters change, flowing like time
The path is yours to climb
A/N: The first arc of this fic will now commence. Fire Emblem Fates and I'm sticking to one route and naturally, Turanox will clash with Sasuke and Hinata (Hyuga) as well when they appear in the other worlds.
