Dizzy stood in the middle of a courtyard, the domain of Count Frollo, who she had only spoken to once before. Around her, Frollo's Nun's the Sisters of Silence began to move about. Among them was Frollo . He wore a moss cape, with little yellow crystals hanging from his shirt.
Despite the time that had passed, Dizzy still instantly recognized him.
"Count Frollo?" she said.
"Ah, Dizzy, my dear! It's been ages since I last saw you! I remember when you were only half my height!" Frollo cheerfully replied.
"Yes, it has been some time."
"What brings you back out here, Dizzy?"
"I...we can drop the formalities, for now."
As much as she wanted to talk to Frollo about old times, she was here on business.
"Listen, Frollo, there's something I need you to take a look at."
Dizzy extended her hand, the keyblade appeared in her hand, Frollo's eyes widened. He then turned to his nun's.
"Everyone...if you could allow Dizzy and me some privacy. We have important matters to discuss."
The Sisters of Silence looked at each other, whispered a few words, then all turned and left the courtyard. After they had all left, Frollo turned back to Dizzy.
"Do you even know what that is?" he said.
"Facilier says its called a keyblade."
"Yes, well, Dizzy this is very dangerous."
"What do you mean? What do you know of it?"
"There is much of history that has been lost to time, the Keyblade is one of those things."
"Farther back? How far?"
"Dizzy...you may not be aware of this, but there was once a small landmass near the middle of the Indian Ocean, roughly the size of our own fair Isle. The city of R'yleh."
Frollo twirled his hands a bit, A map appeared as the table top flipped ofer, depicting the Indian Ocean and some surrounding lands.
"If the records I read about this land are correct, it existed from the 15th to the 5th millennium BC. After that, some unknown catastrophe occurred, causing the kingdom to crumble and sink beneath the waves."
Frollo moved his hands about again, showing Dizzy drawings and accounts of R'yleh.
"And after that..."
"...the few survivors from Ilt-n'un managed to head north to what you would call the Mesopotamian region, where they set up a new civilization around the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. That Keyblade is older then Auradon and is a very powerful weapon."
Frollo clasped his palms together, as the table top flipped again. Dizzy Could hardly believe the history lesson she had just received.
"How do you know all this, Frollo?"
"When I was a young man, I used to be an cardinal on France. This allowed me to spend much of my time in the Royal Library, and that information was something I found recorded onto a scroll. Shame the whole thing went up in flames, there were things in there that even I never got around to reading."
"But what did it say about the Keyblade?"
Frollo looked at the gold and silver Ksyblade. He grimaced.
"Says created by the original magic users, it can open anything and lock anything' its claimed to rival the power of the gods."
"And?"
Frollo looked at his feet.
"Frollo?"
"Dizzy, that Keyblade is a very powerful weapon."
"What...should i do Frollo?"
"Protect it."
Dizzy furrowed her brow at the count.
"Protect it?"
"Yes, Dizzy. Im sure you are aware of how dangerous some of this islands inhabitants can be"
Frollo stretched his arms and yawned. But it looked odd, as though he was just faking it.
"I'm sorry Dizzy I'm very old..."
He turned away from Dizzy, beginning to walk off.
"Frollo, wait! I need to know where these keyblades came from! Who built them?"
The count stopped moving, as he looked straight ahead.
"Dizzy, who built them?!"
Without turning to look at her, he answered.
"No human did either, for that matter."
There was a few seconds of silence.
"If I were you, Dizzy, i would protect that Keyblade . For the isle's sake. You don't want those things hanging around this area for too long."
He cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, your Dizzy. If you'll excuse me..."
Dizzy watched Frollo go join his nuns.
Standing at her bedroom window, looking over the ocean, Dizzy could see the sky. It was partly cloudy that night, glimpses of stars peeking through the small gaps in the clouds. Down below, in the main town area, slept the citizens of the isle. It was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and rustling their leaves.
Holding the Keyblade, Dizzy reflected on her meeting with Frollo words ringing in her head. She knew there were things Frollo wasn't telling her, things that made her uncomfortable to even think about.
Dizzy felt frustrated. She was still left without any answers, only more questions.