"Ab Origine" and the general, basic concept/story of "Ab Origine" are copyright Orin Drake 2006. Kingdom Hearts, all characters and generally all cool places are copyright Square-Enix and Disney, forever and ever and ever. Or so I'm assuming.
Background: My first tentative steps into... exploration. I've had the fortune of good philosophical conversation regarding the games and ideas/theories/rumors surrounding them (and I can't thank you guys enough for that). Of course, I can't seem to delve into anything that deeply and not emerge with some "interesting ideas", so... I truly hope this eventually manages to reflect the weird crap going on in my head. I guess right now I should stamp this with a great big "AU" warning since... even I'm not sure which direction it's going to take off in.
"The sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only
scars carved into stone
On the face of earth..."
- "One Tree Hill", U2
Ab Origine
Chapter 2
by Orin Drake
He didn't give himself the time to think. To wonder. And certainly not to question. He had too many duties to perform, anyway.
He'd never been given a title, and there were too many irritatingly out of focus names that roamed his head in the silence to be able to pick one for himself. He was merely... "here". To do whatever it was he was ordered to do by the specter... or whatever it might be.
Clean-up, maybe. Not so much defender, since he wasn't really aware of what he was defending. Asking about it would infer that he wanted to know, which he was rather certain he did not. Thinking beyond that point was too much of a danger.
He killed. Not for a "living"--but because that was what he was for. There was no personal gain, no feeling of either triumph nor guilt. He eradicated the dangers across the landscape. That was his purpose. That was what bound his will to his armor.
He only had so much power, despite his incredible will. Most of the time all he could do was lounge around his golden cage... though most of that time was not particularly golden. It was gilded in pretense, false strength crumbling from pain and guilt. To be honest... he felt for the poor boy-turned-incomplete-man. Not that the admission would be accepted in a friendly fashion.
Regardless of knowing better, he spoke inside the youth's mind. I believe you've been pacing the cliffs for quite long enough.
The response was a growl. "I'm not ready to stop."
Clearly. A sigh. But perhaps you could stop to consider the idea that I may require a bit of rest from this incessant hunt for nothing...
"Fuck you." Firmly replied. And he meant it.
Another sigh from the pseudo-demon within. He really had no choice but to embrace patience.
As usual, dreams. Terrible dreams of peace and warmth, a sun-lit beach and bright smiles... and those blue eyes. So close. That touch... that bliss he felt inside...
The sound of the ocean. Waves hitting the shore, the salt air through his lungs. A gull cawing somewhere behind him... calm and warm in the sun, breeze only light enough to be a presence.
That bliss... that peace of mind...
Destroyed. He woke... and he screamed.
She liked to pretend she was just a normal girl, sometimes. Dating and friends and school... so regular. So usual.
She remembered, though. She was the only one. Her boys... her best friends were... forgotten, by the rest. As if they never existed at all. As such, there was no one to talk to. Or, at least, no one outside.
It wasn't lonely, so much. If nothing else, there was always the soothing presence within. Even so... she longed for her two best friends. The two that had made her promise to stay and live and be safe.
When she gazed out her bedroom window to see the stars at night... she wished very much that she'd never made that promise.
So we're... getting a little further along. These will get longer, really. And make more sense. (Actually, I'm just really hoping for that last part.) Characters finally revealed... soon.
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