Door of twilight
Chapter 22
First sight
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The World of the Fallen was, like it sounds, a huge graveyard. It was here that two of the Chasers, the ones who created the Keyblades, clashed in a battle that would destroy all life on that world. All that was left of the world's inhabitances was the ruins that were once the most powerful city on any world. And even that was fading, after thousand of years of being beaten by the sand that stretched on as far as the eye could see.
The reason that no one had come back after the war was quite simple the world was haunted. Not the type of haunted like a haunted house at a fair, it was really haunted. And when I say haunted I mean that the sprites of the people that died in that battle between the Chasers had come back and taken physical form. However since all living things had been destroyed, the sprites could only use what they could find, and that was mostly sand and rocks.
So all through the desert, beings made of rock and sand, most of which just looked like a big twisted pile of body parts, roamed around, hoping to take revenge on the two warriors that killed them. However since the two Chasers were both sent into the depths of the Dark Realm, the creates of the fallen could never find them. But since they lacked intelligence, they would attack anyone that set foot on their world.
Because of that, no one had set foot on The World of The Fallen in more then two thousand years. That is, until now. For after a bright flash of blue light, a young man steeped onto the dead world. This man was dressed in a fine blue robe, with matching headwear. On his right hand set a tan gauntlet, and on his left was a simple glove. He was Mozenrath, the necromancer and wizard.
Almost as soon as he was out of the portal, the creatures of the fallen were attacking him. One of the creatures, made completely of sand that had fourteen arms, three stomachs, twenty-two heads, and nine legs was the first one that jumped at Mozenrath. Mozenrath wasn't worried at all, for he simply raised his right hand, and a blast of light blue energy shot out of his gauntlet, destroying the monster.
However, the blast seemed to attract other types of monsters to the area. Mozenrath held out his hand, and a wave of energy began to form around his body. It then rose into the air, and before long it had taken the shape of a dragons head. The blue energy dragons head the came crashing down on the area around the young wizard, destroying every sprit monster that go to close.
As Mozenrath made his way to the ruins of the old city, known as the City of the Dammed by most, he seemed to almost know were he was going. However the closer he got to the city, the more sprit monsters attacked him. While none of them could get close enough to touch him, they were beginning to be a pain.
As soon as Mozenrath steeped into an old temple, a large blast of darkness erupted form the core of the temple. While Mozenrath formed a shield of magic energy to protect himself, he was still pushed a crossed the room. Then an oval looking dark portal opened in the room. The person that steeped out was covered in black armor. However his face was unmistakable, with his white hair, dark tan skin, and light green eyes that seemed to have a tint of orange in them. It was Xehanort.
"Well the, I'm guessing that your this Mozenrath that I've heard so much about?" Xehanort said with a slight laugh. He had heard that Mozenrath was young, but he had never expected this. Mozenrath was maybe twenty-three, about five to ten years younger that what Xehanort had expected. As if to show he was the one with the power here, Xehanort held out his hand and called a huge amount of darkness to it. The darkness then started to take shape. There was a flash, and then Xehanort was holding a red handled, black bladed Keyblade, with a small black crown as the Keychain.
There was a bright flash of blue light, causing Xehanort to turn towards it, Keyblade ready. A light blue portal opened up and out steeped…another Mozenrath? "Wrong, I'm not really Mozenrath." The first "Mozenrath" spoke up. Dark energy then covered the first "Mozenrath," and when it died down there was a completely different person standing there.
This person was in a very familiar looking black robe. He also had light blue hair that fell down and covered his right eye. This was Zexion, number six of the Organization, also known as the Cloaked Schemer. Zexion was standing there, arms crossed, looking at Xehanort with a slight smirk on his face.
Xehanort simply laughed when he saw it was Zexion. "I should have guessed that it would be you. You always were copying other people's form and power." Xehanort said, looking at the Nobody. That was true, back during the Organization days, Zexion didn't have a weapon of his own, but he could copy other people's. (Along with their appearance, element, and powers. But they were always weaker then the original.)
"Well Xehanort, your outnumbered. I should warn you that I've grown much stronger ever since Castle Oblivion. Should you still try and destroy use, I won't hold back because we used to be friends." Zexion said to the white haired dark user.
"The two of you? Destroy me? That's the most ridicules thing I've ever heard. I doubt you would even be able to stand against my Nobody, let alone stand against me." Xehanort said, seemingly trying to not laugh at the idea of him losing to Zexion and Mozenrath.
"The last time you underestimated someone, you ended up sealed in the Dark Realm for over two thousand years. I wouldn't be so quick to make the same mistake again." Mozenrath spoke up for the first time. At the same time, a dark purple energy formed around Zexion's hands. The energy the started to take shape. Before long the energy had taken the shape of the Oblivion and Oathkeeper, the two Keyblades that Roxas had used.
Xehanort seemed to take that as the sign to attack, because he did just that. Xehanort jumped at Zexion, dark Keyblade held over his head ready to strike the younger Nobody down. Zexion responded by twisting his body around so that Xehanort's attack missed him. Zexion then brought both Keyblades up, trying to bring them a crossed Xehanort's back.
Xehanort didn't even turn around, he simply brought his Keyblade around and blocked the two blows. Xehanort then used his other hand to blast Zexion with a high-powered dark blast. The blast sent Zexion flying a crossed the room. However before Xehanort could attack again Mozenrath joined the fight.
Holding his right hand out, Mozenrath sent a large blast of blue energy flying at Xehanort. In response, Xehanort held his Keyblade straight at the blast, and leaned into it. Darkness swirled around the tip of the Keyblade, which then spread out and parted the blast of magic, making it so that it spilt and went around the white haired dark user. As soon as Mozenrath's magic blast was no longer attacking Xehanort, the darkness on the tip of his Keyblade shot forwards at the young wizard.
Mozenrath was expecting this, and was ready and waiting for it. When the attack hit him, Mozenrath seemed to dissolve into pure energy. The same type of magical energy the stated to form behind Xehanort, which then took the shape of the young wizard. Mozenrath then brushed off his clothes, "Is that the best you can do?" The wizard asked. It looked like it was going to take Xehanort longer then he thought to finish this fight.
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"What did you say!" Leon yelled at Sora. It would seem that, after Sora waking up, that the news that Cloud was traveling with a female Keyblade master was going over so well with the people that knew him. As Riku noted, it was Aerith and Tifa that seemed most disturbed by the news. "I wonder why the two of them are so upset?" Riku though as he looked over the faces of the people in the room.
"I'm telling you, there was this big painting of Cloud, dressed as a vampire! He still had that huge sword to! He was all fangs, and blood on his hands and-and-I-he-arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sora yelled, seemingly not being able to explain things any farther.
"Not that it isn't fun watching Sora not be able to talk right, but would someone mind telling me who Cloud is?" Riku spoke up after Sora seemed to finish freaking out.
"Cloud is an old friend of ours." Leon said in reply to Riku's question. "We grew up together on Radiant Garden. When the Heartless first attacked, he was separated from the rest of us. He came back a couple times during the last two years, like when the Heartless came back a few months ago. But we haven't seen him since he went off to fight Sephiroth just before Sora went off to fight Xemnas. We had all started to get a little worried."
"I wouldn't worry about Cloud too much, he came really close to kicking my but one more then one occasion. You should see this guy fight Riku it like-" Riku didn't her the rest, because he felt himself drifting into a sort of semi-conations state.
Riku found himself sitting on the ground, close to the Rising Falls of the castle of Radiant Garden. Riku noticed right away that he was shorter then normal. He also noticed that there were people around him. And they looked very filmier to. Upon closer inspection, they were Leon, Aerith, Tifa, Yuffie, all younger looking, as well as two people he didn't know. He also noticed that Leon was scar free.
The first person was about as tell as Riku normally was. He was in a dark blue tank top, and matching paints. He had light green eyes, and jet black hair that was spiked in ways that shouldn't be possible. The second was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, as well as a dark red jacket. He had dark black hair that hung down in his eyes, which were colored a black with a tint of orange.
"Hey Cloud, come over here would you?" Riku heard the younger Tifa yell. But before he could do anything he felt himself fading back to reality.
"-ku, Riku!" Riku snapped back to reality, realizing that Sora was waving a hand in front of his face, and shouting very loud. "You okay man? You kind of just faded out there." Riku nodded his head at the question. "Yeah, well maybe you should get some rest or something."
"Yeah, maybe I should." Riku said as he started to walk out of the room. What was happening to him?
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Xehanort cut through another one of Mozenrath's magical blasts. But before he could counterattack, he was forced to block an attack from Zexion, now armed with Saix's claymore. Xehanort wasted not time tossing Zexion a crossed the room using nothing but raw strength. Xehanort could tell that both of them were starting to wear out, right now it would take a miracle to save them.
The miracle came in the shape of two burning disks crashing into Xehanort's back. Turing around, Xehanort saw a familiar red head steep out of a dark portal. "YOU!" Xehanort screamed at the sight of the red head.
The red head smirked before replying, "The names Axle, got it memorized?"
End chapter
And there you go. It took me a while to get this chapter done because I had a lot of geometry homework. Oh, and I know I told some of you the Axle wouldn't be in the story for a while, but I got started, and it just seemed to fit.
One thing though, dose anyone know what Axle's weapons are called? I can't keep calling them "burning disks" now can I?