Alright guys and gals, this is the chapter where my OC is introduced. He might talk weird, say some odd stuff, but that will all be explained in time. Rate and review, give your thoughts on my first story, and notify me if you see any inconsistencies, because this chapter was heavily modified, many times over.
(oc's POV)
You know a day's gonna be good if you wake up to the smell of eggs and bacon being brought to you by a butler, in a comfy bed with just the right amount of covers, with just the slightest bit of sunshine coming through the curtains.
Conversely, you know a day's gonna be bad if you wake up to the smell of a cold, damp stone floor after having been thrown in a prison cell on an island Gods know where, with no sound other than monster grunts and the roar of the sea, and no memory of the events which led to your capture. And right now, from the looks of things, today was going to be a bad day.
Slowly getting up to adjust to my growing migraine-concussion-whatever, I looked out to the corridor which led to my cell, and saw that the bars were built out of wood. I didn't know who those things thought they were, but they had a long way to go to imprison the embodiment of Death itself. I walked to the wooden door, and kicked it. No effect, other than a rapidly swelling big toe. Well shit. I was lost in Bumblefuck, Nowhere, in a prison that could hold Gods, and my Scythe was nowhere to be seen. I turned around and examined my new living quarters for anything of use.
The room was fairly expansive, though maybe that was only the impression given off by the startling lack of furniture. There was basically nothing, save for an empty, half-rotted bookshelf upon which rested a lone pot, a plain table in the middle, and a makeshift bed in the back left, upon which slept a teenage girl clad in a pink vest/miniskirt combo and greatly oversized shoes.
Wait, come again? A teenage girl? A sign of life, and intelligent life no less?
Well, that last part remained to be tested, so I walked over to the bed and, careful not to startle her, gave her shoulder a gentle shake. She woke with a startled gasp, and I found myself admiring the details of her face. She had shoulder-length hair the color of wine, a cute button nose and cerulean eyes which, at the moment, were sparked with fear. She's probably scared for her life, I mused as I narrowly avoided a stinging slap across the face. I decided to put an end to the coming onslaught before she readied another, perhaps more accurate attack.
-Hey, calm down, will you? I'm a prisoner here, like you, I assume.
-Wh-what? Who are you? Where are we?
-My name's Drake, we are in jail, no clue why. What's your name, cellmate?
-Don't say that. I'm Kairi, by the way.
-Nice to meet you. I am going to assume that you tried to break out. What did you do, and did anything seem to work?
-Well, I tried using Fire magic, but it just wouldn't come out, so I tired myself out shaking the bars. They may be made of wood, but they're pretty solid!
-Yeah. Figures they won't lock people up in the least fortified part of a castle either. Nooooo, we get the four foot thick, magic-absorbing stone walls and the oak bars.
-Um, how d'you know it's the stone walls that absorb magic?
-All magic leaves traces. One just needs to know what to look for.
-Alright. Different question. Any idea on how to get out?
-Not the slightest, so we should probably start looking.
-For what?
-A way out. I dunno, anything that looks out of place, different.
As she started looking around the room, I got to work scanning for any weak spots in the magic holding us, keeping us from using our magic, and keeping the cell in one piece. I sat on the table in the middle of the room and noted, with some relief, that my sensory powers were left untouched, if a little dulled. Not only would that make my job a lot easier, it also told me that whatever forces were at work here, were mostly blocking our offensive magic. I extended my perception field to the whole of the room, noticing anything out of place, such as the secret tunnel behind the pot on the bookshelf. I woke from my trance and pointed said pot out to Kairi. She moved it out of the way to reveal a boarded-up tunnel. Whoever did this didn't do a very good job of it, because I tore the boards loose with my bare hands. After some testing out, meddling and general shenanigans, I found that the magic keeping us in, did not prevent access to the tunnel. These creatures could have been the recipients of the Poor Planning Award of the Year. I started crawling my way to freedom, but when I got out, Kairi was still in the cell. I called to her:
-If you don't hurry, we'll just end up in a different cell. So come on!
-R-right!
She started crawling.
*In the meantime, Kairi was stuck in a mental debate with her Nobody, Naminé.*
I'd advise you to be careful, Kairi. This guy just comes out of the blue and frees us in the first five minutes of his imprisonment? Sounds suspicious to me...
In any other circumstance, Naminé, I would agree with you, but right now, he's my best and only chance at finding Sora, so I'm gonna go with him.
Still, watch him closely. He's hiding something, and I will figure out what.
-Kairi!
She blinked, and turned her dazed eyes to me.
-Am I interrupting something here? You can daydream later, but right now, we need to find my Scythe so we can get the f-
I was rather rudely interrupted by a pair of burly, pig-like creatures carrying lanterns and gnarly spears, who grunted and snarled at our being out of the cell. The foremost one threw his lantern at us, and we stepped to the side to avoid it. Considering yanking the thing's spear out of its hand and using it to kill both, I moved to snag it, when I heard a sound, not unlike that of unsheathing a blade, behind me. I turned to see Kairi with an odd weapon in hand, a cross between key and sword, and she pointed it at the creatures blocking our path. With a mighty shout of ''Blizzaga!'' the monsters were frozen in their tracks. I followed suit and, with a well-placed roundhouse kick, shattered the beasts. Miraculously, the spears remained intact, so I yanked one from the ground, where lay the shattered remains of its previous owner. I then looked over to Kairi, who was still clutching her weapon.
-Nice sword. What is it?
-It's a Keyblade. A magic sword that comes from the magic of your heart. This one is called Destiny's Embrace.
-THIS one? You mean there are more?
-Yeah, plenty more, actually.
-And I don't suppose it can actually unlock anything, or you would have been out of that cell in minutes...
-Actually, it can unlock almost any lock, magical and otherwise. But I couldn't summon it for some reason.
Confused, I crossed my arms and frowned. Magic that prevented access to one's heart was rare and ancient indeed. I'd have to remember that.
-Well, you can now. Meantime, we're wasting minutes here, and I need my Scythe!
I ran for the door, Kairi hot on my heels.