the keyblade graveyard a vast world full of remnants of a forgotten war. yet this world was full of wonders beyond the rusty powerless keyblades that now pierced its vast planes. a ground holding the story of many lost young souls yet draws many to choose their fates. yet three young souls come slowly walking through the dust in search of something a piece of a story waiting to be told. as they carried on through the dust their forms slowly began to appear. the first was a young woman of 17 years, with a bright demenour. her light shined down just as much as her long fiery hair that flowed gently down her shoulders. she wore brown boots with a heel with knee socks, and a brown waist cut leather jacket over a pure white dress tied off with a brown rope belt.
the young man looked about 19. he had semi-long black hair, black peircing eye, while wearing a pair of black pants, a white t-shirt with a cross down the center, black semi-trench coat style jacket with a collar and a zipped hoodie. under the jacket collar also has a metallic neck gaurd protruding out of it. he also has a dog tag, black glove on his left hand, a gold gauntlet on his right hand which he channels his energy in to throw explosive punches, boots with metallic plates on them tucked into his pants. the way he carried himself and they way he was geared he clearly had experience in battles far beyond his years.
Finally there was the strong barreling man behind them. he wore a black bandanna across his head atop his long messy hair, just by looking at him you could tell he was an easy going over achiever who dreamed big. he wore black combat gloves with combat boots and black pants. an open trench coat with the collars pointed out, and a brown and white v neck shirt.
this odd trio is where our story begins. the red headed girl slowly ran her hands across one of the dead keyblades as she was deep in thought. " lave nows not the time to get sentimental can you tell how close it is from here," the young man yelled as the two walked over to her.

lave starred at him before giving him a big grin, "awe. you getting home sick gale, this is where we first found you afterall". one of her favorite pass timings was to poke at the young man afterall she found him to be a stick in the mud always focused on the mission at hand like some soldier.

the innocent bystander stepped in to break up their bickering as they started to go back and forth. " hey stop the lovers qaurrel already we got heros work to do".

"STAY OUT OF IT SNOW". this was nothing new for snow. lave believes in taking her time finding the fun and beauty in the life around her. Where as gale put up a front of a good soldier putting the mission first. but after the year since snow and lave had found him he had softened quite a bit.

"as heros we have a duty to the world save it for when we get to the inn back at base". snow knew how to get these kids back on track and took full advantage of that skill. which set them right back on track.

as they ventured through the graveyard, searching for their goal heartless began to appear. this was nothing new in the past year gale had come to know this new form of darkness quite well. they were the form of darkness from this side of the sleeping castle. lave and snow had taught him how to face them, however as time went by gale had become weaker and weaker as if his source of magic had begun to fade. he would not dare tell his partners, he just isn't that type of guy. so he just limited using the sword art he had learned back from his home. lave announced they were close and gale felt a wave of relief. he had not had to use his skills this time and felt things were finally going his way for a change... he could not of been more wrong.
as they approached the target site, confusion washed over their faces. the item was no where to be seen. just as they were getting ready to search for it a young man appeared out of the shades. he wore all black white with a helmet on, and weilding what appeared to be a big black and white keyblade with a single eye in its gaurd. WAS THIS WHAT THEY WERE LOOKING FOR? gale wasn't sure, but he knew if they didn't fight they were dead. he watched as gale raised his fist and the mark on his arm began to glow, then at lave draw her golden keyblade in a fencing position. before he could even ready his stance the fight began. he barely managed to dodge as the keyblade swung from behind in some form of quick attack. he drew his blade from his sheath as snow attacked with his shiva bike and lave followed up with a blistering combo to the figure. however, it seemed to do very little to the figure.
his combos were relentless, keeping the three on their toes. gale dreaded it but he had no other option he had to use his soul slaying art. he changed from one form to another his sword becoming new weapons with each emotion he fed to his blade. but even then they were no match, and gale felt himself slipping with every second. in the end he had no choice he used the final form devouring god. his blade and sheath began to glow as energy poured from him into the blade. they shattered in a bath of light pouring over him. he gained two blades at his waist, another horizontal on his back, two large naginatas crossing his back and two serated katanas in hand all emunating violent energy. with it he was able to stand toe to toe with the white figure until lave and snow found an opening to finish him off. they stood in silence as the figure faded away leaving a strange keyblade. it was blood red with an eye in the center however there seemed to be remnants from another blade melded within it. "so we finally found ya" lave smiled brimmed from ear to ear. this keyblade being what they had come to gather.

"this ones not going to win any beauty pangents" snow cracked

"this blade is special its a shadow left from the x-blade disater a few years ago" gale and snow looked confused "nevermind, all you need to know is it's special". that was enough for them they both knew she was a keeper tasked with finding the lost keyblades of fallen wielders. they heard it a million times over and in the past year, gale had managed to help her collect 12 lost blades. however none of them came from such a being.

"I wish you would of found this one before you found me here this was one fight I could do with out." lave was preparing to poke at him, but before she could gales eyes went blank and the form he was in shattered as he fell to the ground. lave and snow were yelling at him to hang in there as his he began to fade to black... as he began to fade his eyes locked on a man in the shadows a scholar type in purple pushing up his glasses with a menacing grin... the last thing he saw before he passed out the last of his worlds magic coming to an end...

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