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Act 1
Chapter 1-Origins
"That was it?" Lucian snapped at Harva. "You dragged me down here just so I could hear you gloat about a potential?"
Lucian was as impatient and stubborn as he was talented with a blade. At 35, he had fairly long black hair and eyes the color of polished wood. He had a strange sense of judgment when it came to analyzing people and their intents.
Harva, as it was known, was just as stubborn as Lucian. Beneath her calm blue eyes lie a temper and verve for life that was as fiery as her long red hair. She was intelligent, and as a result, was constantly under the impression that she was always right.
"What?!" Harva gasped in disbelief "Are you saying that you don't see something special about this one?" Lucian took a moment to cool down and calmly replied "Well my dear Harva, I can't tell much about a person when they're asleep inside a giant crystal pod. It doesn't matter how fast one finishes the Test. The important thing is to FINISH the test."
"Hmph." Harva grunted as she crossed her arms. "Well, time will prove who is right!"
Lucian paused for a moment before asking another question "Who is the boy's father?" "We don't know." Harva replied "We found him wandering near the temple a few years ago disheveled and dying from thirst. He collapsed in a scout's arms and said only one word, which we assumed was his given name. He's had a rough few years, but things are starting to look up for him now. I've even heard that Donovan has volunteered to pass his keyblade down to him!"
"Donovan?!" Lucian said with a look of surprise on his face. Donovan was one of the most respected and revered keyblade masters, despite the fact that he sometimes used "unorthodox" methods. Many asked to be his pupil, but he refused to teach them all, because he deemed them all "inferior specimens." "What's with the sudden change of heart in old Donny?"
"Who knows. I think he finally wised up and realized that he won't be young forever, so he finally decided to pass his skills along."
Before they realized it, they were walking through the temple's entrance hall. In the middle of the hall were three golden models in glass cases. They each represented different structures. One was a model of the town that was located closest to the light, another resembled the large castle surrounded by nearby gardens, where keyblade masters mainly lived, and the last represented the mansion, including all the intricate details like the many branched out towers of the upper levels, which could be reached from glass doors in the back of the hall and past the courtyard.
"So," Harva continued "who will you choose to be your apprentice?" "Gideon." Lucian replied. "WHAT? WHY?" Harva almost yelled in astonishment. "He's barely made any progress at all!"
A small smile came across Lucian's face as he said in a slightly corrective manner. "Ah ah ah Harva. Lest we forget that when I was his age, I was in the same situation."