Eralynn woke in a cold sweat.
She had no idea where she was and she didn't care. For the past two weeks she had been sick and for the past two weeks she was having nightmares. All of them consisted of a crying man and a strange stick.
She finally opened her eyes after two days of sleep. Eralynn found herself in a large bed, in a large red room. She sat up only to be pushed back down.
"You shouldn't be up" a male voice said to her. Eralynn looked around and saw a man with short bright red hair on the side of her bed. He was a thin man with an arrogant smirk on his face.
"W-who are you?" Eralynn called out as she sat up in her bed.
"The name is Axle, A-X-L-E, got it memorized?" he smirked.
"Look I don't know who you are, but you better let me go" Eralynn hissed.
"No one is holding you against your will, and you don't even know where you are" Axle laughed. "I suggest you stay here for the time being".
"Where am I?" Eralynn asked a bit more calm.
"Traverse Town" Axle said and left the room.
"How did I get here?" Eralynn wondered out loud
"Xehanort come here please" Ansem the Wise called to his apprentice.
"Yes, Master Ansem" a young man with gray hair said as he poked his head into his Masters study.
"I would like to show you something" Ansem said and opened a book. Xehanort walked in to the study and looked over his Masters shoulder.
"What is it?" Xehanort asked as he studied a picture of a staff. This was no ordinary staff; it was a deep purple with an open heart on the top of it. Floating in the middle of that heart was a white crystal and it shone with so many bright colors.
"It is the Mages Staff" Ansem said.
"What is it for?" Xehanort asked, for this staff sparked his interest.
"No one knows, but it was supposed to belong to the Magician of Hearts" Ansem said.
"Who?" Xehanort persisted.
"The last Magician has been gone for 10 years now, he is a myth" Ansem said and dismissed Xehanort.
'I want to know more about this Magicain' Xehanort thought and made his way to the library.
Eralynn finally got up the courage to get out of the bed and walk around. She first tried to open the door that lead out into a long hallway. She began to walk down the hall until she saw the way out. She ran for the door until that Axle character materialized in front of the door.
"Now you weren't thinking of leaving were you?" He smirked.
"Let me go!" Eralynn shouted.
"Now I can't do that, you are needed here," Axle said.
"What do you want with me, I have nothing to give you" Eralynn screamed at Axle.
"You do, believe me, you do" Axle laughed and grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go" Eralynn screamed and began to pull and struggle against this strange man. Axle said nothing and began to drag her outside. He then dragged her over to a large black and purple hole in the wall outside. Then she began to scream and fight even harder than before.
"Quit it, I'm not going to harm you" Axle said and took a hold of her other wrist.
"Let me go!" Eralynn screamed once more and then a great amount of light came from her hands. A blinding light covered both Axle and Eralynn. The next thing they both remember was Axle, lying on the ground and Eralynn taking no more chances sprinted to a large pair of wooden doors not too far away.
Xehanort searched the books in the library for anything on the supposed myth of the Magicain of Hearts.
While the story of the heart is still in existence, the Magicain of Hearts will never die.
Xehanort read on with intense interest.
The original Magicain lived 2 centuries ago on Hollow Bastion. His name was AaroCanon and he was killed by and unknown force at the age of 46. Ever since then, the power of the Magicain of Hearts is passed down from one generation of magic to the next.
This was no help to him and his studies; he needed to know how to get to the Magicain.
Ever since Aaro died no one had bothered to find the Magicain since.
Until now, Xehanort pledged to find this Magicain and use his powers. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he caught the title, Powers and Weaknesses.
The Magicain can not control their own powers by themselves; they need help to contain all of it. So every Magicain is born with a life partner, who if is not found by a certain age the Magician may die. Without the power of the Magicain contained, it may cause rips in the doors between worlds.
Doors between worlds? This intrigued Xehanort, he had never thought that one person could hold so much power. How could he get it without his master knowing?