Chapter 2: Old friend, New Allies
I walked into the kitchen to attempt to scrounge up some grub. I found the pantry just how I found it last night, empty. Same goes for the fridge and the bread box. All the cellar had was some cheap wine. We had drank the good stuff on previous occasions, so our best stuff is owned by everyone else, not just the rich.
Considering that there is no law in this world, I can legally drink. That is one of the upsides of not having anyone else living on your world. I uncorked one of the best bottles we had and walked back up the steps into the kitchen. Xenonart was sitting at the table in the center of the room looking over this old map we had found in the library. The map was very unusual in the fact that it had many worlds that neither of us knew even existed. The worlds were displayed in three different colors. Red indicated that the world had no existing Heartless population. Blue indicated that there was a considerable amount of Heartless, while Black meant that the world had a massive amount of the creatures.
"How do you feel about getting some more allies on our side?" He said suddenly catching me off guard? "Depends, what would they have to offer?" I said pouring us both a glass. "I do not know yet. It was just an idea. If we had allies, we would be able to focus on some other things. Like your sister, for example." I placed the glace in front of him, beside the map. I rubbed my chin. I drank from the bottle and said, "Well, I guess I'd have to meet them first; to determine if they are worthy of joining our ranks." Walking over to the small window that looked out to the garden. 'Where are you?' I thought to myself. Ansem rose, stretched a little then walked over to the armory. He was currently using this room as an office, considering how little of the castle was actually left.
I decided that I needed to get out of the castle, to get some air. Due to Xenonart being one of the few people who can control the Heartless, I didn't have to worry about fighting any. However, me being me, I take Thor everywhere I go. I have fought many battles with this blade and I intend to use it in fights the rest of my life. In the last 10 years, I also found the other house blade, Vinre. It holds power over ice. I tend to dual wield the blades. In addition to that, I have added springs to the majority of my clothes, so I can be ready for combat at all times. I know, paranoid. I just like to be ready is all.
I was walking down the street. It was noon, nothing ever changed though. It always looks the same. I entered the square. I looked around. The area evoked so many memories. I began remembering the past when, what appeared to be Nero was walking past the corner of a building. He stopped, faced me, nodded towards the man hole, and walked on. I watched him levitate down the opening. I looked down and he was gone. I'm going crazy. I've lost it. I was thinking of what I should do. I ended up deciding to climb down the man hole after the ghost. I began to grumble things I didn't even comprehend. Something about how I'm going to follow my imagination rather than my common sense. I'm such an idiot. My logical side began to agree with the grumbling side.
As I reached the bottom, I looked around. Nothing. What a waste of my time. I was about to climb the ladder back up to the surface when I felt something on my shoulder. I looked over to see Nero patting my shoulder, like he always did after I did something smart of awesome. Somewhere deep inside me, I really enjoyed the ghost touching me, felt like someone cared. It felt great.
Nero began to wander down the tunnel with me following in suit. We reached a junction. He took the left path and I followed. After roughly half an hour of walking through the muck and the grim and many turns and twists, we reached a massive steal door. Nero looked to me as if I knew how to open it. I looked back with a skeptical look on my face and shrugged. He appeared to sigh. He then proceeded to lower and shake his head. He moved over to the door and pointed at some moss. It looked like….well…moss. There didn't seem to be anything extraordinary about it. Was it that it was on the steel? That it was growing this deep in the sewers? Or something else? I looked back at him, who then smacked his forehead with his hand, something he always did when he was flustered. It always made me laugh. This time was no exception.
He pointed at my hand then at the moss. Was I supposed to touch it? I reached up with my left hand and touched the moss. It felt like…well…moss. It felt gross! After a few moments of rubbing the moss it occurred to me that some of the moss was thicker than the rest. I pushed down on that area and it sank deeper than the rest of the moss. I pulled some moss off the door. After stripping the area of most of the moss, two indentations of swords were imprinted on the door. The swords had makings similar to the ones on my blades. I activated the springs and placed the blades in the doors.
The door unlocked and opened inward, revealing a chamber that didn't look much different than the rest of the sewer. In the center of the room, however, was a small pedestal like thing with a massive sword stuck in it. Nero and I walked over to the blade. I brushed some dust off the hilt to reveal a small inscription. "Basil" it read. I felt a small breeze. I looked up to ask Nero's ghost, but found myself alone with the sword. I looked up, wondering what to do. This chamber was lit by a massive hole in the ground, probably caused by the battle. I decided to take the blade, as more of a momentum to my old friend. He did lead me down here for it, after all. I place my hand upon the hilt and pulled.
The sword pulled out with incredible ease, just as the door was slamming shut. I spun around to see who had closed it only to find no one there. I looked around for another way out, when I heard a strange hissing noise. I smelt the air. Poison. The room was slowly being filled with toxic gas. I quickly began looking for another door, to no avail. Then for something to help me get another 20 feet in the air. I would be able to jump up the last 10. There was no such assistance. A memory came back into my mind, almost as if I was reliving it. I was fighting the creatures. Nero was there. He was using the sword. He…flew and destroyed the Heartless.
That's it! I'm going to fly out of here. It occurred to me how stupid I must sound to you readers, well, shut up! It sounds dumb to me too. I held the blade just like he did. I closed my eyes and poured as much energy into the sword as I could. I felt my feet leave the ground. I forced more and I felt wind rushing through my hair. I looked down and I saw the concrete far below. I smiled and began to yell and shout, like what they do in all of those movies when they fly. As I was about to see what I could do with this thing, I felt myself falling. Very fast. I tried to slow myself or to at least hover with the sword.
CRASH! I slammed into the pavement from about 50 feet off the ground. I didn't hear any crunching, but I hit my head at least 9 times as I rolled to a stop. Slowly, I rose. I fell down once or twice before I could actually stand up straight. I felt like crap. That stupid sword. Fucking dropped me. I looked around to find it stuck into the ground roughly 10 yards away. I, slowly, made my way over to the blade. Wrenched the cursed thing from the ground and made my way back to the castle.
As I reentered, Ansem called me to his office. I walked in to find him and this woman with devil like horns talking about plans to join forces. "Daneele, this is Maleficent. She wants to join our cause." She nodded and greeted me. We talked for about an hour. Our plans seems to be flawless. I would go in and search the world for my sister. If she wasn't there, we would either, destroy it or make it into another of our bases. Tomorrow we would put this plan into effect. In additions, she knew others who would be willing to help us out.
I went to bed, tired, broken, but with new hope. Maybe everyone isn't as bad as they look. Villains? Heroes? What is the difference? Motives? Goals? The means of getting there? I guess these are questions for another times.