Ragnor soared through the sky on his flying vehicle. Where he was headed was his won business. What his business was, however, was to assist the people. Overthrow the evil ruler that plagued their lives. King Truin had ruled his kingdom for far too long. His people, his servants, his slaves.
Ragnor would kill their king, and depart. Leaving those ravaging humans to their own devices.
. . .
Hreth and his men had arrived at the Radiant Garden. Finding the people in an outright uproar. Buildings were burning, they were destroying everything in their path. Could Truin truly be that wicked? He sent his men to hold them at bay, while he went to confront Truin himself.
He sprinted across the jagged landscape of this glorious city. Rising high into the clouds.
His keyblade appeared in his hand. Still sprinting, he threw it into the air. When it returned is was a sort of oversized hover-board. He jumped on and soared into the sky.
. . .
Ragnor turned a corner along the wall, and spotted two guards. They ran toward him, and he quickly dealt with them. Nonchalantly, he continued on. He looked up, only a few hundred feet left. He did a backflip off the ledge he was standing on. his keyblade appeared in his hand and he dug it into the rock face. Another appeared in his left hand, and he began climbing the monumental palace.
. . .
Hreth spotted a figure on the face of the base of the palace. He was climbing, using two keyblades. He focused himself on the task at hand and continued flying up the palace wall.
"Sir!" crackled one of his soldiers in his ear piece.
"What is it?" Hreth replied.
"We can't hold them much longer! We need your help. NOW!" the soldier informed him.
Hreth turned around and started flying down to meet his soldiers at the base of the castle.
. . .
A man flew past Ragnor, going the opposite direction. He had obviously been racing to the top before. His arms were getting tired. He pulled out a keyblade from the wall launched himself backward, and threw the blade into the sky. He landed on the vehicle and began flying to the top.
. . .
Hreth arrived at the bottom of the castle to see the people trampling over his soldiers. He had to act quickly. He spotted each end of the line of people. He flew to one end, and lit the ground on fire. He continued to the end of the line. Hoping this would keep them at bay, he sped into the air, hoping to reach the king before the other one did.
. . .
Hreth arrived at the top and dismounted his vehicle. He ran through the monumental hallway to the door at the end. He threw the doors open to find the king and a keyblade warrior engaged in battle. His keyblade appeared in his hand, and he ran toward the battle. He threw himself in the middle of the two, and faced himself at the keyblade wielder. The two blade wielders were now engaged in a battle of mind.
"What do you think you're doing soldier?" Hreth asked the keyblade wielder.
"This man has been accused of the worst kind of treachery! The people below, they are his people made slaves! Yet, you defend him?"
The keyblade wielder made the first move. He spun around Hreth and went for Truin. He swung low but Truin parried. Hreth slammed his blade in between he two of theirs.
"King Truin, get to safety, now! I will deal with this one!" Hreth commanded.
King Truin turned around and ran away.
"Now you see he also a coward!" The wielder said.
They both threw their arms into the air and attempted to attack each other. Again, the wielder spun around him. He kicked Hreth's legs out from under him. He jumped up into the air, attempting to stab Hreth. He rolled out of the way just in time to see the keyblade wielder stab his blade into the floor.
As the other was pulling his blade from the floor, Hreth rolled into a battle stance. He threw his arms backward and charged this mysterious warrior. He swung at the man, but was blocked. The other wielder had disappeared. Hreth looked to the end of the blade and saw a white blade crossing his.
"Eyith?" Hreth gasped.
When he received no response he pushed forward with his body weight, and threw the mysterious warrior off balance. The warrior feel to the ground with such an impact the white shroud was dismissed, for just a second. In this second, Hreth saw the face of one of his trainees. The boy appeared to be asleep. Hreth stood, aghast until the being rose to it's feet. Hreth could now hear the distorted voice of this strange entity.
"Your empire will fall. Everything you have struggled so hard to obtain will be ripped from you in the blink of an eye. You are a disgrace!"
The anger in Hreth built up to an unmanageable level. He ran at the white being and threw his anger into every swing of his keyblade. One after another, the being deflected each blow, without effort. The warrior was slowly pushing Hreth towards the window. Hreth parried a blow by the light. The white one held the parry and pushed with all its strength, pushing Hreth over the edge of the window which overlooked the Radiant Garden. The adrenaline pounded in Hreth's ears. He was convinced on defeating this creature and freeing the pupil inside.
"Thoren!" Hreth yelled, longingly, "Don't do this! Take control!"
The white creature pushed harder. Hreth continued pushing against it. Hreth overtook the being and threw it into the opposing wall. It crumpled on the ground. Hreth dropped his keyblade and stood, in awe. The white shroud began dissolving around the boy. Hreth ran to him, and grabbed him by his shoulders.
"Thoren?"
Thoren opened his eyes, and looked at Hreth.
"Hreth?" Thoren gasped.
Thoren shook his head and looked again at Hreth.
"HRETH!"
Thoren got to his feet and his keyblade appeared in his hands. Hreth jumped back.
"Thoren, what are you doing?" Hreth pleaded.
"You have no right to live. This army you're creating, I know what it's true purpose is! You hide behind the lie of defense. We all know why you created the army! And that is why I am here! Join us! Join Eyith" Thoren said.
"Eyith? You know where Eyith is?" Hreth asked.
"Know where he is? I'm his right hand man! Join us, and I will take you to him!" Thoren replied.
"What do you want from me?" Hreth hissed.
"We are building an army, we wish to avoid as many casualties as possible. We want you to join our army with ours and build an empire spanning the entire world!" Thoren said.
"What do you hope to gain from this... Empire?" Hreth asked.
"There is a light at the heart of this world, we seek to take for our own!" Thoren said.
"You dare steal anything from the heart of the world? You dare test this world? You are a fool! You will die as suddenly as you came! My army and I will fight you, until there is no remnant of you or the Xarnok! I will never join you!" Hreth said proudly.
"And so, you shall die." Thoren said quietly.
Thoren ran at Hreth. Hreth turned around and jumped out the window. Thoren slowed and looked out the window to see Hreth flying away on his key-vehicle.
"Fool! You will regret this day" Thoren said to himself.
Thoren turned from the window and opened a portal. He walked through and it disappeared behind him.
. . .
Ragnor opened his eyes and looked around the mysterious landscape he was now present. As much as he tried, he could see nothing but black stretching on forever. He looked down to look at floor and saw only the gaping black below him. In surprise, he jumped up and tripped back to the ground he once lay his left he heard the sound of a metal door opening. Ragnor looked and saw a white light spreading horizontally. Through the gap a black figure stepped through. Behind the figure the light diminished until it no longer existed. The black figure was now invisible.
Ragnor stood, and readied himself for battle. Inversion appeared in his hands and let out a battle cry.
"I'm ready. LET'S GO!" Ragnor yelled to his invisible opponent.