Chapter 6

Baylion found himself unable to sleep, he was eager to begin his training but he was also scared. He was scared of not knowing what would happen to him. He was scared that he didn't know anything about the weapon that had chosen him. It was such an alien weapon, but he felt so complete with it, it was as if the blade and he were one. He felt the rage of the blade, and the blade felt the courage within Baylion. It was a strange feeling to him, knowing that he was predestined for a specific task.

He sighed and sat up on the bed, the satin sheets cushioned him and he could smell jasmine in the air, he rolled his head and moaned as he felt the muscles in his neck pop.

Royal beds are so uncomfortable, he thought.

He looked at the Keyblade's that stood against the wall and marveled at their beauty. They were so different, the two blades. OBLIVION stood like a blade of death, and in a literal sense its name was death. The entire blade was colored onyx black with the single stone of cut sapphire right above the hand hold. It did have the resemblance of a key and he wondered whether or not it did open anything.

OATHKEEPER was a force to be reckoned with, at the top was what seemed to be a star. At the center of it was a deep blue then as it went towards the tips it faded purple then white and then to gold. The blade itself was all white like a dove. Many colors moved in and out of it as it shown in the light, it was beautifully deadly. He picked the blade up and stood, it thrummed in his hand.

He swung it around experimentally and it felt good. It was perhaps the lightest blade e had ever used, but he also knew it was the strongest. It felt good in his hands, like they were meant for his alone. So many questions swarmed around his head. Where did this come from? What was my purpose? Why had the Keyblade chosen him?

It was all there, the questions that, if answered, would solve all his problems and worries. He sighed and lowered the blade. So much doubt gnawed at him, he didn't know whether he would be able to conquer the coming times and he also had Gorge to worry about. His words still rang in his head, Big Brother, it's been too long.

What was he talking about; Baylion didn't know him at all he didn't even know who he was anymore. Why would he say that; Baylion knew there was a reason, and when he was done at Naor Shati, he intended to find Gorge and get some answers. He saw a note book on the Princesses desk and he went over to look at it. He picked it up and felt the rough leather that held it together. Its parchment pages were sealed by a golden lock.

This gave him an idea. He thought that if he took the Keyblade's name literally, then it should act as a key. But as he stood there he thought about how nothing that big could open a lock that small. As he thought this, the Keyblade acted on its own accord and he found himself pointing the star tipped end at the lock. A beam of pure golden light shot out from its tip and went into the lock. He heard a small click as the journal was unlocked and he smiled in approval.

Since he had opened it, he could help but wonder what she had written; he knew he shouldn't look, but his curiosity took hold like a Grodanian slug to the flesh and he opened the journal. Her writing was eloquent, he figured it came from being of royal blood, but her letters were fluid and gentle. He flipped through the pages, seeing things from the past years of her life, her worries about not being able to handle the thrown like her father, to the fact that she wasn't able to find anyone she liked.

He came across today's entry and read it:

Dear Diary,

It has been so long since I have been so confused. I have never had to deal with emotions which I have dealt with today. On one end, I am happy to have found a friend which I can talk to and not worry about him thinking me a freak, but I dare not distract him in his days to come. He is so honest and kind and I don't know what to do. If only we could get to know each other more. But then that raises the question. How do I know whether he likes me or will return the affection I show for him? He seems so rigid and alone. I want to be close to him but I'm afraid of where it might lead. I am truly confused by all these emotions. He is close to my heart and so far away. He is my friend and my unknown. What of the prophecy? If what has been written is to pass, how will I cope? I hope these thoughts will straighten themselves out soon.

He couldn't believe what he was reading. He had to read it over three more times before he could come to terms with it. When he did, his heart swelled with compassion and he smiled to himself. It was an awkward thing. To know what someone felt about you, but at the same time it made him feel good, to know that someone cared about how he felt and cared about what happened to him.

He closed the journal and laid it back where it was, he knew she would not be happy in the morning when he told her he had looked, but he knew he had to. It would be wrong to deceive her; she was too fragile and sensitive for that. He went back to his bed and lay OATHKEEPER next to its companion and lay back down. He closed his eyes and filled his mind with thoughts of Princess Ashe. To his surprise, he was asleep in minutes.