Kingdom Hearts:Birth by Sleep Zero~Terra's Story~Book 1, Chapter 23
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Eternal Symphonia
AND ALSO: I have come to a conclusion of what worlds TAV will be going to:
-Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland(poor Terra must endure the cheesiness and cuteness), Destiny Islands, Aladdin, The Black Cauldron(Terra only), The Sword in the Stone(Ven only), Hercules, Robin Hood(Aqua only), Peter Pan(Terra and Ven only), Young Lion King(Ven only), Sunset Horizons(desert where Terra confronts G-Nort), Twilight Town, Radiant Garden/Hollow Bastion, and we mustn't forget Winnie the Pooh. Pooh's book will be written at the end of KH:BBS Zero, and will be considered a sidequest. And after this chapter, Hercules will also be considered a sidequest that'll be scattered here and there within BBS Zero. And sorry I haven't updated in eons, I've been crammed full of homework, and I have church every Wednesday night along with it :(
P.S:Happy Holidays!
Chapter 23, Part 1:Olympus Coliseum
Upon arriving at my next destination after many futile attempts at creating a proper portal, I took in all of the stunning scenery that could make anyone believe that they were living in a dream: I was standing on the tip of a large, grassy plateau that overlooked a sunny valley. At the base of it lay a little village with many buildings all scattered in various areas. In the middle of it all was a column of about one hundred buildings with distinct Greek architecture. They were all lined in the shape of something close to the bottom of a thermometer. A dirt road from the unpretentious town winded around the area and led to the top of the acclivity. It continued under my feet until it descended down into another basin on the opposite side of the hill. I could hear the squeaking of wheels in the far distance; a wagon topped with golden hay and wheat rolled onwards, towards me. As it got closer, I could scrutinize it even clearer than before. A man who looked to be about sixty and a goat sat at the front while a teenage boy with dark orange hair in a pure white toga pulled the barrow forwards with his own two hands.
Wow, he's like Superman, or something. Even though I was pretty muscular and quite vigorous myself, I couldn't help but feel awed at the fact a boy my age who was so puny could be so powerful. Bleats were heard from the many sheep who grazed over the grass. Two were shoved away from the path and to the side as the wagon sped forward. I just stood there in fascination, just staring until the wagon was right in front of me. Without hesitation I tried to jump sideways to avoid the swerving cart. To my distress, one of the huge wooden wheels of the wagon rolled over my right foot. Instantly I grabbed my toes and hopped around while gritting my teeth. When I had finished, I heard the teenage boy who drove the cart yell, "Sorry!"
Hoping not to lose them, I stumbled down the sandy road in hopes of catching up and asking where I was and when I was. The load on the wagon was so tall that it knocked the people who were painting the gate archway straight off of it.
"Wait up!" I commanded before I clumsily tripped over a rusty-colored rock that didn't match any of the boulders or sand around it.
It looks like those rocks at Sunset Horizons. I picked myself up and pocketed the stone in order to show Ven and Aqua later on. By the time I glanced at the traveling wagon again, the young man with the reddish-orange hair had stopped. His waist and down was buried by the sand all around himself. Finally I caught up to the travelers and overheard their conversation: "When old Penelope busted her ankle back there, I thought we were done for."
Just then, the teen used his superb strength to lift the stack of hay up without any problem. Holding it only by one hand, he listened to his father say, "Not yet, Hercules; I have to haggle with Finnius."
"Okay." He threw the wheat back onto the cart with ease. Sadly, the stack was so heavy that the goat shot up into the air as soon as it impacted the wagon.
"Oops. Sorry, Penelope." Hercules waved his hand at the flying goat.
"Now, Hercules. This time just-" The old man was interrupted by a sigh, "Yeah, I know, I know, stay by the cart." The teen outstretched his hands and caught Penelope with his eyes closed.
"That's my boy." A wrinkly hand patted Hercules's shoulder. Hercules sighed and leaned on the hay.
"So, your name is Hercules?" I casually walked out from the back of the wagon and sent the teenager's head swiveling towards me.
"Yeah." Hercules closed one of his light blue eyes and didn't question of who I was. I guessed he thought that I must've been one of the locals, or maybe even a traveler from far away place, if he judged by my apparel.
"You, uh...You're pretty strong." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized with guilt that it might have offended Hercules.
"Yeah." He repeated without any emotion. "I'm sorry that I almost ran you over with our cart. I was going too fast and I-"
"It's okay. Things like that happen to me all the time." I fibbed with a painfully fake chuckle arising from the depths of my throat. Unexpectedly, a man began to shout. Hercules instantly sprinted into the shop and balanced the pot that was about to fall from the man's hands.
"Why, thank you." He mumbled gratefully and stopped in his tracks before the sight of Hercules.
"You're welcome." The teen smiled warmly.
"Hercules, it's...it's you!" It was obvious that the middle aged man had met Hercules before; sadly, he didn't mean it in an excited sense.
"Lemme help you." Hercules pleaded.
"No,no, no,no, I've got it." The man turned and headed into the back of the pottery shop without haste.
"I'm fine. Now, now," The potter looked for an excuse to encourage Hercules to leave immediately: the one and only Terra Hamada.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm very sure. No go run along with that friend of yours over there." A red curtain was rudely pulled over the doorway after Hercules had walked out. The teen noticed this, looked back, and sighed. Suddenly, a golden plate fell in front of Hercules, so he picked it up right before its owners ran up to him, "Yo! Give it here!"
The other teenagers skidded and gasped.
"Hey, you need an extra guy?" Hercules grinned with the hopes of being able to dwell with others his age.
"Uh, sorry Herc, uh, we've already got five, and uh..we wanted to keep it even."
"But five isn't even an even number." I piped into the conversation before the teenagers grabbed the plate and farewelled in a rush, "See ya, Herc." As the boys ran away, you could hear them laughing and saying things such as, "What a geek." It seemed as if the townspeople clearly weren't too fond of the impoverished guy, and weren't afraid to show it.
"Don't take it so seriously, Hercules. They just think that they're better than everyone else." Herc had sat himself down on the fountain and glued his stare to his feet. Everyone who had previously been enjoying the well themselves dispersed quickly as they noticed Hercules.
"Heads up!" The golden disc had been flung over our heads. Immediately, Hercules jumped up to catch it. Without noticing that a column was right behind him, the teen crashed into it and the white marble began to teeter.
"Oh no, not again." He wrapped his arms around the column to try to stop it from falling, but by doing so he unbalanced the other one. Like a line of dominoes, all of the towers began to crash into one another while the townsfolk began to scatter in fear. Hercules tried desperately to stop them, but they were too fast.
"Watch out!" Hercules slipped on a puddle of mud and slid into the last standing building: the pottery. The inferior building crashed in a second, contradicting the hopes of the owner.
Herc stood in the dust with shame clouding his heart. I rushed over to him. His father came up also and put his hand on Hercules's shoulder once again and asked, "Son?"
"This is the last straw!" The potter failed to pop off one of the pots that had encased his head. I walked up to him and knocked on it twice. It crumbled apart and the man glared at me with venom, frost, and scorn.
A chip off of the old glacier, huh?
"He's a menace." A woman pointed at the cringing teen. Many other claims and insults flew at the poor boy, so much that I began to pity even more horrendously.
"He just can't control his strength." Hercules's father defended and shrugged.
"Keep that..that freak away from here!"
For the third time, the father patted Hercules on the shoulder and shook his head with condolence. I decided that it wasn't a good idea to bother Herc until he was feeling less....disliked.
Back on the hill, Hercules, his father, and I sat in a row beneath a small tree. In the distance a sunset eclipsed the horizon. Few birds tweeted with glee and settled down for the night.
"Hercules, don't let what they said back there get to you." The elderly man assured the angsty teen with doubt flaring in his own mind.
"But pops, they're right. I am a freak."
" Hey Herc, don't take what they say seriously. At least you haven't had hot blond chicks look at you and say, 'Ewwwwwww, he's so ugly!', and then say that your best friend was hot, even though he was way lessattractive than you." I hoped that this would reassure Hercules, but it seemed to make him feel even worse.
"Sorry, Hercules, I didn't mean-" Soon I found out that he wasn't even listening to me, for he interrupted, "I mean, I've tried to fit in, but I just can't."
"Sometimes, I feel like I don't even belong here." Hercules mumbled while staring at the ground in confusion.
"Like I'm supposed to be," He paused for the answer. "someplace else." His blue gaze lifted to the heavens in wonder.
"It doesn't make any sense." The boy sighed and strolled down the hill. I glanced at his father and shrugged before giving chase.
Hercules stood at the top of a sea cliff and let his sight focus on the setting sun. I snatched up one of the pebbles at Herc's feet and handed it to him.
"Hey, how far can you throw this?" Hercules skipped it and the stone only stopped after traveling a few miles.
"Cool." I muttered to him before he began to sing:
"I have often dreamed of a far off place, where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me."
"Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face, and voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be."
After a while of walking around aimlessly, we came to a grove of tall deciduous trees. I followed Herc as he scrambled up the trunk of one closest to the ocean. Once at the top he continued his melody as a shooting star flew across the sky:
"I will find my way, I can go the distance."
"I'll be there someday, if I can be strong,and I know that every mile will be worth my while."
"I would go almost anywhere to feel like I...belong."
"So, have you met any of my friends yet?" I asked to get the idea of not "belonging" off of Hercules's mind as we walked back to his house.
"I don't think they'd ever want to be near me, even if they were as nice as you. Why don't you think I'm a freak? Everyone else does."
"Yeah, but I'm not everyone else. And besides, you haven't met Ven yet." Imagining the blond teen made me reconcile about the state he was in; remembering Xehanort's face along with it made me angry and also made me want to hurl.
"Oh yeah, and if you ever see a creepy old man with amber eyes and pointy ears, beat the crap out of him for me, please." I begged with little sarcasm.
"Okay, I'll put it on my list of things to do." Hercules joked with a chuckle. It made me happy to see that Herc was probably going back to his normal and joyful attitude.
The teen stopped in his tracks when his father and mother met us at the door.
"Hercules, there's something your mother and I have been meaning to tell you."
A few minutes later we all sat by the hearth in something that was similar to a living room. His mother paused, then searched through a sack of milky silk. In her hand was a circular golden medal with the symbol of a cloud and thunder tearing down to the sky.
"That's the symbol of the Greek gods." I remembered that I had to take a mythology class back at Castle Celest. In our textbooks, and even on the cover there had been that same exact symbol, which the class, taught by Master Hikari, had been told of it being the Greek gods' emblem.
"It was hanging around your neck when we found you." She gently handed the medallion to her adopted son. Hercules instantly jumped up in excitement and enunciated swiftly, "This is it! Maybe the Gods have the answers. I'll go to the temple of Zeus, and-" He looked at his parents with guilt.
"You're the greatest parents anyone could ever ask for, but I've got to know."
The next morning was when Hercules was to set off for the temple of Zeus, the King of the Greek Gods. Once again, I had to sleep in a barn filled with hay, cows, vampire bats, and blood sucking ticks. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the smell: compared to this barn, the one that Belle owned was the epitome of cheesiness, and trust me, I don't act like I'm a rich kid in a candy store when it comes to giving away that title.
For a few days afterwards(I hoped that Master Oni wouldn't kill me for not coming back after the two day deal), Hercules and I traveled along to the Temple of Zeus with audacity, courage, and more willpower than it takes to resist a plate of freshly baked, warm, gooey cookies.
"Do we have any food left?" My question sent Herc searching desperately through our sack of supplies, as if he were just waiting for me to suggest the idea of gorging ourselves.
"No." He sighed tremendously.
"Damn, that sucks." I uttered back with rue. As I said before, we had been traveling for two days, and out of excitement Hercules had eaten a little over half of our food in the first hour. For a rough estimate, I probably hadn't taken a bite out of anything for a day and a half, so that'd be thirty-six hours.
"Ugh." Effulgent sunlight beat down on our backs like bricks. Sweat practically cascaded down Hercules's arms, and I was sure that I wasn't doing much better.
"Man, we smell like sweaty pigs." Herc mumbled after a few moments of silence.
"Hiss!" Loud noises seethed into our ears before some of the Fallen appeared in front of us. Of course, Large Nightmares and Dawns were apparent as always, but two new monsters challenged us: the first one was an aerial monster. It had huge and demonic bat wings, one red eye, and a large scythe for a weapon. The body of the Unbirth was as tall as I was, and had gnarling, dirty claws and long, blueish-gray hair that matched it's scaly skin. Instead of having legs, it owned a five-foot long snakelike tail. The one thing it had similar to other Unbirths was its snout, similar to that of a Dawn, and the symbol that was imprinted on each wing. A.K.A, the weirdest looking beast you could ever lay your eyes on. Another Unbirth that crossed our path was a weak, small, insignificant, and ugly one: like every other Fallen so far, it was blueish-gray, but it was a very dark shade. On its head was the typical Unbirth mark, and on each side was a red symbol that looked similar to a fishing hook. The way it moved could be considered as the slithering of a snake. Overall, it was like a puppy in Unbirth form, except that it had no face nor the shape of a dog's head.
"What are these things?" Hercules muttered, almost to himself.
"The Fallen have arrived to greet." A rapt, deep, and echoing voice disgorged from an elder's corrugated mouth. The shaky and rumbling tone, etched by its experience and years, told me exactly who it came from.
That old fart won't even come out and confront us with his own two hands. I mutely pronounced to myself, my cocky attitude hoping that he would hear it, and my common sense hoping that he hadn't. More monsters appeared, counting to almost twenty, so I had assumed that Geezernort had heard my little comment. I scowled at my audacity.
"Hey there, little guy." Hercules foolishly bent down to pet the Unbirth dog, who was just waiting to bite his hand off.
"You idiot!" I had to grab him by his rusty orange hair to help him avoid being turned into a dish of dog food.
"What? I was just trying to pet the poor thing. It doesn't look all that evil."
"Hercules, you may not have noticed," I paused to chuckle with sarcasm. "First of all, that dog is a monster. Second of all, it wants to kill you. Thirdly, it has sharp teeth, and did I mention that it wants to kill you? Now, lesson learned today: don't pet or approach rabid, evil, sharp-toothed monster dogs who want to tear you to a crusty little husk of Greek rubble." Herc looked appalled at my behavior even though I just saved his right hand from becoming a chew toy.
"Well, if they're so evil, then we should just kill them off, right?" It offended him when I answered, "I don't know, but maybe you could channel some of that raw strength into a few of those Unbirths who are sneaking up on you." My comment sent his head jerking around to see the Winged Fate(what I had called the new aerial monsters) charging towards him with its scythe at the ready. Right as it swung, Hercules ducked and grabbed it. He then took the monster by its tail and threw it many miles away, towards an unknown and careless destination.
"That's one for Hercules." In his excitement the teenager balled his fist and jerked it downwards in a victory salute. Ashes were everywhere: in the air, on the ground, in our lungs, and even down Hercules's shirt. We had finally gotten rid of all the monsters, so we began to huff and gasp for breath.
"Well," I took in a rush of air and sighed quickly. "that's one more thing we've accomplished."
"Oh look!" A finger flew in front of my face and forced me to jerk my head back to avoid it. Hercules pointed to a Greek building that was monstrous. It lay on a rocky hill that overlooked the ocean.
"I don't think I could ever again climb up a hill like that." I instantly fell over from exhaustion and chilled on the floor a bit.
"There he is!" A jolly and happy old fellow called, his voice seeming to come from everywhere, even the hills and sea surrounding the temple. The statue of Zeus that had recently been motionless came to life and picked me up.
"There you are, my son." He stared at me admiringly.
"What, me? I think he-" I pointed to the carrot-topped teen who looked onward at us sadly, as if he was disappointed that he wasn't recognized. "He is the one you're looking for, not me. I don't have a butt-chin either, so-"
"Sorry, wrong guy." In the excitement of seeing his real son, Zeus carelessly flung me away and plucked Hercules off of the ground. Tremendous screaming came out of the boy's mouth, his panic making him squeal like a little girl.
"No, do not be afraid, my son. Please do not fear..." Zeus took his colossal finger tip and rubbed the teen's hair in admiration, "My, how you have grown."
"Wait a minute, son? But you're a God, so that would make me-"
"Yes, you are a demi-god. Though unfortunately you are not able to visit your homeland because your immortality was taken away by the drooling, pesky, idiotic, disrespectful thieves who stole you from us. The only way you would be able to meet me and your mother in person is if you became a hero. But the trip, and the dangers too..." He paused and sighed before Hercules energetically raised his hand, "I'll do anything."
"Well, if you're sure, then I guess you'd better go see Philoctetes, the trainer of heroes." That one statement made Hercules turn to me.
"Terra," The orange-haired boy was interrupted by the tremendous gasp that erupted from Zeus's throat.
"What did you say that boy's name was?" You could hear the crunching of the fingernails that the God tapped harshly on the arm of his throne.
"Terra. Terra Hamada, to be exact. Why do you ask?" Hercules answered for me, which made Zeus even more nervous.
"Anyways Terra, are you going to go with me, because I think that it would be better if I went alone." I could tell that he actually wanted to prove to his father that he didn't need help in his quest to become a hero, so I obliged and listened to his 'thank you'.
"I must not forget, here is someone special that I know you'll just love." With a quick snap of his fingers, a large, blue, and silvery white winged horse trotted up to Hercules in a friendly manner.
"Hey, I remember you. Pegasus, right?" The horse whinnied in reply, which we all assumed meant 'yes'. Hercules's whole torso was smothered with horse drool as Pegasus licked him.
"Well, we better be off." Herc hopped onto the back of the winged steed and waved before he took off, "Thanks for your help!"
Just as I was about to leave and summon a portal, a booming voice stopped me in my tracks, "Wielder of the Keyblade, what are you doing here?" Zeus's slate filled eyes seemed to glow into brown orbs for a second as I turned around to meet him.
"Well, let's see. First, I made your son feel better. Secondly, I escorted him to you. And third, I saved him from some Unbirths. And your point is?" Zeus raised his granite eyebrow at my arrogance.
"You know of the sacred oath: you must not meddle within the affairs of others that you are not connected to. Surely you were told that that was one of the Keyblade Wielders' main jobs: protect the world order?"
"Yeah, but what else am I supposed to do?" I asked to mislead him away from my stunned state; how did this guy know about the other worlds?
"We are all given purpose, and our own sword. But rules and restrictions come along with it. If you do not follow those guidelines, everything will fall apart. Master Oni is one of the wisest and sagacious people I have ever met; even his intelligence far surpasses my own, that I am not afraid to admit. And if I am right, then I assume that he has taught you about what your restrictions are. Do not meddle in the affairs of other worlds, especially this one." Khronos's son stared into my soul with his slate gray eyes, combined with his stern attitude.
"Wait a second, if it hadn't been for me, then you would've never met Hercules. If I hadn't been there, he would've been eaten by the Unbirths. And you're telling me that it was a mistake?" Instinct made Eternal Horizons appear in my right hand without the slightest effort on my part. Zeus saw this and bellowed, "You cannot possibly harm me, the God of the Sky, and the heavens, so why do you summon your weapon?"
"Maybe not." I squinted my eyes at the huge statue and sent my Keyblade away, even though it was difficult to shake the feeling of intimidation away. The only thing that aided me was the thought that Zeus would know where Xehanort was. I mean, he was the God of practically everything, therefore he probably had the ability to see over other worlds' dominions as well.
"If you want me to leave, then tell me one thing first."
"You wish to know of Xehanort's whereabouts, correct?" That one statement told me that Zeus was no crusty old crayon that had just flew out of the toy box.
"That would be the one helpful thing you've actually done for me today." Sarcasm almost embraced the edge of my tongue.
"He is closer to you than ever before, young Keyblade wielder. Watch closely. And remember this: Master Oni is watching you closer than you think." With that ominous answer, the stone titan dis-animated and then was silent. I half expected him to come alive again. Three minutes flew past, and the slate God was still quiet. I decided to leave and try to get back to Castle Celest, without even thinking twice about what Zeus has said. I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't want to think about it, or I was too tired and hungry to care. Either way, I didn't give it a second chance until I noticed that I had begun to walk aimlessly around the hill that held Zeus's temple. I paused.
What did he mean? Was Zeus suggesting that Master Oni doesn't trust me? No, probably not. He must've meant that he thought I was his best apprentice. Oh God, that was the worst lie I had ever told myself. I feared that Master Oni had begun to distrust me. While wondering whether or not to tell Master Oni this 'news', I nonchalantly summoned a portal. And for the first time, I had no trouble; but my mind was too foggy to even notice.
Chapter 23, Part 2:Realization
Walking through the portal had not phased me, as it usually did. Or maybe it did make me sick to my stomach, and I just didn't care.
"Terra! There you are! You have been gone for longer than two days again; Aqua and I were worried sick. And have you seen Ven? He escaped last night when I was not watching, the little devil. Are you listening to me?" I had just strolled past Master Oni without even stopping, my head eternally lowered.
" What are you doing? Come back here at once and give me your report." The back of my brunette hair was tugged mercilessly by the rarely impatient elder. So, I told him everything, from meeting Hercules to my conversation with Zeus. And yes, I told him everything, and for some reason he couldn't believe of what Zeus had said to me.
" What did he tell you? Terra, please listen to me: why would I have to watch just you closely?" His question was contradicted by a very nervous chuckle. One thing that could reassure my theory was Master Oni's terrible ability to lie, somewhat even worse than Ven.
"Zeus was just playing around with you Terra; you should learn not to take everyone so seriously all the time. Now, help me find Ventus. He shouldn't have gotten too far away." Master Oni ran off while mumbling in a stern tone, and it must've been about Zeus's words. He obviously was going to have a talk with the God later about 'giving away' too much information.
"What about Xehanort?!" I asked across the hall after few seconds. Master Oni raised his gloved arm and raised his voice in reply, "We have enough time to find him later. Now our priority is to find Ventus. If he wanders far enough away from us, Xehanort could take this chance and mess with his mind even more." I admitted silently that he was right, so I summoned another portal that led to the one place where I could think.
A cloud of rusty sand billowed up and bore into my eyes harshly. Sunlight beamed down, and the only noise that could be heard was the howling of wind. The erupting and lonely silence always made me depressed, as if something tragic or devastating had happened. But for some reason, it was the only place I could clear my mind and think, so I came here often without even caring if I was supposed to be somewhere else, like looking for my best friend.
"Enjoying these devastating rays of sunlight, child?" An old, feminine voice echoed around the field. Automatically I got up and shook my head around furiously to search for its owner. A pale-lime skinned woman with purple eyeshadow and horns stood before me with a tall staff in hand. It was a plain wooden stick with a green ball on top.
"Is it Halloween already?" I smirked at the witch, hoping that she would take the hint and leave me alone. She didn't, of course.
"My, oh, my, what a handsome little fellow you are! Who's the lucky girl who has the honor of keeping a little bastard like you?" Her non-existent eyebrows raised and a loud cackle arose from her pale throat.
"Not you, I can assure. Now, if you don't mind-" I was interrupted by the tall hag, "Well, I'm not here to blather about how idiotic you can be. I have been sent here to give you a gift."
"A gift? You mean, like an early Christmas present?" I was being sarcastic of course, but the old hag took it differently, "No! You scuttling fool! You.. I mean, no, sweet child, no." She took in a huge breath to calm down before she answered, "It is a gift from Master Xehanort. He didn't want to give it to you himself because he felt that you would be rather...unaccepting." Her light purple fingernails were long enough to take a plain white box out of her robes' pocket without having to reach inside. I backed away from her as she approached, so soon she grew impatient and threw it to me, the box opening slightly as it slid across the desert floor. Reluctantly. I reached down with hesitation to the "present". To my disgust, the container was empty.
"Wow, I thought it was going to be coal. But even better: nothing!" I carelessly tossed the box to my side and summoned Eternal Horizons. Before running to take the first strike, I chuckled to the witch, "If Master Xehanort cares enough to give me a gift, then he should get off of his lazy ass and do it himself. Oh yeah, and tell him that I will definitely give him a present in return for taking care if my 'friend'." A name flashed into my mind as the old hag's eyes opened wide, showing glints of fear as I sprinted towards her, unbelieving that I would dare to harm her.
Maleficent.