Thank you for taking the time to read this. This is my first fic, so please review and tell me how I'm doing, and how I could improve.
Warning, the only thing I own in this is the original characters, and much of the story line.
The night wind outside howled in the fury of the storm, branches of nearby trees scratching the windows of the ancient library. A lone figure stood outside the well balanced iron bound door opening the complex locks holding the door shut. The door swung outward in silence and the figure picked up the candle at his feet. The flickering light from the tiny flame glinted off of his small square glasses as he pulled the door shut behind him, causing the door to lock itself again. Chips of paint and stone flaked off the wall as the door settled in place again and the thick dust around the library stirred slightly as new air disturbed the peace.
He walked silently and reverently toward the back of the library, past racks, shelves, and rows of books stacked neatly and carefully, to one book in particular that had been placed upon a pedestal in the one place where a single window high overhead would allow light down upon the book except for the storm. He wiped the dust off the cover revealing an emblem that stood off the cover like a door knocker, the head of a great lion with a ring clamped tight in its mouth cast from silver. The book came to life, ghostly flames igniting in its eyes.
The lock binding the book shut vanished and it opened to the first page which read; Thus it is written in the long kept histories of Disney Castle: The Keyblade, created from the oldest and most uncontrolled powers from the heart of one who was pure, a female child dead at fourteen from an illness none could cure. Given freely her gift was untainted, but it also took part of her heart and mind, giving the Keyblade purpose and intelligence of its own. It always seemed to appear when needed most, choosing the least likely people to use it, but always ones whose heart outshone the others. The original Keyblade, a weapon never given name but becoming known as the True Keyblade, held immense power which it bestowed upon the Chosen, one with whom the Keyblade would bond for the protection of the worlds.
Such individuals always had the strength of heart needed to allow the Keyblade to hold a key chain which multiplied and focused the Keyblades power, even the lesser Keyblades were able to benefit from such a boost. The shape of the Keyblade and its attached key chain were usually determined by the will of the heart it chose, but the first Keyblade held the ability to take any key chain and change its form to reflect this and gain the abilities associated with the former Keyblade of the key chain.
The race that made the Keyblade made thousands of such weapons, though they all had power, only the original, being the strongest and most powerful, could lock the Darkness away thus preserving the worlds. But this would have lead to pain and misery as the Darkness would have fought back. So instead they used the combined power of all the Keyblades to create a symbol of peace and hope, where the light could remain undisturbed at the heart of all things. Thus came the creation of Kingdom Hearts. But the Darkness grew jealous and used its control to turn the few it could against the rest of that race.
