I can't sleep. This world is too cold. The ground is too hard. Roxas has his arm wrapped tightly around me, but he is shivering so bad that it isn't helping. The night wind is killing the fire.
Careful not to wake Roxas, I slip out from underneath his arm. In the eerie blue light of the moon, I search for more dead wood to add to the fire so that it doesn't die completely and take the little warmth that we have. The last thing we need today is to freeze in our sleep.
In the growing light of the restocked fire, I can see that it is only the six of us in our little circle. Nyzol is no longer there. This doesn't worry me as much as I thought it would. I trust him for some reason that I can't explain. Maybe it was his telling of his life that did or maybe it was something else. A feeling in my heart.
Walking away from the group, I wrap my arms tightly around me. Without the fire, the cold air quickly attacks my skin. The light from the moon shows me a clear path through a small group of dying trees. Stepping down the path, I kick up small clouds of dirt.
This world scares me. It has an aura of death that chills me worse than the wind. The war didn't just take lives, it took the life from the world. I can feel it. What kind of horrible evil inhabits this place?
"Dexlin, you shouldn't wonder off."
Turning, I see Nyzol standing a little ways off. "You're one to talk."
"You're right, but I've been on the run a lot longer than you have. This is not new to me. And at this time, I'm not the one he's after."
"So it's me, Roxas, and Namine who are in the most danger."
Nyzol steps closer to me. "Yes. Because of you being Nobodies he is after you. Hubrin wrote a church mandate stating that a Whole must not be harmed no matter what, only the abomination. I do not know if his original goal of just stopping the wedding is sufficient for him. He may have accelerated his plans. Though I'm not positive of his intentions towards you."
"Why would they be any different?"
"The church is aware of many things. Your birth is one of them. You are not a traditional Child of the Keyblade. I do not know how, or if, that will affect his judgment of you."
That doesn't calm my fears at all. Knowing that three of us are the intended target hurts. Even more because we are the reason that Destiny Island was destroyed. Hubrin would never have gone there if it weren't for us.
"How long to we have to stay here, Nyzol?"
"You don't like this world. I understand. Many bad things happened here. But you're safe on this world. Hubrin will not follow us."
"How can you be so sure?"
Nyzol starts walking and I follow him. "Hubrin has committed many atrocities since he seized power from the Creator. But in all that time, he has never returned to this place. This is the only place where his guilt gets to him." We stop walking when we get to the edge of cliff.
Below is a valley that stretches on for miles. In the blue moonlight I can see an uncountable number of Keyblades sticking in the dirt. They go on so far that I cannot see where they end. There are four groups forming a giant crossroads in the middle.
"What in the worlds?" I cannot keep the awe from my voice.
"This is the Keyblade graveyard. Each blade symbolizes a person who fell in the war. And every last one of them is because of Hubrin. Not even he can suppress the guilt he feels over this act. Instead of trying, he simply doesn't come here as a way of never letting him feel the pain that he has caused."
"How could a person have done such things?"
"It's not just a question of what he has done, it is also what he is still capable of doing?"
"Do you mean that if he can unlock the Creator's secrets and gets his hands on his own Keyblade, this could happen again?" I wave my hand over the massive graveyard.
"I believe it will, but this time I believe that it will be much worse. There are not nearly as many people to stand in his way. I do not know if we have to power to stand up to him if that happens."
"Does anyone have that kind of power?"
"Only the Creator."
He steps away from me again and starts to walk down a path cut into the side of the cliff. I follow behind him on unsure feet. I know he's going to the middle of the graveyard because that is where the path leads and I'm not positive I want to go there. This world scares me enough without standing in the middle of a massive war memorial. But I still follow him.
In the valley, we walk past row after row of Keyblades. They're all so old and rusted from spending years stuck in the ground. We're silent as we walk. I don't know the reason for Nyzol's silence, but my awe is too great to speak. Just thinking about how big this battle must have been is enough to cloud my mind.
It isn't until we are standing in the middle of the great crossroads that I find the nerve to speak again. "Isn't there some way to open the door to the Creator's prison?"
"There is a way. The lock to the prison can be opened with six specific Keyblades. I do not know if you six hold the proper Keyblades to do that. I was never given that information. All I know is the Sora's Keyblade is one of them."
"It's too much of a coincidence for it not to be ours."
"That may be, Dexlin. But we cannot put all our hopes on that. That is putting a lot of faith on luck. There are thousands of Keyblades and an uncountable number of combinations. I have realized long ago that we will never be able to open that prison. We will have to defeat Hubrin on our own."
Six Keyblades. Six of us. We have to be the ones to open the prison door. Nyzol may think that I am putting my faith on luck, but I think I'm putting my faith on the Creator. Maybe our destiny isn't to destroy Hubrin, but to release the one person who can.