As Blizzard, John and their Dream Eater traversed the vast expanse of the Hyper Space, they marveled at the kaleidoscope of swirling colors and cosmic energies surrounding them. The ethereal glow of distant stars cast an otherworldly ambiance upon their journey, and the silence of the void enveloped them.
Floating weightlessly in the Hyper Space, they maintained focus to control their descent, using their combined strength and willpower to slow down their fall. It was a delicate balance, as they navigated through the shifting currents of energy and space.
With each passing moment, their anticipation grew as they approached the Planet with the Locked World symbol—a colossal golden sword directly impaling the planet. The sight of it was awe-inspiring.
As they entered the Locked World, the sensation of falling intensified once again. Their space shuttle dissolved into shards of light, transforming back into their Keyblade forms. As they fall through the portal, Blizzard and John braced themselves as they plummeted through the sky, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape of the planet below them, its surface filled with forests, mountains and rivers. Shattered remnants of the real world
As they near the ground, the trio brace themselves for impact and hit the ground with a thud, the force causing the ground to shake. They both stand up and look around, taking in their new surroundings.
As Blizzard, John and the Dream Eater ventured deeper into the Locked World, they found themselves surrounded by a dense forest. Towering trees with sprawling branches blocked out much of the sunlight, casting a dappled pattern of shadows upon the forest floor. The air carried a crisp, earthy scent, and the symphony of rustling leaves and chirping birds filled their ears.
Confusion crept into Blizzard's mind as he observed his surroundings. Something felt off, as if the civilization he expected to find was absent. He exchanged puzzled glances with John, silently questioning their whereabouts.
Leaving the shelter of the forest, they emerged onto an open expanse, a vast wheatfield road stretching out into the distance. The golden waves of grain rippled in the gentle breeze, leading their eyes towards a distant horizon.
As they gazed upon the landscape, a realization dawned upon world they had entered was not a modern civilization as they had anticipated but rather a realm trapped in a medieval era. The absence of modern infrastructure, technological advancements, and familiar signs of contemporary society became apparent.
Blizzard's mind raced as he grappled with the implications of their discovery. The Locked World had ensnared not only the physical boundaries but also the progression of time and development, due to limited resources.
Blizzard: This is strange. How did society that was modern 118 years ago be forced to regress to medieval age?
John: Maybe it has something to do with the world's connection to the darkness. We've seen before that the darkness can alter the course of history.
Blizzard: That could be it. We need to investigate this further.
Dream Eater: Be careful, you two. The darkness in this world is stronger than I anticipated. It could even be affecting the inhabitants.
Blizzard: Understood. Let's proceed with caution.
As Blizzard and his companions traversed the medieval landscape of the Locked World, his gaze shifted upwards, drawn to the vast expanse of the sky. He squinted, searching for the familiar symbol of the giant sword that had marked their entry into this realm. Yet, to his confusion, the symbol was nowhere to be seen.
He blinked, his brows furrowing in bewilderment.
Blizzard: Hey, guys (He called out to his Dream Eater and John, his voice tinged with uncertainty.) Do you see what I'm seeing? The symbol... it's gone. It was right there, on the planet's surface, but now that we're inside, it's vanished.
John and the Dream Eater followed Blizzard's gaze, their eyes scanning the sky for any sign of the distinctive symbol. A sense of puzzlement settled over them, mirroring Blizzard's confusion.
John: It's as if the symbol was only visible from the outside, John remarked (His voice filled with intrigue.) Perhaps it serves as a marker.
The Dream Eater nodded in agreement, its curious expression reflecting the shared sense of wonder.
Dream Eater: It appears that the symbol was a gateway, guiding us towards this world, it mused. Now that we are within its boundaries, it no longer holds a physical form.
Blizzard's mind raced with possibilities.
Blizzard: What significance did the symbol hold? Was it merely a beacon to guide them or did it bear deeper meaning within the context of this Locked World?
Despite the absence of the symbol, Blizzard's remained steadfast. He knew that their mission was not solely reliant on the visual markers. They still had to locate and unlock the Keyhole, and rescue the comatose Keyblade wielder body trapped within this realm.
Blizzard pushed aside his confusion and led the way forward. The mystery of the missing symbol lingered in his mind, his willingness to fulfill their mission burned brighter than ever. They would press on, unraveling the secrets of this medieval world.
Blizzard, John, and their Dream Eater continued their journey through the vast wheat field, the golden stalks swaying gently in the breeze. The road seemed endless, stretching out before them like an ancient pathway leading to unknown destinations. The trio trudged forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet countryside.
After what felt like an eternity of walking, they finally caught sight of a wooden sign standing tall at the side of the road. Intrigued, they quickened their pace, eager to decipher the inscription and gain some insight into their current location.
As they approached the sign, Blizzard's confusion grew palpable. His brows furrowed deeply. Blizzard's confusion deepened as he read the words inscribed on the sign, and he couldn't help but voice his perplexity.
'Welcome to the Kingdom of Camelot.'
Blizzard: It makes no sense! (He exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and frustration.) According to my memory, this is the year 2136. Camelot is supposed to be an ancient civilization, a realm of myth and legend. How can it exist in this time?
John, too, was taken aback by the revelation. He had only heard tales of Camelot in fairy tales and history books, never considering the possibility of its existence in the present day.
John's eyes widened in astonishment.
John: Camelot? Are you serious?! I've only heard of it in stories. I never thought it could actually exist.
The Dream Eater, always the calm and rational presence among them, chimed in with its own observations.
Dream Eater: While it may seem implausible, we have encountered many extraordinary phenomena on our journey (It offered, its tone measured and thoughtful.) Perhaps this Locked World has woven together elements of both past and present, forming a unique amalgamation of history and contemporary reality, or it's just that this Civilization had adapted and regressed due to the limited resources of this world?
Blizzard nodded, accepting the Dream Eater's explanation as a plausible theory. Although it challenged his understanding of the world, he had witnessed enough inexplicable events to keep an open mind.
Blizzard: Understood. Let's proceed with caution.
John: Wow, look at those wheat fields, they look so pristine and healthy.
Blizzard: Yeah, it's impressive. They must have really skilled farmers to be able to maintain such a large field.
John: I wonder how they manage to grow such high-quality wheat in this medieval age.
Blizzard: Perhaps they have some advanced farming techniques or magic that we don't know about.
John: Either way, we should keep moving towards that village in the distance. It's our best chance to find out more about this world.
Blizzard: Agreed, let's go.
Blizzard, John, the Dream Eater continued their journey along the seemingly endless wheat field road. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation as they walked, each step bringing them closer to a mysterious village, which can be seen in the distance.
As they neared the village, the trio's senses were assaulted by the chaotic sounds of battle. They could see black dots, slowly taking shape, revealed themselves to be hordes of Heartless. Screams and clashes echoed through the air, accompanied by the ominous growls of Heartless and the relentless footsteps of Nobodies. It was clear that the inhabitants of this once peaceful village were under attack, some gigantic heartless could also be seen, which gave Blizzard bad vibes.
Blizzard: Not again... I fought these creatures when I first awakened from my slumber. They're called Darksides, and they're not easy to defeat. We'll have to be careful and work together if we want to take them down and save the villagers.
John: Darksides? Are they really that tough?
Blizzard: Yeah, they're not your average heartless. But don't worry, we'll make it through. Let's go!
As Blizzard and John sprinted towards the village, their focus locked on the imminent threat, they suddenly found themselves face-to-face with the towering five Darksides. The sheer size and menacing aura of these colossal Heartless sent chills down their spines. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble in their presence.
The Darksides, each standing at an imposing height of ten meters, halted their assault on the villagers as their glowing yellow eyes fixated on the two Keyblade wielders. The air crackled with tension as a momentary pause fell upon the chaotic battleground.
The Darksides, their tentacle-covered heads shifting slightly, seemed to size up their opponents, assessing the threat before them. For a brief moment, the villagers were granted a respite from the relentless assault.
Blizzard takes a deep breath, then charges towards the Darksides, his Keyblade glowing in his hand. John follows close behind, wielding his own weapon. As they near the Darksides, Blizzard suddenly throws his Keyblade like a boomerang, slicing through the air towards the heartless.
The Darksides roar in anger as the Keyblade slices through them, but they quickly recover and charge towards the two Keyblade wielders. John takes on two of the Darksides, his Keyblade clashing against theirs, while Blizzard focuses on the remaining three.
Blizzard's agility and quick reflexes allowed him to dodge the incoming rain of purple energy orbs. With a swift movement, he countered, unleashing a powerful flurry of strikes with his Keyblade, cutting through the Heartless that dared to approach him. His Dream Eater fought alongside him, his fire magic tearing through the dark creatures with a ferocity matched only by its master.
With his Keyblade back in his hand, Blizzard unleashes a barrage of attacks, striking the Darksides with incredible speed and strength. The heartless retaliate, lashing out with their massive claws, but Blizzard manages to dodge their attacks with ease.
John, utilizing his soldier's training, expertly dodged the onslaught of the energy orbs aimed his way. He retaliated with precise strikes from his Keyblade, swiftly eliminating the Heartless that threatened him. With each swing, his movements were precise and calculated, leaving no room for error.
As the battle rages on, Blizzard once again throws his Keyblade, this time at a group of Heartless that are swarming towards John. The Keyblade spins through the air, cutting down the Heartless one by one, before returning to Blizzard's hand.
As the Darksides closed in on them, their massive fists raised high, Blizzard and John recognized the imminent danger. With a burst of speed, they leaped to opposite sides, narrowly avoiding the devastating Giant Punch that one of the Darksides unleashed. The ground trembled beneath the impact, but the two warriors had evaded the attack.
Knowing they couldn't let up, Blizzard and John regrouped, their Keyblades gleaming with determination. They coordinated their attacks, combining their strength and skills to keep the Darksides at bay. Blizzard's Dream Eater used its agility to distract and disrupt the towering Heartless, allowing Blizzard and John to strike with precision.
With each clash of steel, the battlefield erupted in flashes of light and darkness. Blizzard and John fought with unwavering resolve, pushing themselves beyond their limits to protect the village and defeat the Heartless menace. Their teamwork and trust in one another were their greatest assets, allowing them to anticipate each other's moves and react swiftly to any danger that arose.
As the battle raged on, the tide began to turn in favor of the trio. The Heartless fell one by one, their dark essence dispersing into the air. The Darksides, once formidable adversaries, began to show signs of weariness, their attacks becoming more sluggish.
Blizzard pressed forward. With a surge of power, he unleashed a devastating Keyblade technique, striking a Darksides' heart-shaped core with a decisive blow. The Heartless crumbled, its massive form dissolving into purple particles.
John, seeing an opportunity, followed suit, delivering a powerful strike to another Darksides' weak point. The Heartless roared in agony before meeting the same fate as its fallen brethren.
With three of the Darksides defeated, the remaining two hesitated, seemingly reassessing the situation. The combined strength of Blizzard and John had taken them by surprise.
Undeterred, Blizzard and John pressed their advantage, launching coordinated attacks against the remaining Darksides. With a display of skill and bravery, they chipped away at the Heartless' defenses, exploiting every opening and weak spot.
Finally, with a final, resounding clash, the last of the Darksides fell, dissipating into darkness. The battlefield grew quiet, the sound of victory echoing through the air.
With the Darksides and Heartless defeated, the village is saved. Blizzard and John take a moment to catch their breath. They surveyed the village they had fought so hard to save. The Heartless had been vanquished, and the remaining villagers emerged cautiously from their hiding places, expressing their gratitude and relief.
John couldn't resist reveling in the attention, basking in the admiration he perceived from the villagers. While still catching his breath, John addressed the grateful villagers with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
John: Well, well, well, look at that. We managed to save your sorry hides from those Heartless. Impressive, I know. (He held up his Keyblade, the glint of steel reflecting in the sunlight.) In case you didn't catch on, this is a Keyblade. And guess what? My friend here (He gestured toward Blizzard.) has one too! We're Keyblade wielders, the real deal.
Blizzard, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at John's showmanship, finding it unnecessary.
The villagers listened intently, a mixture of confusion and ignorance. John continued.
John: Now, I don't have all day for long speeches, so here's the deal. We've heard rumors of a comatose Keyblade wielder, trapped in a deep slumber for over a century. And we've been tasked with finding him or her, wherever they may be.
Much to John surprise, they did not understand any meaning or words of what he said.
Blizzard: Err, excuse me. Actually, we're a special type of Knights hired by the Kingdom of Camelot to help with the Heartless and Nobody problem in this area. We're looking for any information that could help us in our mission.
Villager 1: Knights, you say? But we've never heard of any such Knights before. Are you sure you're not just passing through?
John: Yes, we're sure. Our mission for the Kingdom is very important.
Blizzard rolls his eyes at John's lies but decides not to say anything, hoping that they can get some useful information from the villagers.
Just as John was about to continue his boastful speech, a distant noise from the nearby wheat field caught their attention. The sound grew louder, and soon, a group of mounted knights clad in shining iron armor emerged from the golden sea of wheat. The villagers gasped, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion.
The knights rode upon sturdy horses, their armor gleaming under the sunlight. Their swords were securely sheathed at their sides, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. As they approached the village, their expressions shifted from anticipation to confusion.
One of the knights, the apparent leader, dismounted from his horse and walked towards John and Blizzard. He studied them with a furrowed brow, scanning their peculiar weapons and attire.
One of the knights, who appeared to be the leader, spoke up.
Knight's Leader: What is the meaning of this? (He demanded, his voice laced with authority, and, looking around at the peaceful village.) We received word that this village was under attack by monstrous creatures, yet we find no sign of them.
John grinned, relishing the attention once again.
John: Ah, my good sir, fear not. We are heroes of a different caliber. We vanquished those creatures with our mighty Keyblades, saving the village from imminent doom. (He gestured towards Blizzard, who simply shook his head, slightly amused by John's exaggeration.)
The knight's confusion deepened.
Knight's Leader: Keyblades, you say? I have never heard of such a weapon. (He turned to his fellow knights, who shared a collective look of bewilderment.) Have any of you heard of these... Keyblades? (He asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.)
The knights exchanged perplexed glances, shaking their heads in unison. It was evident that the concept of Keyblades was foreign to them. The leader of the knights turned his attention back to John and Blizzard, his skepticism evident in his gaze.
John stepped forward, trying to maintain his composure.
John: We are here as special knights, hired by Camelot to protect this village from the Heartless. We were just finishing up when you arrived.
Knight's Leader: I find your claims hard to believe. What is your true purpose here?
John stepped forward again, trying to keep the lie going.
John: Of course you haven't. We're part of a secret organization, tasked with protecting the world from darkness. It's better if you don't know too much about us.
The knights exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure of what to make of the two strangers before them.
As the leader of the knights drawn out his sword and prepared to arrest John and Blizzard, a voice rang out in the distance, interrupting the tense atmosphere.
Voice: WAIT! STOP!
The commanding tone and urgency in the voice caught everyone's attention, causing the knights to pause in their tracks.
Voice: Keyblade you say? That is a term I haven't heard in a long time.
Moments later, a middle-aged man clad in priestly robes emerged from the crowd, making his way towards the scene.
The priest approached the leader of the knights, his voice filled with conviction.
Priest: Hold your actions, Sir Robert. These travelers might not be who you think they are. I believe there is more to this situation than meets the eye.
Sir Robert, the leader of the knights, frowned but gave the priest a respectful nod.
The leader of the Knights spoke up.
Sir Robert: Father, these strangers are carrying a strange weapon in the shape of a key that we have never seen before. We cannot simply trust them and risk the safety of the kingdom.
The Priest turned his attention to John and Blizzard, studying them intently.
Priest: These individuals may be peculiar and unfamiliar to our land, but I sense no malice within them. There is a reason they wield those unique weapons and speak of comatose Keyblade wielders. And there is no presence of Heartless as it seem, we must hear them out before passing any judgment.
The Knights looked at each other in confusion, wondering how this Priest knew about the Heartless attacks. The leader of the Knights then said.
Sir Robert: Father, forgive me, but how could you know about the Heartless?
The Priest smiled.
Priest: I may be a servant of the King, but I am also a man of faith. I have been studying the legends and prophecies, and I believe that these travelers might be the ones we have been waiting for.
Sir Robert's skepticism persisted, but he allowed Father Marcus to continue. The priest turned to John and Blizzard, addressing them directly.
Priest: Speak your purpose, travelers. Why have you come to Camelot, and what do you seek within our kingdom?
John: We are travelers from another land, and we are searching for a Keyblade Wielder who may be in this world.
Blizzard: We were told that this world is locked away from the others, so we came here to find the keyhole of this world, in order to unlock it.
Priest: I see. Well, you have come to the right place. I am a servant of the King, and I have knowledge of the Keyblade Wielders who once lived in the real world. Follow me to the castle, and I will tell you what I know.
John: Thank you, sir. We appreciate your help.
Blizzard: (whispering to John) That was lucky. I didn't think our cover would work for very long.
The Knights still seemed skeptical, but the Priest's words had a calming effect on them. However, when they noticed the Dream Eater, they immediately fell off their horses in terror, believing it to be a demon.
The leader of the Knights struggled to get back up.
Sir Robert: Wh-what manner of a demon is this? We cannot allow it to stay here!
The priest once again tried to calm them down.
Priest: No, no, my childrens, this is not a demon. It is a Dream Eater, a creature that feeds on bad dreams and protects its master. It is a friend, not a foe.
The Knights were still hesitant, but the Priest's words seemed to have eased their fears a bit. They looked at each other, uncertain of what to do next.
John couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as the knights fell off their horses in terror at the sight of the Dream Eater of Blizzard. He covered his mouth with his hand to try and hide his amusement.
John: I'm sorry (He said, trying to contain his laughter.) It's just that... it's just a Dream Eater. They're not dangerous.
Blizzard, too, found the knights' reaction amusing.
Blizzard: I guess they've never seen a Dream Eater before. (He said with a smirk.)
The knights, meanwhile, were slowly getting back on their feet, still eyeing Dream Eater warily. The leader of the knights cleared his throat and addressed John and Blizzard.
Sir Robert: Forgive us (He said, sounding embarrassed.) We are not accustomed to such... magic creatures. But we must ask again, who are you and what is the meaning of those weapons you carry?
Blizzard took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the weight of his past experiences as he began to explain.
Blizzard: Sir Robert and honorable knights, I understand that my words may sound strange and difficult to comprehend. Allow me to share with you the informations I have known so far.
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
Blizzard: I, Blizzard, awakened from a deep slumber that lasted for 118 years. I was brought back to consciousness by my faithful Dream Eater companion. Before my artificial death, a cataclysmic event known as the Keyblade War occurred, where many, many childrens including me wielding Keyblades clashed in a battle against those who used the darkness instead, we were all forced to sacrifice our life and shatter and locking the universe in pieces, that reshaped the very fabric of existence to stop the darkness.
Blizzard's voice carried a mix of sorrow and determination as he continued.
Blizzard: This war was fought against the Heartless, dark creatures that devour the hearts of worlds and the Nobodies, beings born from those who have lost their hearts. The Keyblade wielders, like myself and John, were entrusted with the duty to protect the light and restore the links between the Locked Worlds.
The Knights still look confused, but the Priest nods in understanding. John then adds.
John: We are searching for any surviving Keyblade Wielders who may have been put into a comatose state during the war. We believe that they may hold the key to preventing another war like that from happening again.
The Knights still look skeptical, but the Priest speaks up.
Priest: I have heard of these Keyblade Wielders from the King's library. If what you say is true, then we should help you in your search.
The Knights finally agree to help, and with the Knight's and the Priest escorting them, the trio all set out towards the Kingdom's library to gather more information.