Blizzard swing down his Keyblade, Frostbite, in an attempt to strike down the small Heartless surrounding him. However, his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, lacking the finesse and skill he once possessed. He stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet, as he tried to regain his balance.
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) Alright, here goes nothing!
His first swing missed the mark completely, causing the many Heartless to dodge out of the way with ease. Blizzard stumbled forward, momentarily off balance.
Dream Eater: (facepalming) Oh boy...
Undeterred, Blizzard regained his footing and tried a different approach. He lunged forward, attempting a thrust with his Keyblade. However, his aim was off, and he ended up stabbing at thin air, narrowly missing the Heartless.
Blizzard: (frustrated) Come on, Frostbite! Work with me here!
Dream Eater: (watching, exasperated) Blizzard, focus! You're swinging your Keyblade like a wild boulder! Remember, precision and timing are crucial!
Blizzard took a moment to collect himself, his grip on Frostbite tightening. He tried to tune out the distractions around him and tapped into the dormant warrior instincts within. With a newfound determination, he launched a flurry of strikes, trying different techniques and combinations.
Dream Eater: (shaking its large rounded head) This is embarrassing. You used to be so skilled, so graceful with your movements. What happened to the warrior I knew?
Some of his strikes were clumsy, but others managed to hit their mark, causing the small Heartless to scatter and vanish. Blizzard's movements began to gain more fluidity as he tapped into muscle memory, his swings becoming more precise and powerful with each passing moment.
Blizzard: (with a mix of excitement and relief) Yes! I'm getting the hang of this again!
Dream Eater: (smiling) That's the spirit, Blizzard! Keep it up!
The Heartless are fast and agile, but Blizzard is able to keep up with them, his keyblade striking true and destroying them one by one. His Dream Eater provides backup, firing off magical attacks and assisting in taking down the remaining Heartless.
After a few minutes of intense fighting, the last Heartless falls to the ground, dissipating into melting particle of darkness. .Blizzard stood there, catching his breath, a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion coursing through him... He sheathes his keyblade out of existence in light particles as if his right arm was casting it aside, and turns to his Dream Eater, thanking him for his help.
Blizzard realizes that he must be more careful, as there might be more dangerous enemies lurking in the shadows. He decides to continue his exploration of the city, but with a heightened sense of caution.
Blizzard: (panting) Whew... That was tougher than I thought. But I'm getting there. I can feel it.
Dream Eater: (nodding approvingly) Indeed, Blizzard. Your skills are returning, and with each battle, you'll grow stronger! {This is embarrassing, this will take some times...}
As Blizzard continued his exploration of the city, he encountered more Heartless and Nobodies, each one seeming more powerful and aggressive than the last. He realized that this was only the beginning, and that the darkness had taken hold of the world in a way that he had never seen before.
Despite his skill and determination, Blizzard found himself facing overwhelming odds. As he fought his way through wave after wave of enemies, he began to wonder if he would ever be able to turn the tide.
But even as he struggled, Blizzard refused to give up. He knew that he was the only one who could save this world, and he would not rest until he had driven the darkness back and restored hope to those who had been forced to flee.
With every victory, Blizzard felt his resolve growing stronger. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he also knew that he was up to the challenge. And so, he pressed on, his heart filled with determination and his Keyblade at the ready.
Blizzard and his Dream Eater noticed a Building in fine condition in the distance, and they both decided to approach it. As they arrived, they saw a group of humans pointing their assault rifles at them.
Blizzard: Whoa, hold on there! I come in peace.
Armed Guard 1: W-What the?! You're a Keyblade wielder! How did you survive all this time?
Blizzard: I was sealed away in the Royal Burial Chamber for 118 years. I woke up recently.
Armed Guard 1: That's impossible! There were only 50 of you, and you were all unconscious!
Blizzard: I don't know how I survived. All I know is that I'm here to fight against the darkness.
Suddenly, a man with the same outfit as these armed guards exit the Buildings and calls them, they lower their guns, it seems to be the Leader of this resistance, the look on his face, such charisma.
He looks like a man of average height and build, with a rugged yet charismatic appearance. He has short dark brown hair that is neatly styled and slightly tousled. His facial features are sharp and well-defined, with a hint of stubble on his chin and a confident expression in his eyes.
He wears a fitted, olive-green tactical uniform. The uniform is adorned with various patches and insignias, representing his rank and affiliation. The fabric is durable and designed for mobility, allowing him to move swiftly on the battlefield.
He also possesses a bulletproof vest over his uniform, offering additional protection. The vest is equipped with multiple pockets and pouches, carrying essential supplies and ammunition. The vest's dark color contrasts with the uniform, accentuating the man presence.
This man seems to carries himself with an air of confidence and purpose. He moves with a combination of agility and caution, reflecting his experience in navigating treacherous situations. His presence exudes a sense of mystery and intrigue
For Blizzard, this man almost looks like a Character from a Certain Video Game, if it's had been not for the Military Outfit, but he can't remember why...
?: Wait! Let me handle this. You're the Keyblade wielder that was sealed in the Royal Burial Chamber? We thought you were just a legend.
Blizzard: Your accent, it almost sound like Spanish...
?: Uh? Anyway, can you answer my question kid?
Blizzard: I assure you. I'm real.
John: I'm John, the leader of this large group. We've been fighting against the Heartless and Nobodies for four years now. We could use someone with your skills.
Blizzard: I'll do what I can to help. But first, can you tell me more about what's been happening?
John: The darkness broke inside our world four years ago, and we've been fighting to protect what's left of humanity ever since. But we won't give up. Not while there's still hope.
Blizzard: I understand. I'll do everything in that i can.
As they talked, the humans began to remember Blizzard as the boy who was put in the Royal Burial Chamber 118 years ago as one of the 50 unconscious Keyblade wielders.
Armed Man 3: I remember now! You're that boy who was sealed away in that royal crypt by our grand parents 118 years ago! How did you manage to wake up?
Blizzard: This is a complicated story. But I'm here now, and I'm ready to fight.
John: You know, if you really can use a Keyblade, you could solve this situation.
Blizzard: I see. It seems like I have to act fast to stop the spread of the darkness.
John: Indeed. It's been a struggle to survive since the darkness appeared. We've been holding on, but it's getting harder every day. We could really use a Keyblade Wielder like you to help us out.
Blizzard: I'll do what I can to stop the darkness from spreading any further. But first, I need to find out what's going on and how I can help.
John: We have some information that might be useful. There have been reports of strange sightings in the nearby forest. It's possible that it's related to the darkness.
Blizzard: Thank you, I'll investigate the forest and see if I can find anything. But before I go, can you tell me more about the Keyblade War?
John: Certainly. It was a devastating conflict that happened 118 years ago. The world was shattered into pieces, and the survivors were forced to rebuild. according to the legends. Many Keyblade Wielders died in the war, and only a total of fifty remains to this day. You were one of the fifty who was put in the Royal Burial Chamber to sleep until the world was in danger once more.
Blizzard: I see. It's a tragedy that so many lives were lost. But I won't let their sacrifice be in vain. I'll do my best to stop the darkness and restore peace to the world.
Blizzard listened intently as John explained the situation.
Blizzard: So weapons can only take out the Heartless and Nobodies temporarily? (Blizzard asked.)
John: That's right (John replied.) They'll just keep coming back unless a Keyblade Wielder takes them out for good. And we haven't had any of those for 118 years.
Blizzard nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Blizzard: I see. And what about Dream Eaters? Have you seen any of those around?
John looked surprised.
John: Dream Eaters? You mean those creatures? I've only heard about them in legends and books. Are they real?
Blizzard smiled.
Blizzard: Yes, they are. And this one (He gestured to his Dream Eater.) is my partner. He's been helping me since I woke up.
John looked at the Dream Eater in amazement.
John: Some kind of Plushie that look like a Cat and that can talk too? Well, I'll be. I never thought I'd see one in person. But what can they do?
Blizzard explained
Blizzard: As far as i know. Dream Eaters can fight the Heartless and Nobodies alongside Keyblade Wielders. They're powerful allies to have.
John nodded thoughtfully.
John: I see. We could certainly use all the help we can get in this world. You and your Dream Eater are welcome here, but be careful. The Heartless and Nobodies are everywhere.
Suddenly, Blizzard felt a sparkle in his head. It's like he got an idea in the middle of this situation.
Blizzard: John, can I ask you for a favor?
John: Sure, what is it?
Blizzard: I want to test out a theory. Can you touch my Keyblade?
John: Touch your Keyblade? Why?
Blizzard: It might have some effects later on, maybe in days or weeks. Can you do it?
John: Uh, I guess so.
(John hesitantly touches the Keyblade)
John: I don't feel any different. What was that supposed to do?
Blizzard: Just a test. Thanks for helping me out.
John: Okay... So what's the next step?
Blizzard: I need to know more about this world. Have you seen anything strange or unusual lately?
John: Well, besides the Heartless and Nobodies, there was a crazy psychopath in the forest. In an encounter in the past, he nearly killed my squad and me once, but left us alive while having a crazy speech about godhood and stuff, he also likes to call himself 'The Lunatic' last time he was spotted on camera footage. He was seeing running in the forest. He's covered in a hooded cloak of both black and white, like the First Quarter of the Moon, and he has a God complex. He thinks he's invincible and talks about games and the worlds.
Blizzard: Uhhuh? A psychopath? Godhood? Intriguing... Do you know where he is?
John: Are your ears properly working? I already told you, but fine. He's in the forest to the east. But be careful, he's dangerous.
Blizzard: Thanks for the warning. I'll keep that in mind.
Dream Eater: Blizzard?
Blizzard: What is it?
(Blizzard then crouched to the size of his Dream Eater, then it got closer and whispered to his ears.)
Blizzard: This is rather unexpected, my Dream Eater has just informed me that there's something special about you, John.
John: What? Me? What do you mean?
Blizzard: I'm not sure yet, but we'll figure it out. For now, let's head to the forest and see what we can find.
As Blizzard and his Dream Eater exit the Building of John and his Resistance with the remaining Humans trying to survive, the camera pans to John, and he looks down at his hand.
John: I feel a little weird (He says to his armed men.) Maybe it's nothing.
His armed men are fascinated by the fact that one of the 50 unconscious Keyblade wielders that inhabit their locked world has awakened from their 118-year-old slumber.
Armed Man 2: Finally, there's some hope! (One of them exclaims.)
But John is not so sure.
John: It's been 118 years without any real Keyblade wielders (He says.) I don't know if one person can make a difference against the darkness that's taken over.
The armed men look at each other, unsure of what to do.
Armed Guard 1: We'll have to wait and see (One of them says.) But at least we have a fighting chance now.
Blizzard and his Dream Eater continued to explore the city in search of any sign of the individual in a hooded cloak of white and black that John mentioned.
Blizzard: We should keep our eyes peeled for any suspicious activity. The longer we stay here, the more danger we're in.
Dream Eater: Agreed, Blizzard. But we must also be cautious of our surroundings. This place is in ruins, and we never know what might collapse on us.
As they continued their search, a sudden crash caught their attention. A nearby building had collapsed, and Blizzard quickly dashed out of the way to avoid being crushed.