“Good, you’re here at last. Can you walk?”
You take a step forward, as if to confirm the voice’s suspicions, and you look around. The birds are long gone and only darkness surrounds you. Where could the voice be coming from?
“It’s alright.” It continues, reassuring you. “All is well at the moment, but your entire world has been lost to darkness. It is not the first or the last world to perish. The darkness will soon overcome everything…but that doesn’t mean your existence will come to an end. No, instead…it will be the beginning of your journey.”
For some reason, you aren’t alarmed to this news. While worries do poke the back of your head, you feel that you need to listen; you remain quiet, hoping for more explanation, though your eyes return to the silhouettes.
“You will learn who they are once you and I meet.” The voice continued. “Yes, we will meet…you and several others, in fact. Your destinies have become intertwined, you see, though not all of you may be allies. Still, it will be…interesting to see who ends up where. For sometimes even the gentlest soul may give in to the darkness, and the person with the most secrets ends up having the brightest light.”
Those words have your thoughts buzzing again, though the sound of glass cracking catches your attention. You look down, and to your horror, you realize the ground is breaking. You try your best to remain steady, but even when you are still it continues to crack.
“There is no need to be afraid.“ It says to you. “For now you will join the others, and myself, to the world where those scattered from their homes meet. Until then, farewell.”
Your body drops through the glass, falling once more. The scattered remains of the floor glow around you. You feel a warmth, despite your situation. Another voice calls to you, this one much gentler then the first, but you can’t quite understand what it’s saying. The glass pieces dissipate into light, temporarily blinding you, and just as you feel yourself fade away, the gentle voice speaks once again:
“You’re my only hope.”
The night told of few stars in the night sky, with one in particular flickering. A black haired man was at the cafe at this time, a drink before him, though his attention was given to that particular, flickering star. His blue eyes watched it warily, showing no surprise once the light faded. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. Once more, another world lost to the darkness. How long would this continue?
"Would you like another?" A waitress asked him, temporarily distracting him.
He shook his head, placing the munny needed to pay on the table. "No, thank you. I had best be off." He responded kindly. He began to walk, though to where exactly, he was uncertain--he let his Keyblade lead him. No longer would he wait around, he had grieved long enough for his fallen world. Vengeance was not the name of it, no, it was in the name of justice that he decided to act.
He summoned his Keyblade, a bright light enveloping his hands as he did so, and pointed it at the sky. From it, a bright light shined, and it soared into the sky. The light then scattered, spreading throughout Traverse Town. Whoever owned a brother or sister to his weapon--that is to say, his fellow Keyblade Wielders--would receive this light, and it would lead them to him.
For now, he would wait.
The shops were closed; rarely was there ever a soul in the Second District. Still, she could feel several lights and darknesses in this world. The pink haired girl was certain as she sat atop the bell tower--after all, she only came here because she felt them, too. Still, an even greater darkness lurked nearby, but where was it coming from? It was close; she could feel her own heart's light shrinking away from it.
She would not find one of the chosen ones here, no. But then, where should she go next? At that moment, she noticed a bright light shoot into the sky. She stared at it, watching it dissipate and scatter. "Monico..." She voiced, somewhat surprised, but he wasn't her concern at the moment. She then dropped down, and pulled on the rope. The bell began to toll, beckoning the attention of whoever was around. Surely, she would catch their attention this way.
"Gather around, little ones, it's rude to keep people waiting."
Maleficent turned to the source of the voice, the slightest frown on her face. "Kerra." She stated the girl's name as she approached her. "Did I not give you a task?" She firmly reminded her.
The black haired girl gave a shrug in response, placing on hand on her hip as she stared back at her so-called mistress, so to speak. Of course she did, that didn't mean she had to go and do it right this second. "I wanted to greet the little ones. They should know who's in charge." Kerra responded quite nonchalantly, though she gave a somewhat uncharacteristic chipper smile. "It's not fair that you get to have all the fun."
"To those who would wish to control the darkness, it is an opportunity and it is done by will." Maleficent spoke. "My dear child, if you want something, you have to pay the price."
"Yeah, but hunting down a bunch of prissy princesses isn't any fun at all." Kerra pouted. "Besides, I already got one, remember? Or did you forget all my hard work of unlocking the keyhole so that the darkness could consume the world?"
The two were of the same path, but clearly did not understand one another. No, the young girl was much too wild, too chaotic. She was difficult to please, and would rather wreck a town then actually do something that was important. Maleficent actually admired that, but with such power, she had specifically asked her to do one thing, and the child insisted on going against her orders. The Mistress of all Evil preferred to be discreet, to corrupt, to be patient. Kerra had no idea why anyone would go through all that trouble when all you needed to do was fight to get your way.
Alas, the two would still work together--with Maleficent reminding Kerra exactly who was in charge.
"Fine, whatever, you win." Kerra waved her hands in defeat, opening up a Dark Corridor. "I'm moving on, then. Be sure to give the little ones my love, will you?"
Once she had disappeared, Maleficent turned to more...important matters. Several lost souls had made their way to this world, the place where everyone went that had lost their world. Whether it was luck, skill, or whatever, they would end up here, in Traverse Town. Some were like Kerra, gifted with an affinity for darkness, and Maleficent would go to greet them.
She actually looked forward to it.
