Lucian tossed and turned in his bed all night. He couldn’t explain what it was, but a strange sense of dread kept him from sleeping. He sat up, and walked towards the window. There was a storm going on outside, but this was obviously no ordinary storm. He could see flashes of purple and black lightning illuminating the night sky, and in the distance, a dark orb hovered over the Paopu Fruit Tree they had all just been under.
His eyes went wide, and Lucian immediately threw on his shoes, and sprinted out the door without a second thought. As he ran towards the beach, a cluster of small, black creatures slithered out of the darkness, their glowing yellow eyes piercing through the shadows. The same creatures he’d seen in his dream, only now they were very real.
Immediately, the heartless turned their attention towards Lucian. Their clawed hands reaching for his heart, instinct kicked in. He grabbed a branch lying nearby, holding it like a makeshift sword. “Stay back!” he shouted, swinging wildly as the first Heartless lunged at him. The branch passed through the creature harmlessly, and it retaliated with a swipe that sent him stumbling backward.
Panic rose in his chest. The branch isn’t enough. “I can’t fight them like this!” He swung again, trying to keep them at bay, but the Heartless kept coming, surrounding him.
Then, deep within his heart, he felt it—a familiar warmth, the same feeling he’d experienced in his dream. A voice echoed in his mind, calm and steady. “The light is within you. Call to it. Trust in your heart.”
Lucian closed his eyes, clutching the branch tightly as the Heartless closed in. He focused on the feeling, the light he could feel deep inside, and the desire to protect his friends. He wasn’t going to let the darkness win—not here, not now.
A brilliant light erupted from his hands, forcing the Heartless to recoil. When he opened his eyes, the branch was gone, replaced by a shimmering weapon Lucian had never seen before. Its intricate gold and blue design shined even in the darkness of the storm, and Lucian felt stronger holding it.
The Heartless hesitated for a moment, as if recognizing the weapon, but Lucian didn’t wait. He charged forward, swinging the Keyblade with newfound confidence. Each strike landed with precision, and the Heartless dissolved into wisps of shadowy mist.
When the last of the creatures faded, Lucian lowered the Keyblade, his chest heaving. “It’s real,” he murmured, staring at the weapon in his hands. “The dream… it’s all real.” He was filled with a new resolve.
"Hoshi! Lucian! Levi! Morgan! Where are you!?" He heard Alias’ voice shout.
Lucian ran in that direction. “Hold on, I’m coming!”
His eyes went wide, and Lucian immediately threw on his shoes, and sprinted out the door without a second thought. As he ran towards the beach, a cluster of small, black creatures slithered out of the darkness, their glowing yellow eyes piercing through the shadows. The same creatures he’d seen in his dream, only now they were very real.
Immediately, the heartless turned their attention towards Lucian. Their clawed hands reaching for his heart, instinct kicked in. He grabbed a branch lying nearby, holding it like a makeshift sword. “Stay back!” he shouted, swinging wildly as the first Heartless lunged at him. The branch passed through the creature harmlessly, and it retaliated with a swipe that sent him stumbling backward.
Panic rose in his chest. The branch isn’t enough. “I can’t fight them like this!” He swung again, trying to keep them at bay, but the Heartless kept coming, surrounding him.
Then, deep within his heart, he felt it—a familiar warmth, the same feeling he’d experienced in his dream. A voice echoed in his mind, calm and steady. “The light is within you. Call to it. Trust in your heart.”
Lucian closed his eyes, clutching the branch tightly as the Heartless closed in. He focused on the feeling, the light he could feel deep inside, and the desire to protect his friends. He wasn’t going to let the darkness win—not here, not now.
A brilliant light erupted from his hands, forcing the Heartless to recoil. When he opened his eyes, the branch was gone, replaced by a shimmering weapon Lucian had never seen before. Its intricate gold and blue design shined even in the darkness of the storm, and Lucian felt stronger holding it.
The Heartless hesitated for a moment, as if recognizing the weapon, but Lucian didn’t wait. He charged forward, swinging the Keyblade with newfound confidence. Each strike landed with precision, and the Heartless dissolved into wisps of shadowy mist.
When the last of the creatures faded, Lucian lowered the Keyblade, his chest heaving. “It’s real,” he murmured, staring at the weapon in his hands. “The dream… it’s all real.” He was filled with a new resolve.
"Hoshi! Lucian! Levi! Morgan! Where are you!?" He heard Alias’ voice shout.
Lucian ran in that direction. “Hold on, I’m coming!”