Text The Twists of Fate

[UnstableInsanity 4]

This story takes place in a desolate future. In this future, when Sora and his crew attempted to take on a melded form of Xemnas, Master Xehanort, and Ansem SOD they were defeated. They and their enemy were sent into darkness. But the consequences of their battle did not only affect themselves. The whole universe, Dark, Light, and In Between, have been shifted. The fragile balance that had been achieved is now in chaos. And from chaos arises a new threat.

 

The only ones capable of taking this threat on a group of kids who have never even heard of Keyblades.

 

Prologue

It was night, or rather morning had yet to start. The darkness just lasted. A castled stood

in the middle of nowhere. A skinny path broken and nonexistent in some parts. The doors hung ajar. The white rooms where undisturbed in the most part. It was quiet.

 

Then in an instant the calm was broken. A tremor shook the castle, and inside the largest room the white floors became a swirling mass of black and deep purple. Climbing from the darkness like demons from Hell were, people. Some fell, unable to stand. This was their first steps on solid ground for quite some time. Others strode forward goals already inside their minds and their beloved already in their hearts. For many they had been lost for so long that any semblance of humanity had disappeared. Instead they roamed on arms and legs like animals, darkness dripping off their bodies like blood.

 

One man strode forward from the pit of darkness. He stood proud and strong. His cloak was that of pure black, a hood covering his head. His arms stretched out and reached forward; fingers grasping the air. Every person who had just risen from the abyss froze. The man raised his arms, lowered them and began chanting. The bodies, all the people who had just rose from the darkness, swayed in time perfectly together. As the man finished they all collapsed like puppets whose strings were cut. Without another word the man walked forward, boots thudding loudly on the white floors, echoing and echoing.

He walked and walked, passing hallways and closed doors, finally reaching his destination. A room in once called the Chamber of Waking. The room was empty. Only one large chair sat in the middle, chains floating, covering everything. The man stepped toward the piece of furniture as if to take a seat. Instead, he raised his arm high, and in a flash of light a Keyblade appeared in his grasp. The hilt was black, the rest of the blade a mixture of white and gray, as if darkness was straining to stain the rest of it. The man walked behind the chair and thrust the Keyblade forward. A Keyhole blinked into existence. Its glow was dim and flickering. As the Keyblade and Keyhole met a bright light engulfed the whole place. The castle and the dark fringes surrounding it.

 

The white walls flickered between a white, and a group of colors. A real castle, a place that hadn’t been laid eyes upon in a long time flashed into existence. There was quiet, then a loud screech. The sound of something breaking. The man removed his Keyblade and turned to examine his handy-work. The castle was now an abomination. The chains did not disappear; instead they hung broken and ruined from what they once locked. The walls, floors, and ceilings now a mixture of white and black, undecided. The man took a seat on the throne and whispered under his breath.

 

The bodies that lay on the floor rose and began to walk. They found their way to the man’s chair and stood before him. With a flick of his hand they bowed before his throne.

 

“This is my army. The army of the Fallen,” the man declared. The bowing bodies yelled and screamed. The sound was bitter and painful. One woman in the front row shed a tear. The glittering drop rolled down her face wetting the tips of her bright blue hair.

 

 

Hope you liked it. Chapter 1 coming soon!

 

 

 

 

 

[ssceles 134]

Demented! But generally, I like it. I like the idea of a shifted reality. You definitely have a way with words - it paints and it sings. I'll repeat again, its on the demented side, but that's probably why I like it.

[UnstableInsanity 4]

Thanks for the compliment. Demented is good! That means it's interesting! Or at least I hope. Well, here's the next segment of the story!

Chapter One

The newly transformed Castle Chaos radiated swirls of black, gray and white to the area around it.

The tendrils morphed and curled devouring everything in their path. Transforming the normal starry sky into an abyss of darkness. The end was past it beginning.

 

However thousands of miles away, a small world was spinning nonchalantly, unaware of the sure destruction coming its way. All of its occupants continuing on in their normal lives. One group of teens more than others. The “heroes” of this story were busy playing, ignorant of the disaster waiting to strike.

 

“You tired yet?” The question was directed by a slight black haired girl. Her hair was tugged into three pony-tails, eyes glittering, and two twin knives rested in her hands. The question was to a large thick boy. His hair was a dirty brown, eyes matching, an overlarge axe rested against his back, and drips of sweat ran from his face.

 

“I’m fine Syri, I just hope you can keep up,” he laughed, trying to playoff his obvious defeat. Syri giggled, tossing knife perilously from hand to hand. The points flying dangerously close to her face before being plucked from the air. The light joy in her eyes flashed, and she darted toward the boy. In seconds she was behind him, knife at his throat.

 

“Really Chrys. Do you want to get hurt?”

 

Chrys glared ahead, “I’m not the one who’s going to get hurt,” he retorted.

 

“Oh really?”

 

Before Chrys could reply Syri had released her hold on him. Before he could get comfortable she swung around and kicked him in the back. The large kid fell; face forward into the grass.

 

A loud booming laugh added to the muffled thud. It came from the tree above the pair. Or more accurately the girl sitting on the highest limb of the tree. She swung her legs, gazing down at the scene below her. Syri paused in her attack.

 

“Sorry, sorry! Carry on! Just pretend like I’m not here,” the girl tutted.

 

Syri rolled her eyes and put a foot on Chyrs’s back, he gasped in response

 

“And why would we do that Veri,” Syri asked dryly.

 

“Because,” Veri replied as she swung from her branch, “I...am your best friend.” She slipped from the branch and landed without a sound in front of them. Her firey red hair danced in the wind like a live flame.

 

“Tired of showing off now?”

 

Veri didn’t bother to turn. She already knew who it was. “No. Are you tired of being out-done Leo?”

 

The dirty blonde stepped out from behind the tree Veri had just vacated. His mouth was twisted into a grimace, blue eyes cloudy. “I’m never out-done. You just never give me a chance to—“

 

“Guys!”

 

The four turned from each other to see another one of their friends running towards them. His long legs propelled him to a stop in front of Leo. His long blue-black hair was in dissarray flying in fron of his flushed face.

 

“What is it Boe?” Veri asked. Her jovial mood fell fast seeing his anxious face. Before he could get a word in a coughing fit struck him. He clutched his knees. Desperately his chest fell up and down trying to regain oxygen.

 

“I can’t find Tricia anywhere," he gasped

 

“What do you mean?! She was with you,” Veri demanded

 

“I know, I know. But she ran off to go get us some sodas and I waited and waited. But she never came back! I went and looked for her, but I can’t find her anywhere!”

 

Leo swallowed, and offered a weak smile, “She coulda just ditched ‘ya. Girls’ll be girls,”

 

Syri swiftly punched him in the arm.

 

“Ow!”

 

Ignoring Leo she walked forward, “Where did you last see her?”

 

“I told you. She went off to get—“

 

“Where,” Syri’s voice was cold and firm. She stared Boe down so heavily all he could do was look away.

 

“The shops by Turnal’s Peaks,” he answered sullenly.

 

Chrys grunted and Leo reached a hand down to him. With his assistance Chrys stood, “Are we gonna look for her or what?”

 

Veri opened her mouth, but before she could say the words on her tongue a scream echoed through the valley. The group all froze, but didn’t turn toward the sound. See it was coming from everywhere.

Their whole world seemed to produce the screech. Syri looked up, and gasped. The sky, normally a beautiful slathering of red, yellows, and oranges, was bleeding. The sun looked…cracked. Its rays dimming, the sphere broken. Vicious red streaks were emerging from it. The ground shook and Boe almost fell, grabbed at the last second by Syri.

 

“What, what’s happening,” Chrys whispered. His eyes were filled with fear.

 

“This is bad,” Syri murmured. Her eyes were steely and calculating

 

Leo didn’t speak, too overwhelmed for words.

 

“We have to find Tricia!” Boe screamed. His eyes were frantic and crazed.

 

“Calm down, calm down! We’ll find her. Don’t worry,” Veri hushed. Her emerald green eyes flashed, but remained quiet.

 

“Guys, we can’t just stand here!”

 

Leo snapped out of his stupor first, “You’re right. C’mon! Chrys, we have to go!”

 

Just then a hiss filled the air. A black dot in the sky was getting bigger and bigger. Syri was the only one with enough sense to recognize it for what it was.

 

“Move,” she screamed. The group dispersed, and the black mound of rock slammed into the ground directly where they once stood.

 

The group quietly watched it in horror. The thing wasn’t just earth; it looked like a piece of road. A burning ember fell from it. Except it wasn’t an ember. It was a hand. The flames had devoured the flesh, leaving pale white bone. In seconds that too was taken.

 

Silence. Horrible eerie silence.

 

This was the end of their world.

 

More to come soon!