Hey. Just something quick I threw together. If you like it and want me to continue, let me know, because im not sure if i'll continue or simply leave it now.
An Idea I had in a disccusion earlier, but only just decided to explore.
Where am I?
He shakily stands, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, and steadys his breathing. The enormous building that towers before him houses a large screen, which shows nothing but static.
Why am I here? What is this place?
Just as suddenly as the man appeared, the ground around him turns black, dozens of creatures protruding their twisted form from the seemingly solid earth. Unfazed, the man calmly looks upon them, the creatures suddenly rushing at him with an open hostility. As they are to connect, a pack of jerky, white creatures in coats appear and destroy the heartless with a flick of their limbs. Landing in a circle around the man, they merely stand, eyes fixated on his form.
"Why... Do I not feel?" He mutters, the creatures simply shrieking as they rush off toward an unknown destination together.
Follow us. A voice is heard within the man's head, as if the creature's beckon him. As if he can understand them. Unflinching, he walks after their bounding movements, hoping they will lead him to an answer. Any answer. Delivering him to the cusp of a cliff, he looks toward the night sky, a gigantic castle stands above all else. The white creatures cover the castle, slowly building it into existance, little more a general shape currently visible.
We have been waiting for you my Lord. The voice speaks, You are the same as us. Yet very different.
"The same as yo-?" The man speaks, before a voice from behind cuts him at mid-sentence.
"Xehanort!"
Spinning around, the silver haired man's eyes lay directly at his pursuer. A man of similar size, his long hair tied back in a ponytail, black with a hint of grey atop his skull. A distinctive scar running down his cheek, an eyepatch covering his right eye, he carries a troublesome smile as he wanders toward the cliff.
"No... That name." The silver haired man replies, "I am Xehanort no longer. Just as you are not Braig."
"Then who have we become?" The second man asks, looking up at the castle.
"I think the question we should ask is... What have we become?"
An Idea I had in a disccusion earlier, but only just decided to explore.
Advent Darkness
Chapter 1: Re/Birth
Panting. Sweating. The man kneels, head slunk down, his arms pressed firmly against the ground. As he leans back, pushing himself into a sitting position, his waving silver hair blows in the gentle wind. A darkness surrounds him, his golden eyes piercing the entire area around him. A deep city, teeming with heartless, surrounds him in every direction. In the sky, there is nothing: No stars, no clouds, no moon.
Where am I?
He shakily stands, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, and steadys his breathing. The enormous building that towers before him houses a large screen, which shows nothing but static.
Why am I here? What is this place?
Just as suddenly as the man appeared, the ground around him turns black, dozens of creatures protruding their twisted form from the seemingly solid earth. Unfazed, the man calmly looks upon them, the creatures suddenly rushing at him with an open hostility. As they are to connect, a pack of jerky, white creatures in coats appear and destroy the heartless with a flick of their limbs. Landing in a circle around the man, they merely stand, eyes fixated on his form.
"Why... Do I not feel?" He mutters, the creatures simply shrieking as they rush off toward an unknown destination together.
Follow us. A voice is heard within the man's head, as if the creature's beckon him. As if he can understand them. Unflinching, he walks after their bounding movements, hoping they will lead him to an answer. Any answer. Delivering him to the cusp of a cliff, he looks toward the night sky, a gigantic castle stands above all else. The white creatures cover the castle, slowly building it into existance, little more a general shape currently visible.
We have been waiting for you my Lord. The voice speaks, You are the same as us. Yet very different.
"The same as yo-?" The man speaks, before a voice from behind cuts him at mid-sentence.
"Xehanort!"
Spinning around, the silver haired man's eyes lay directly at his pursuer. A man of similar size, his long hair tied back in a ponytail, black with a hint of grey atop his skull. A distinctive scar running down his cheek, an eyepatch covering his right eye, he carries a troublesome smile as he wanders toward the cliff.
"No... That name." The silver haired man replies, "I am Xehanort no longer. Just as you are not Braig."
"Then who have we become?" The second man asks, looking up at the castle.
"I think the question we should ask is... What have we become?"