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Disclamer: All characters, terms, weapons, and other such things belong to Square-Enix, Disney, and Pixar. Only ideas not made by these firms are my own.
Prologue
There are times in the world when things that happen are so bizarre that they are best ignored. It’s not because they are too traumatic, exciting, or silly, but they are simply too hard to understand. The event in question feels weird, yet also feels perfectly typical of average, everyday life. With two opposites occupying the same time period, it’s no wonder these happenings are looked down on.
The people of Destiny Island experienced just that 3 years ago. It was an average summer day with the high waves and the blistering heat. The fish yields were as plentiful as ever for the season. Children abandoned their chores and schoolwork for surfing, blitzball, castle-making, and other outdoor activities. It could not have been anymore of a normal day.
But when night fell, all signs of the ordinary ceased.
It was an event of great terror. It wasn’t the violent tropical storm that had all the islanders shaking in pain and despair. (They always expected them to happen that time of year.) No, it was something quite extraterrestrial and supernatural that had everyone shaking in his or her shoes. In fact, “they” would be a far better term than “it” since it was group of strange creatures. They were as small as a child, had bug-like antennae, and had glowing cat-yellow eyes that stood out against their pure black body. Alone, they were nasty, slashing with their nail-sharp claws.
In groups, however, they were instant death in mere minutes.
The invasion would climax a few minutes after it began. For then a large and snake-like gust of wind poured out, blowing coconuts of palm trees and making windows violently rattle. Birds were blown backwards and other creatures as well. Then the gale suddenly stopped. After a few calm seconds, the ground rumbled, as if giants were rapidly hopping up and down. Then, a great burst of purple, black and blood red energy blasted forth from the earth, releasing a cacophony of horror and despair. It literally appeared that the gates of Hell were opened, unleashing a hoard of all the greatest evil into the cosmos.
A great many of houses, trees fishes, screaming inhabitants, boats, and other things were launched miles into the sky. Then the lava of evil that launched them condensed into a ball. It began to pull all remaining earthbound objects into its deadly center. Then, another black demon, albeit a giant one with a beard, appeared to taunt the terrified.
Then, all went white.
Seemingly moments later, everyone awoke from that event. To their shock, everything looked mended and repaired of their tranquil environment, as if the night’s events were all dream. Yet it seemed so real to them all and some inhabitants felt pains in various ways, in which the top doctors could not explain. The only person who seemed calm about the whole affair was the mayor’s foster daughter, Kairi. This emotion was labeled to her since she didn’t join the frantic conversations in the weeks that followed. But she still looked up at the sky, as if waiting for someone.
It was during these topics that all islanders realized two young men were missing. One was Riku, a boy who lost his parents to the sea and lived with his legendary fisher of a grandfather. The other, the people did not remember at all, but still felt that he had walked among them. The topic of them dropped for a year, and islanders went back to living.
Then, for some unexplained reason, the two young men reappeared. The boy no one remembered had resurfaced nearly weeks earlier, as if a divine mallet bopped them on the head. The boy’s name was Sora. His mother was quickly thrown into a great sorrow and stopped her work as a bookstore owner until his mysterious homecoming.
When both Riku and Sora showed up, the whole island community quickly followed them around for the next three weeks, asking them where they’d run off to and why. When they tried to explain, the strange night event (now known as the “Mass Nightmare”) was brought up. They spoke of a strange adventure, filled with “Keyblades”, “Nobodies”, “Heartless”, “Gummi Ships”, “Princesses of Heart”, some “Organization XIII”, and other gibberish. The boys were thought of as lunatics, who made up lies to cover up their real reason of exodus. The parents did all they could with punishments, restrictions, and hard chores to make them pay for what they did.
Two years passed since their return. The boys were entering their last year of high school and all hoped that once they entered the “real world”, they’d have sense knocked into them. They would wipe the slate clean and tell the truth.
They’d get the truth. But they wouldn’t like it.
Note: This will also be posted on FanFic.net. Come down and see it.
Prologue
There are times in the world when things that happen are so bizarre that they are best ignored. It’s not because they are too traumatic, exciting, or silly, but they are simply too hard to understand. The event in question feels weird, yet also feels perfectly typical of average, everyday life. With two opposites occupying the same time period, it’s no wonder these happenings are looked down on.
The people of Destiny Island experienced just that 3 years ago. It was an average summer day with the high waves and the blistering heat. The fish yields were as plentiful as ever for the season. Children abandoned their chores and schoolwork for surfing, blitzball, castle-making, and other outdoor activities. It could not have been anymore of a normal day.
But when night fell, all signs of the ordinary ceased.
It was an event of great terror. It wasn’t the violent tropical storm that had all the islanders shaking in pain and despair. (They always expected them to happen that time of year.) No, it was something quite extraterrestrial and supernatural that had everyone shaking in his or her shoes. In fact, “they” would be a far better term than “it” since it was group of strange creatures. They were as small as a child, had bug-like antennae, and had glowing cat-yellow eyes that stood out against their pure black body. Alone, they were nasty, slashing with their nail-sharp claws.
In groups, however, they were instant death in mere minutes.
The invasion would climax a few minutes after it began. For then a large and snake-like gust of wind poured out, blowing coconuts of palm trees and making windows violently rattle. Birds were blown backwards and other creatures as well. Then the gale suddenly stopped. After a few calm seconds, the ground rumbled, as if giants were rapidly hopping up and down. Then, a great burst of purple, black and blood red energy blasted forth from the earth, releasing a cacophony of horror and despair. It literally appeared that the gates of Hell were opened, unleashing a hoard of all the greatest evil into the cosmos.
A great many of houses, trees fishes, screaming inhabitants, boats, and other things were launched miles into the sky. Then the lava of evil that launched them condensed into a ball. It began to pull all remaining earthbound objects into its deadly center. Then, another black demon, albeit a giant one with a beard, appeared to taunt the terrified.
Then, all went white.
Seemingly moments later, everyone awoke from that event. To their shock, everything looked mended and repaired of their tranquil environment, as if the night’s events were all dream. Yet it seemed so real to them all and some inhabitants felt pains in various ways, in which the top doctors could not explain. The only person who seemed calm about the whole affair was the mayor’s foster daughter, Kairi. This emotion was labeled to her since she didn’t join the frantic conversations in the weeks that followed. But she still looked up at the sky, as if waiting for someone.
It was during these topics that all islanders realized two young men were missing. One was Riku, a boy who lost his parents to the sea and lived with his legendary fisher of a grandfather. The other, the people did not remember at all, but still felt that he had walked among them. The topic of them dropped for a year, and islanders went back to living.
Then, for some unexplained reason, the two young men reappeared. The boy no one remembered had resurfaced nearly weeks earlier, as if a divine mallet bopped them on the head. The boy’s name was Sora. His mother was quickly thrown into a great sorrow and stopped her work as a bookstore owner until his mysterious homecoming.
When both Riku and Sora showed up, the whole island community quickly followed them around for the next three weeks, asking them where they’d run off to and why. When they tried to explain, the strange night event (now known as the “Mass Nightmare”) was brought up. They spoke of a strange adventure, filled with “Keyblades”, “Nobodies”, “Heartless”, “Gummi Ships”, “Princesses of Heart”, some “Organization XIII”, and other gibberish. The boys were thought of as lunatics, who made up lies to cover up their real reason of exodus. The parents did all they could with punishments, restrictions, and hard chores to make them pay for what they did.
Two years passed since their return. The boys were entering their last year of high school and all hoped that once they entered the “real world”, they’d have sense knocked into them. They would wipe the slate clean and tell the truth.
They’d get the truth. But they wouldn’t like it.
Note: This will also be posted on FanFic.net. Come down and see it.
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