Beware, this fic may contain spoilers, due to elements from the secret ending possibly coming into play during the story.
This is a story about Ienzo, Zexion's whole person, before he was betrothed into the world of the Organization, and Nobodies. Ansem's studies of Darkness will come into play in this fic, so it is before the events of Kingdom Hearts.
This has some thought from the many theories I have read about Ienzo and how he may be tied to the Keyblade due to events of his past. Be aware, this is not a theory, it is a story, so don't go telling me I'm wrong, because this is made up, and not tied to how Nomura want's the storyline to go.
Just to let you know, this is my first fic, ever. I have written prologues to stories in the past, and for now, this is a prologue, lol, but I have never started off a story. So be don't be too harsh if it isn't the best! <3
~Enjoy
Where these forks lead, you may find out in the future. I hope you liked this sad attempt xP, just trying something new. <3
EDIT:Ahh! Something screwed up on the forums. Can a mod close the other thread?? Thanks <3
This is a story about Ienzo, Zexion's whole person, before he was betrothed into the world of the Organization, and Nobodies. Ansem's studies of Darkness will come into play in this fic, so it is before the events of Kingdom Hearts.
This has some thought from the many theories I have read about Ienzo and how he may be tied to the Keyblade due to events of his past. Be aware, this is not a theory, it is a story, so don't go telling me I'm wrong, because this is made up, and not tied to how Nomura want's the storyline to go.
Just to let you know, this is my first fic, ever. I have written prologues to stories in the past, and for now, this is a prologue, lol, but I have never started off a story. So be don't be too harsh if it isn't the best! <3
~Enjoy
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Prologue: He was Found, at the Fork
Xehanort and Ansem walked down the dust filled path, tinted orange by the western sun. Large keys were strewn all about, yet, no possible wielders of them were to be found. A desolate wasteland was where they stood, and their studies seemed to not be advancing even though, a presence was sensed through out the vast key covered field.
As the wind picked up, Xehanort squinted his eyes to block the sand cast asunder. The sun beat upon his silver hair, hindering an already weary body from traveling with Ansem during the past week. "There is nothing here Sir Ansem, may we leave?" He asked, with drained eyes, kneeling down onto the warm sand. "No Apprentice," He swiftly told Xehanort. "not until I find the energy I feel. Don't you find these keys rather interesting?" The old man said, picking one up and holding it as a sword. Xehanort looked up in confusion. "Why would one wield such a proposterous weapon?" He told his master with a smile. "Now, you wouldn't want to lose what little respect your Superior has for you, right Xehanort?" Ansem told him smartly, peering into the somewhat ambitious, yet lacking eyes of Xehanort, his Head Apprentice. "I suppose not." The young man told him. Xehanort looked back at Ansem, his eyes of orange gave him a chill, and he averted his eyes immediately. "Now, Onward." Ansem told his apprentice, standing up.
Xehanort lazily stood up and shuffled his feet through the sand as they continued. After walking through the gust abundant field, Ansem saw a limp figure in the distance. "Xehanort, look!" Ansem said in an excited whisper, looking at his somewhat startled accomplice. Xehanort fixed his brown eyes on a young, lavender haired boy, about in his mid-adolescence years, sitting on the ground. The two soon saw that he was situated against a pole that signed the fork. As they edged ever closer, they saw him wielding a one of the many large keys. "Well, well, it seems we have found the source of strong energy I felt." Said Ansem, with a smirk on his face.
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As the wind picked up, Xehanort squinted his eyes to block the sand cast asunder. The sun beat upon his silver hair, hindering an already weary body from traveling with Ansem during the past week. "There is nothing here Sir Ansem, may we leave?" He asked, with drained eyes, kneeling down onto the warm sand. "No Apprentice," He swiftly told Xehanort. "not until I find the energy I feel. Don't you find these keys rather interesting?" The old man said, picking one up and holding it as a sword. Xehanort looked up in confusion. "Why would one wield such a proposterous weapon?" He told his master with a smile. "Now, you wouldn't want to lose what little respect your Superior has for you, right Xehanort?" Ansem told him smartly, peering into the somewhat ambitious, yet lacking eyes of Xehanort, his Head Apprentice. "I suppose not." The young man told him. Xehanort looked back at Ansem, his eyes of orange gave him a chill, and he averted his eyes immediately. "Now, Onward." Ansem told his apprentice, standing up.
Xehanort lazily stood up and shuffled his feet through the sand as they continued. After walking through the gust abundant field, Ansem saw a limp figure in the distance. "Xehanort, look!" Ansem said in an excited whisper, looking at his somewhat startled accomplice. Xehanort fixed his brown eyes on a young, lavender haired boy, about in his mid-adolescence years, sitting on the ground. The two soon saw that he was situated against a pole that signed the fork. As they edged ever closer, they saw him wielding a one of the many large keys. "Well, well, it seems we have found the source of strong energy I felt." Said Ansem, with a smirk on his face.
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Where these forks lead, you may find out in the future. I hope you liked this sad attempt xP, just trying something new. <3
EDIT:Ahh! Something screwed up on the forums. Can a mod close the other thread?? Thanks <3