____________Chapter 1______________
A mysterious morning mist filled the air. Debris and the sign of terrible mayhem
surrounded the small incampment of tents. Two, side by side, stood a little further away
from the others. In one of the two sat what seemed to be a warrior of professional
standard. There he focused his attentions to a log apon a partially wrecked wooden desk.
Quite content he wrote;
Destiny Islands, 5 AM:
Those days spent in carefree leisure seem to be not but a dream now.
The day my friends and I obtained the letter from the king, I knew danger
would be ahead. I had no idea it would be to this extent.
It has been a long time since and none of us can even remember the content of the note.
For, unfortunately, it was destroyed along with any other possessions we all once
held dear.
The Heartless situation has grown immensely. Practically beyond our control.
Slaying them seems to be futile. Everytime the keyblade frees a heart it refuses with its
body, if the body and soul have not become a Nobody, then falls back to darkness once
more.
Ahh... The Nobodies.
They, as well, seem to have grown in numbers...
The man paused. Almost as if searching for the right words to express his thoughts. He
smiled lightly and began again;
... At least that is a sign of more strong hearted.
Yet, that presents a bigger problem still.
If the bodies and souls are not in the realm of darkness awaiting their hearts then the
hearts have no where to go. Thus, clustering together to once again create Kingdom
Hearts.
There must be a disturbance in the stability of the worlds.
Countless times have I tried to contact King Mickey, but each time to no avail.
Surely he must know something of this.
His failure to reply worries my friend and I.
We must remain in control. The Gummi Ship is almost ready. Then my friend and I can
set out to find the king and his companions, Donald and Goofy.
The reason----
There was a sudden rumble. The warrior lept up from his chair, causing it to crash to the
floor, and ran out. Drawing his keyblade right before he slid to hault in front of the tent.
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First fanfic. I want to know what the reader thinks. Critisim is welcome. I'll load up the
second chapter if you all like the start. Tell me what you think.
A mysterious morning mist filled the air. Debris and the sign of terrible mayhem
surrounded the small incampment of tents. Two, side by side, stood a little further away
from the others. In one of the two sat what seemed to be a warrior of professional
standard. There he focused his attentions to a log apon a partially wrecked wooden desk.
Quite content he wrote;
Destiny Islands, 5 AM:
Those days spent in carefree leisure seem to be not but a dream now.
The day my friends and I obtained the letter from the king, I knew danger
would be ahead. I had no idea it would be to this extent.
It has been a long time since and none of us can even remember the content of the note.
For, unfortunately, it was destroyed along with any other possessions we all once
held dear.
The Heartless situation has grown immensely. Practically beyond our control.
Slaying them seems to be futile. Everytime the keyblade frees a heart it refuses with its
body, if the body and soul have not become a Nobody, then falls back to darkness once
more.
Ahh... The Nobodies.
They, as well, seem to have grown in numbers...
The man paused. Almost as if searching for the right words to express his thoughts. He
smiled lightly and began again;
... At least that is a sign of more strong hearted.
Yet, that presents a bigger problem still.
If the bodies and souls are not in the realm of darkness awaiting their hearts then the
hearts have no where to go. Thus, clustering together to once again create Kingdom
Hearts.
There must be a disturbance in the stability of the worlds.
Countless times have I tried to contact King Mickey, but each time to no avail.
Surely he must know something of this.
His failure to reply worries my friend and I.
We must remain in control. The Gummi Ship is almost ready. Then my friend and I can
set out to find the king and his companions, Donald and Goofy.
The reason----
There was a sudden rumble. The warrior lept up from his chair, causing it to crash to the
floor, and ran out. Drawing his keyblade right before he slid to hault in front of the tent.
______
First fanfic. I want to know what the reader thinks. Critisim is welcome. I'll load up the
second chapter if you all like the start. Tell me what you think.