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Chapter 14: Side Stepped Side Story #III Pt 1: Back at the castle.
At the entrance to the castle that never was, a Dark Corridor is silently weaved together in wisps of darkness. Shattering the bone chilling silence is a stifled muttering emitting from the door. Stepping out of it was Xaldin, not too pleased with the events of earlier that day. What he considered an unpleasant encounter with his least favorite Nobody, he stands at the Brink of Despair, cursing under his breath.
“Pretentious, egotistical, cocky little…” He said with his hands held behind his back in his usual pose, eyes closed as his eyebrow twitched, grinding his teeth as he vented. He was facing towards the entrance of the castle as the Dark Corridor faded away, revealing behind him a old woman wearing a tan, tattered cloak. Xaldin, still lost in venting the anger he accumulated from his less than favorable meeting with Xigbar, has yet to notice the presence of the mysterious figure until she spoke.
“Excuse me…” She squeaked in an old, cracking, shrill of a voice, capturing Xaldin’s attention immediately. He turned around in alert, summoning one of his spears with his right hand in preparation for battle, but as soon as he saw the aged woman, he relaxed his posture still standing on guard. The woman looked as if she were centuries old, and had aged in the worst of ways, leaving her a very uncomfortable sight to look at. What in the name of Kingdom Hearts is this woman doing in this world? He thought with this suspicion. The woman spoke again in her irritating voice.
“Do you by any chance have room for a weak old woman to rest her bones for the night?” She pleaded, grabbing onto her cane with all her might.
“No.” Xaldin replied without a thought, eyeing the old woman with scrutiny. He was certain that she was employing some sort of deviltry to even arrive at this castle, much less this world. “I regret to inform you that there is no room for you here. Now, if you will kindly take your leave, then I can take mine.”
He turned on his heel and promptly headed toward the door, only to be stopped by the woman’s irritating voice. Xaldin was beginning to find it almost as annoying as spending time with Xigbar.
“Surely the lord of such a magnificent castle has a place to stick an old woman like me?” She once again begged a second time.
“You are mistaken.” Xaldin snarled as he thrust his spear down, slamming the razor sharp tip of it into the marble floor, cracking the marble slightly. “I am not this castle’s lord, and even were I to take your request to him, you would still be not welcome here. We have a strict policy on guests. Now leave.”
But even before he could turn around, the old woman pleaded a third time.
“Please, it will be only until the sun rises. Then I’ll depart to the next town.”
“THE SUN NEVER RISES HERE!” Xaldin roared, moving with such speed, approached the old woman, thrusting the spear towards her, the blade halting just an inch from her nose. “And there is no ‘next town!’ Now, leave this world post haste, or else I will remove you by force!”
Once again, he turned on his heel without waiting for a reply. He was halfway to the entry way when another voice called out to him, completely different from the abysmal scratch from before.
“It seems I have found another one.”
He whirled around more and saw instead of the old woman that had been pestering him, he saw a beautiful woman. She wore the same type of cloak as the old woman, but it wasn’t the same tattered rag as before, but a fine silk cloak that clung to her body. She gracefully walked towards Xaldin.
“It seems I found another oh high and mighty castle dweller with a decrepit heart!” She said as her heels clicked on the marble flooring. Suddenly, a blue flash shot out of her step and zoomed on the floor towards Xaldin. Before Xaldin could react, the blue light split apart and concentrated on either side of him. The stone marble emanating the light suddenly came to life, erupting from the floor and encasing Xaldin’s arms, trapping him in it.
“What the hell are you?” Xaldin demanded.
“I am an Enchantress.” She said, her voice sing sweet like honey, the clicking of her heels still echoing throughout the palace. “Once upon a time, not all that long ago, I came from a world where even longer back, I came across another palace.”
Ugh, she’s going to start a monologue! Xaldin thought in disgust as the enchantress came to a halt a couple feet away. As if I needed another reason to kill her!
“Just as I did now, I assumed the form of an old woman.” She said as her hand started glowing. “I appealed before the lord, just as I had done to you. Just as you had, he denied me three times.”
“And I should care…. Why?” Xaldin asked snidely.
“You should care because, like him, I gave him the opportunity to do the right thing, and both of you decided to decline that, and spurn an old woman. If the two of you had decided to do the right thing, you both threw it away, and now, you shall be rewarded a form to match your cruel Heart!”
I should tell her, but I think it’d be crueler to let her find out on her own. Xaldin thought. The Enchantress stuck out the finger of her glowing hand. The light drained from her hand and into her finger, pointing the glowing appendage to Xaldin’s forehead.
“This is my strongest curse.” She chuckled. “Even if I die, it will persevere. The last one I cast this one did have a strong heart, even though it was a monstrous one. Most people go insane when witnessing their new, monstrous form. I wonder how you will fare…”
“Do you expect me to be afraid?” Xaldin scoffed.
“No.” She replied. “I expect you to suffer.”
The light arced from her finger into Xaldin’s forehead instantly, sounding like a gunshot into the air. Xaldin’s head shot back.
“Gah!” He yelled in pain. His head hang back, eyes rolled up into his head.
“Well, well…” she sang as she circled around the man. “I wonder what you will become? The last prince who I cast this curse on had the arms of a bear, the body of a wilder beast, the fangs and hind quarters of a wolf and the horns of the devil. I can hardly wait and see...”
She stood in front of for a moment, tapping her heel impatiently, watching him writhe in pain.
“Well? What’s taking so long?” She asked to herself a little loudly. “You should have at least sprouted a tail by now!”
Suddenly, Xaldin froze, and brought his head forward, a big sinister grin spread across his face.
”PSYCHE!!” He hollered evilly. Instantly, the marble trapping him shattered from wind blades cutting the stone to shreds, freeing his arms.
“HOW?!?” She demanded stepping back slightly out of surprise. “How could it have not worked on you!?!”
“It is very simple woman. You said that you’re spell transforms one into a form befitting their Heart. You see, the thing is…” Xaldin stated as he gave each of his sleeves a slight tug with the opposing hand before dusting the marble off of his sleeves. He then looked up and glared at the woman. ”I HAVE NO HEART!!!”
The Enchantress was taken back, unable to believe that such a creature existed. She starts backing away slowly.
“Well?” Xaldin asked impatiently. “Aren’t you going to use another spell?”
The Enchantress twitched nervously, still backing up slowly. She kept silent, not answering Xaldin’s question.
“Come now…” Xaldin urged, extending his free hand, palm open towards her. “A great Enchantress like you must know how to cast a spell as simple as ventus!”
And with that, a gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked the Enchantress back, her heels skidding across the marble floor as she struggled to keep her balance. The wind died as quickly as it came, and she looked at Xaldin with fear in her eyes.
“I guess it is true then. An Enchantress is a master of enchantments. Battle magic is beyond them.” Xaldin sneered. “Well, I guess that makes things that much easier for me!”
“No…” The enchantress muttered, and immediately ran in the opposite direction. But before she could escape, a dark veil erected itself before her, halting her progression. She starts charging up a magic spell.
“Don’t bother.” Xaldin advised. “That shield is made up of pure dark energy. Your magic can’t break it, nor can it allow you to teleport away. Any attempt against that field would just be a waste of your energy.”
“What do you want to do to me?” She demanded defensively, now thinking that she bit off more than she could chew. Xaldin caressed the blade of his lance with his gloved finger, admiring his well maintained weapon.
“Three times.” Xaldin stated, glaring at the woman wit murderous intent, the tables being turned against the Enchantresses favor. He starts walking slowly, allowing the fear to sink into her mind. “Three times you have tried to gain access to a place where strangers are not welcome, and three times you have been denied, and you have yet to vacate the premises. Now you must pay the price for your not heeding my orders.”
“What kind price could you want?” she asked, cowering in defense.
“Why, it’s simple my dear.” Xaldin snickered. “Your heart should be more than adequate.”
The color drained from her face. She started to get desperate.
“Wait a second! Perhaps I have been too hasty in my judgment.” She stated. She then began to give her best sultry voice, laying it on nice and thick, posturing just so to give her foe a view of her curved form. “Couldn’t you let me go? I’ll promise not to return. And I’ll make it worth your while…”
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Xaldin replied, waving his finger back and forth in the air, unaffected by the Enchantress’s wiles. “You know what the location of our world is. You could invite unneeded trouble, and I can’t have that.”
“Oh come on!” She complained. “What could I do?”
“You can tell people where this world is, that’s what you could do!” He replied without a thought. “And even if you were to give me your word that you wouldn’t speak of it, I cannot take that chance.”
“BUT—“ The enchantress pleaded in vain.
“Enough!” Xaldin commanded. “I am tired of your stalling! Prepare to die.”
He brandished his spear, and just as he was going to jump to her and deliver the killing strike, she held up her hand, glowing once again with a blue light.
“Oh come now!” Xaldin scolded harshly. “Didn’t we already establish that your magic won’t work on me?”
“Who said I was going to cast it on you?” She replied solemnly, an evil smile. “This is my absolute last resort! I won’t die to a thing like you! I still have too much to do! I must punish those with wicked hearts!”
“Don’t give me that bullshit!” He scoffed. “You’re heart is every bit as wicked as those that you punish! You just use that as an excuse to validate your actions!”
“Maybe so…” She stated coldly. She placed her hand over her heart. “But I’m not ready to die yet! And once this spell is cast, there is no going back! Not only will I kill you, but I’ll kill everyone in this miserable castle as well!”
And with that, another shot rang out, like thunder in the air. The enchantress fell to her knees, grunting and gasping in pain. Her face broke out into a cold sweat as the color drained from her face. She clawed at the, creating deep gashes in it. And before Xaldin’s eyes, she started to change. She slowly grew several stories in height, bursting her out of her clothing. As her height escalated, her skin, which appeared to have been soft and supple, turned into dense, hard scales, hands to claws, and teeth to fangs. Wings sprouted from her back as her face took on a more reptilian appearance. Her neck extended several stories as horns started protruding out of her head. She gave a loud roar into the air as her transformation from damsel to dragon completed. She then looked down at Xaldin, who appeared to be unimpressed.
“Well? What do you think?” She asked sarcastically in a raspy, cracking voice. It was obvious that she was struggling to speak coherently. “Aren’t I beautiful?”
“You and I have differing opinions of beauty!” Xaldin remarked. Although, even in this state, she is still more attractive than that trolip, Larxene.
“Well it’s your fault!” She roared. “It’s because of you that I’m like this! If you’d only let me go, I wouldn’t be trapped in this state forever!”
“I see no reason why I am to blame.” Xaldin replied, still brandishing his blade. “You came to this world. You decided to administer this little test. You cast the spell. Any misfortune of yours, you brought upon yourself.”
“Perhaps…” The dragon snickered darkly and then she lunged towards The Whirlwind Lancer. “BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T TAKE MY FRUSTRATION OUT ON YOU AND YOURS!!”
She opened her maw and enveloped Xaldin, swallowing him whole, along with much of the stone that he was standing on. She removed her head from the ground, stone crumbs falling out of her mouth as she looked on to the rest of the castle.
“Typical.” She stammered as she chewed stone. “Just like all men I’ve been with. Not satisfactory in the least and not at all filling. I guess I could have at least done him the kindness of learning his name, though.”
“I don’t like giving my name out to those I kill.” Xaldin’s voice reverberated inside of her being. “And you remind me of someone as well. Your table manners are every bit as hers.”
Before the dragon could even think, six spears pierced her neck from the inside, piercing the thick dragon skin hide of hers, one on each opposing side, creating a circle around her neck.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to leave. This is not at all pleasant.”
Then each of the six spears started to thrust forward, cutting her flesh with ease, invoking wind to come in and blowing her head off, decapitating the dragon instantly. Xaldin appeared where the head blew off, covered in blood. He floated down silently as opposed to the loud booms made by the head and the body. He lands a short distance away and smells his sleeve.
“Now look and what happened!” He complained, repulsed by the smell. "You ruined my favorite coat! Dragons blood never comes out!”
He removes his stained cloak and walked towards the corpse. He pulls out a handkerchief and drops it on its nose.
“You’re a mess dear.” Xaldin chided with a sneer. “Clean yourself up.”
He continued on to the main body, stopping just in front of its chest. He placed his hand on its breast, and pushed in. a dark portal opened up, and his hand reached into it, pulling out a large Heart shaped object, pulsating with a dull pinkish light.
“Ah, yes...” Xaldin chuckled, basking in its glow. “I knew you had a strong heart.”
He turned back towards the dragon head, stopped and looked at it.
“You should consider this an honor.” He said mockingly. “You are to be a part of something grand. And you won’t be alone either. I’ll be sure to send this Beast prince along to keep you company.”
He raised his unoccupied hand into the air, and gave a loud snap, the sound reverberating in every direction. Almost immediately, a horde of Dusks, Creepers, and Dragoons appeared, crawling all over the place.
“I want this entire area cleaned and repaired. Not a speck of blood is to be found, do you understand? And be sure to get rid of that carcass before the stink sets in.”
He handed the jacket to one of his Dragoons.
“Get rid of it. It’s ruined now.” He ordered coldly. He then held up the Heart, and spoke again, this time to himself. “I’ve got to get cleaned up and deliver this to Kingdom Hearts. Hopefully, I’ll run into Xemnas and we can have a little ‘chat’ as to why he is keeping secrets.”
He turned towards the entrance and hurries inside with his package, leaving the Nobodies to their task.
Chapter 14: Side Stepped Side Story #III Pt 1: Back at the castle: End
You've got to admit, Decapitating a dragon from the inside is pretty damn cool!
when they gave out the names of the knights, many people thought Ven was short for Ventus, since it is latin for wind (and Sora is japanese/chinese for sky). but allstar, when did they say it was an aliace (i probably read it but dont remember now, lol).
dont worry allstar. i shall wait patiently for your next update (whether it be next week or 2 weeks or... you get the idea). the thing about me is once i start reading a story, its nigh impossible for me to stop until its ends, one way or another
lol, don't worry. I won't be stopping the story at all. I want to see this story through to it's end. And since I have all of my homework done, I can use my free time to type up chapters for the winter break.