The exclaims from Raynie were distant now, curiosity pushing those shouts further and further away. There was the throne room and something strange in there: a door! A big door in the floor, with stairs leading down and down deeper into the castle.
Where did it lead? It was dark down there, the inner edges of the room unseen from the throne room, and Rena became more and more curious to find what was down those steps.
It could lead to something interesting... Something that was a good thing to be found... Right?
click... click...
She made her way down the darkened steps and found it: a big, white room. Just like the throne room, but a whole lot smaller.
The room was incredibly bare; nothing on the walls and nothing on the floor. However, there was a door that could lead to somewhere... and a huge orb on a stand, light swirling around within it.
The door was interesting, but so was the orb.
Yet, they weren't nearly as interesting as that.
Stepping past the white door and the white orb, the girl stepped forth as if in a trance. Blue orbs locked on it, never daring to turn away. What was it? Something incredible, she told herself. It was different than that orb and that door. Swirling and swirling, beaconing the curious keyblader closer and closer.
She stopped in front of it, staring up at it. The pause came and went, and the girl stepped forwards.
Through the purple and black portal adorning the wall.
Each step felt the changes: from a marble floor, to a different ground entirely.
"Nngh!" Hand threw itself over her mouth, her nose, her eyes. It slammed into her face, the wind ripping through her baggy clothes and across her thin frame. She slammed her oversized shoes in the ground, the rock ground, and fought to gaze ahead.
Her index and middle fingers peeled apart, enough for one orb to gaze ahead.
The darkness of this portal started to give way to colours: the black started to shapen into objects, the darkest shades coming first before the light colours came in. The entire area was made up of browns and oranges.
Rocks. Like the ground under her feet.
Mountains! The portal lead to a big place with mountains in it. And sand, too; thanks to that introduction.
The sandstorm and the winds that carried it calmed and, like a bell ringing over a shop door, the signal was calmed.
Another visitor had come to this forgotten place.
crinch... crinch...
Her sneakers pushed forwards, gloved hand falling from her face. Both orbs darted side to side, with one trying to look through the strands of brunette hair that covered her features.
This area was a plain, bordered by the huge mountains nearby that acted like buildings in a city. The sky was a blue tinted by this brown; almost grey with a close touch of blue.
What was this place?
Rena looked down and quickly stepped to the side. The ground she had been standing on was lighter than the ground next to it. That colour drew one thick horizontal line and one thick vertical line.
A crossroad? One of the lines lead deeper into the mountains, while the other lead to nowhere in particular. They were faint enough to be of no real interest, but still lingering enough to be noticed.
crinch... crinch...
More steps forwards now. With each step, the surroundings seemed to change, fading from one thing and into the next. The plain had suddenly become a rock pathway, leading into the mountains.
The second line of the crossroad was now unimportant, disappearing. The first, however, had become this crooked pathway.
crinch... crinch...
Each step she took sounded almost metallic, like armor. A sound distant, as if it belonged to someone else, but like it was caused by her own two feet, too.
"Hm?" She looked up and stared ahead, finding a silhouette. A tall figure, twice her size at least. They stood stationary, absolutely motionless. As if they had such an incredible amount of patience to stand and wait for so long; years, maybe.
Closer and closer, Rena pressed on further not into the mountainous range, but towards this silhouette. They were no longer a simple black shape, but a person who's features were concealed by a suit of armor.
With each step she took, the more this armored figure became animated. No longer were they just a suit of armor but, instead, there was a person inside. Someone who was staring right at this visitor as she halted several feet away.
Rena, being herself, tilted her head to the side and stared at this person, looking curious as ever. She studied their armor, the seemingly bright colours muted by sand and dust. Then she looked down, staring at the weapon that stood in the ground before them; their hands lying over the end of the weapon.
A Keyblade? One that was almost exactly like their armor, same colours and same jagged shapes. This one would've been twice the side of her own keyblade, making her's seem like a toothpick in comparison.
The wind kicked up as she stared at this strange figure, whipping through the cape attached to their shoulders. Their helmet was tilted down, their eyes surely staring down at the Keyblade and their own hands.
And, with that wind, came a sound.
"It's... fitting..."
It wasn't merely a sound: it was a voice! Words were carried by the wind, yet sounded like pieces of metal scraping together with each word. This person, this suit of armor, fought to speak as if their voice was frozen in ice that they tried to melt.
"That this place... has... such a name..."
The voice was becoming less and less metallic now. There was a tone in this strange voice; part of it was a person's.
Rena stood up straight, staring at the armored figure. She didn't make a sound, something odd for her then, but instead just listened.
"It's just forgotten... as we are..."
The imagined ice over their voice was nearly gone. The wind kicked up their words, leading them one way and then another; as if they were simply part of the wind.
The words they said seemed harsh to them, their stance visibly stiffening despite never moving a muscle.
"The three of us," a pause came, kicked into the wind, "ripped apart by that moment..."
Their cape flowed across the gust, sand swirling with it.
"Xehanort..."
Neutral, monotonous; words that described every statement before. Except that name. That one name was far from monotonous: anger struck every syllable, every single letter.
"Xehanort..."
Their grip over the weapon tightened. Rage shook the armor, the sound of scraping metal nearly eclipsing that name. Rage shook the ground under their feet. They were ready to act.
"Xehanort!"
And Rena was in the middle of the path!
Their hand fought to grab onto the handle of their Key. To jump forward and fight! Yet it didn't.
With each scream of that name, the sky grew darker. Clouds started to roll in, ready to rain down on this forgotten place. One crash, one noise, and their figure halted in their actions. Never budging once.
A click of metal. The only thing that they moved was their head, to gaze up towards the dark blue and grey sky.
"It's beginning again."
Just those words, just that phrase, was enough of a signal: they were leaving.
But Rena was still curious. No! They had to stay!
"Wait!" the tomboy exclaimed.
crinchcrinchcrinch!
Over the cracked rock ground. Further and further towards them! Hand reached out, reaching for this strange person. There was no reason for it; none at all! But, whomever they were, they had to stay and continue. She wanted to know!
It wanted to know! That key, her weapon. It wanted to know, too.
"Wait!" she screamed. Closer and closer, inches away! Just close enough to reach them. She'd get there; she would!
Her fingers curled inwards, into a fist.
She felt metal against her fingertips.
Then... all there was were wisps: dark wisps, as this figure turned into nothing.
The armored figure was gone, but Rena hadn't left empty-handed. There was one sight; just one.
A pair of blue eyes hiding under the visor of their helmet.
The black wisps climbed higher into the clouded sky, soon disappearing. As if the figure was never there in the first place.
Looking up, Rena saw the streaks of light over the clouds. A storm was coming; coming fast.
A storm would soon begin over the crossroads.
The scenery changed again: now back to that crossroads! There were no mountains behind; just clouds of sands. However, there were mountains ahead... along with a curious sight.
But what was forwards and back wasn't nearly as interesting as what was there at these roads.
Rena's gaze turned down to the wide open plain, spying each key. Standing, thrown aside, and fallen. Keyblades of every shape, every size, and every kind were here, each coated in rust and sand.
Some were scattered across the path that lead forwards, as if they had been moved by the wind... or by someone.
If it was a someone, they certainly must've been ahead. No longer was this plain of discarded Keyblades interesting. The scene ahead was where Rena would head to now, as something begun to occur in the mountains there.
Flashes of light, distant clangs and clashes of metal, and bursts of magic attacks.
A fight! Why was there a fight going on here?
crinchcrinchcrinch!
She rushed ahead to see, the mountains coming closer and closer; faster than she could've ever ran towards them. The crossroads were now far, far away, surrounded by that same cloud of sand and dust.
Now she was part of this fight, staring up at the silhouettes.
Two figures... No! Five! Four of them were simple shadows, but there was one prominent. One agile and fast, one speeding ahead and clashing with two of the opposing warriors.
Rena could see them perfectly. Every single detail of the armor covering them, every single detail of the weapon in their grasp.
Why was this figure not a black shadow?
Because of the weapon in their grasp. It was familiar, so incredibly familiar! It belonged to someone important, someone whom she had known since the start of this.
The whites of her eyes eclipsed the blue, as the wind started to rip across the plains besides the range.
A name came screaming out. And they noticed.
"Ven!"
The three forgotten in the past have gathered once more in the present...
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Explanation time! xD; This is a drabble for my fanfic, Pieces of Heart, but it's also an actual scene from it. For anyone who hasn't read it, Rena is a girl from a world called Cucio Bay who wields a keyblade (though, this keyblade isn't specifically a good thing) while Raynie, who is mentioned, is a girl from Traverse Town who is trying to get to Hollow Bastion. The two of them are part of the main group in the story. They're also 'friends'/teamed up with Ven.
Also, this is uneditted, except to add the italics. 'cause I don't like editting. D: It may suck, especially towards the end. But, anywho~ I hope you like it? 8D;
Where did it lead? It was dark down there, the inner edges of the room unseen from the throne room, and Rena became more and more curious to find what was down those steps.
It could lead to something interesting... Something that was a good thing to be found... Right?
click... click...
She made her way down the darkened steps and found it: a big, white room. Just like the throne room, but a whole lot smaller.
The room was incredibly bare; nothing on the walls and nothing on the floor. However, there was a door that could lead to somewhere... and a huge orb on a stand, light swirling around within it.
The door was interesting, but so was the orb.
Yet, they weren't nearly as interesting as that.
Stepping past the white door and the white orb, the girl stepped forth as if in a trance. Blue orbs locked on it, never daring to turn away. What was it? Something incredible, she told herself. It was different than that orb and that door. Swirling and swirling, beaconing the curious keyblader closer and closer.
She stopped in front of it, staring up at it. The pause came and went, and the girl stepped forwards.
Through the purple and black portal adorning the wall.
Each step felt the changes: from a marble floor, to a different ground entirely.
"Nngh!" Hand threw itself over her mouth, her nose, her eyes. It slammed into her face, the wind ripping through her baggy clothes and across her thin frame. She slammed her oversized shoes in the ground, the rock ground, and fought to gaze ahead.
Her index and middle fingers peeled apart, enough for one orb to gaze ahead.
The darkness of this portal started to give way to colours: the black started to shapen into objects, the darkest shades coming first before the light colours came in. The entire area was made up of browns and oranges.
Rocks. Like the ground under her feet.
Mountains! The portal lead to a big place with mountains in it. And sand, too; thanks to that introduction.
The sandstorm and the winds that carried it calmed and, like a bell ringing over a shop door, the signal was calmed.
Another visitor had come to this forgotten place.
crinch... crinch...
Her sneakers pushed forwards, gloved hand falling from her face. Both orbs darted side to side, with one trying to look through the strands of brunette hair that covered her features.
This area was a plain, bordered by the huge mountains nearby that acted like buildings in a city. The sky was a blue tinted by this brown; almost grey with a close touch of blue.
What was this place?
Rena looked down and quickly stepped to the side. The ground she had been standing on was lighter than the ground next to it. That colour drew one thick horizontal line and one thick vertical line.
A crossroad? One of the lines lead deeper into the mountains, while the other lead to nowhere in particular. They were faint enough to be of no real interest, but still lingering enough to be noticed.
crinch... crinch...
More steps forwards now. With each step, the surroundings seemed to change, fading from one thing and into the next. The plain had suddenly become a rock pathway, leading into the mountains.
The second line of the crossroad was now unimportant, disappearing. The first, however, had become this crooked pathway.
crinch... crinch...
Each step she took sounded almost metallic, like armor. A sound distant, as if it belonged to someone else, but like it was caused by her own two feet, too.
"Hm?" She looked up and stared ahead, finding a silhouette. A tall figure, twice her size at least. They stood stationary, absolutely motionless. As if they had such an incredible amount of patience to stand and wait for so long; years, maybe.
Closer and closer, Rena pressed on further not into the mountainous range, but towards this silhouette. They were no longer a simple black shape, but a person who's features were concealed by a suit of armor.
With each step she took, the more this armored figure became animated. No longer were they just a suit of armor but, instead, there was a person inside. Someone who was staring right at this visitor as she halted several feet away.
Rena, being herself, tilted her head to the side and stared at this person, looking curious as ever. She studied their armor, the seemingly bright colours muted by sand and dust. Then she looked down, staring at the weapon that stood in the ground before them; their hands lying over the end of the weapon.
A Keyblade? One that was almost exactly like their armor, same colours and same jagged shapes. This one would've been twice the side of her own keyblade, making her's seem like a toothpick in comparison.
The wind kicked up as she stared at this strange figure, whipping through the cape attached to their shoulders. Their helmet was tilted down, their eyes surely staring down at the Keyblade and their own hands.
And, with that wind, came a sound.
"It's... fitting..."
It wasn't merely a sound: it was a voice! Words were carried by the wind, yet sounded like pieces of metal scraping together with each word. This person, this suit of armor, fought to speak as if their voice was frozen in ice that they tried to melt.
"That this place... has... such a name..."
The voice was becoming less and less metallic now. There was a tone in this strange voice; part of it was a person's.
Rena stood up straight, staring at the armored figure. She didn't make a sound, something odd for her then, but instead just listened.
"It's just forgotten... as we are..."
The imagined ice over their voice was nearly gone. The wind kicked up their words, leading them one way and then another; as if they were simply part of the wind.
The words they said seemed harsh to them, their stance visibly stiffening despite never moving a muscle.
"The three of us," a pause came, kicked into the wind, "ripped apart by that moment..."
Their cape flowed across the gust, sand swirling with it.
"Xehanort..."
Neutral, monotonous; words that described every statement before. Except that name. That one name was far from monotonous: anger struck every syllable, every single letter.
"Xehanort..."
Their grip over the weapon tightened. Rage shook the armor, the sound of scraping metal nearly eclipsing that name. Rage shook the ground under their feet. They were ready to act.
"Xehanort!"
And Rena was in the middle of the path!
Their hand fought to grab onto the handle of their Key. To jump forward and fight! Yet it didn't.
With each scream of that name, the sky grew darker. Clouds started to roll in, ready to rain down on this forgotten place. One crash, one noise, and their figure halted in their actions. Never budging once.
A click of metal. The only thing that they moved was their head, to gaze up towards the dark blue and grey sky.
"It's beginning again."
Just those words, just that phrase, was enough of a signal: they were leaving.
But Rena was still curious. No! They had to stay!
"Wait!" the tomboy exclaimed.
crinchcrinchcrinch!
Over the cracked rock ground. Further and further towards them! Hand reached out, reaching for this strange person. There was no reason for it; none at all! But, whomever they were, they had to stay and continue. She wanted to know!
It wanted to know! That key, her weapon. It wanted to know, too.
"Wait!" she screamed. Closer and closer, inches away! Just close enough to reach them. She'd get there; she would!
Her fingers curled inwards, into a fist.
She felt metal against her fingertips.
Then... all there was were wisps: dark wisps, as this figure turned into nothing.
The armored figure was gone, but Rena hadn't left empty-handed. There was one sight; just one.
A pair of blue eyes hiding under the visor of their helmet.
The black wisps climbed higher into the clouded sky, soon disappearing. As if the figure was never there in the first place.
Looking up, Rena saw the streaks of light over the clouds. A storm was coming; coming fast.
A storm would soon begin over the crossroads.
The scenery changed again: now back to that crossroads! There were no mountains behind; just clouds of sands. However, there were mountains ahead... along with a curious sight.
But what was forwards and back wasn't nearly as interesting as what was there at these roads.
Rena's gaze turned down to the wide open plain, spying each key. Standing, thrown aside, and fallen. Keyblades of every shape, every size, and every kind were here, each coated in rust and sand.
Some were scattered across the path that lead forwards, as if they had been moved by the wind... or by someone.
If it was a someone, they certainly must've been ahead. No longer was this plain of discarded Keyblades interesting. The scene ahead was where Rena would head to now, as something begun to occur in the mountains there.
Flashes of light, distant clangs and clashes of metal, and bursts of magic attacks.
A fight! Why was there a fight going on here?
crinchcrinchcrinch!
She rushed ahead to see, the mountains coming closer and closer; faster than she could've ever ran towards them. The crossroads were now far, far away, surrounded by that same cloud of sand and dust.
Now she was part of this fight, staring up at the silhouettes.
Two figures... No! Five! Four of them were simple shadows, but there was one prominent. One agile and fast, one speeding ahead and clashing with two of the opposing warriors.
Rena could see them perfectly. Every single detail of the armor covering them, every single detail of the weapon in their grasp.
Why was this figure not a black shadow?
Because of the weapon in their grasp. It was familiar, so incredibly familiar! It belonged to someone important, someone whom she had known since the start of this.
The whites of her eyes eclipsed the blue, as the wind started to rip across the plains besides the range.
A name came screaming out. And they noticed.
"Ven!"
The three forgotten in the past have gathered once more in the present...
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Explanation time! xD; This is a drabble for my fanfic, Pieces of Heart, but it's also an actual scene from it. For anyone who hasn't read it, Rena is a girl from a world called Cucio Bay who wields a keyblade (though, this keyblade isn't specifically a good thing) while Raynie, who is mentioned, is a girl from Traverse Town who is trying to get to Hollow Bastion. The two of them are part of the main group in the story. They're also 'friends'/teamed up with Ven.
Also, this is uneditted, except to add the italics. 'cause I don't like editting. D: It may suck, especially towards the end. But, anywho~ I hope you like it? 8D;
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And yaaaaay for good description! xD; This is a part of Pieces of Heart and will definitely be showing up in the later chapters. I don't think I can add more to this at the moment, but I might write more stuff relating to Birth by Sleep. Terra or Aqua showing up with PoH characters sounds kinda neat!