Phrice watched as the crowd was getting destroyed, the numbers dwindling without any hint of the decreasing numbers stopping. Seeing all of this, Phrice sighed at the missing keybladers. I was sure there would have been one keyblader here. But I guess this place was just a world with nothing of intre- Phrice stood up and moved out of the shadows, unravling the metal cloak he had on, thread by thread, until it was in a pocket again. With a wave of a hand, a small hole was created to let him enter the clock tower. Let's see how you tick. Walking inside, Phrice saw many different cogs and gears, all a different colours. Taking a small sample from all of them, he saw they were a very hard and durable kind of metal that Phrice hadn't seen before. Sitting on a ledge, Phrice was amazed how this space inside the clocktower made him feel. It almost made him feel...good. That was the word, wasn't it? Good. But, his mission was more important than his happiness to him and he quickly thought about what to do about all of this. How can I use this?
A very sudden idea came into his head. If I can't get close enough to spy on them without looking like an enemy, then I guess I have to look like a freind. With two seperate waves, a silvery portal leading to Phrice's room appeared, and the Unborn symbol was taken off his shirt, the metal (for his clothes were made of metal threads) going through the portal. Then, one by one, most of the different kinds of metals were sent to his room, except a small part of a select few. Spending a few minutes, Phrice made many different versions of keyblades based off of what keyblades he had already saw. Though, every time the mixture of the metals just didn't seem right to him, so he continued mixing metals and pulling others out. Eventually, he felt a sense of complition and looked at the keyblade that floated in the air above him. Hmm, so this seems to be the one I shall use. It had a dark blue aura to it, as a result of it having one of the few combinations of metals that were almost perfect, creating a metal as strong, if not stronger, of that a keyblade has.
This keyblade was made by the Unborn and shall serve the Unborn as the new keyblade, Zarios. It shall hunt down its brethren that dare get in the way of its master and shall make a path that the Unborn now control, the path of the keyblade. Satisfied with its structure and blessing, Phrice let it slowly come down and hover in front of him. Reaching out, Phrice tried to see if he would be the one to let the mighty keyblade be in the Unborn's grasp. Taking a firm hold on the handle, Phrice waited for the burst of pain felt by the other Unborn's whenever they tried to handle a keyblade. One second passed, then another. No pain! I have made another weapon to serve Lord Anorgos's rule. Phrice swung the keyblade around for a bit, almost instantly getting used to another kind of weapon. After he was done, he soon felt a shift of power inside the Unborns. I can't feel Eros any more now, she must of been replaced by someone else. This is a perfect chance to prove myself to whoever took the position of general!
Phrice lept through the still open portal and landed inside his room. Quickly, he started to run out the door and seek who was General now. Every now and again, Phrice caught a glimpse of a Unborn, but usually a short one because of the speed he was going. But that didn't stop him from seeing Ed eating a sandwich. With the keyblade still in his hand, he grinned at Ed, slowing down enough for Ed to see it, along with the keyblade. But as soon as he cleared that room, Phrice sped up again and ran torwards the General, who was in sight now. But in his head, Phrice may have regreted the choice to keep the keyblade out while running towards the General. With Phrice not knowing the general, and the general probally not knowing Phrice, he probaly looked like a crazed keyblader out for the general's head. This might not end well...
A very sudden idea came into his head. If I can't get close enough to spy on them without looking like an enemy, then I guess I have to look like a freind. With two seperate waves, a silvery portal leading to Phrice's room appeared, and the Unborn symbol was taken off his shirt, the metal (for his clothes were made of metal threads) going through the portal. Then, one by one, most of the different kinds of metals were sent to his room, except a small part of a select few. Spending a few minutes, Phrice made many different versions of keyblades based off of what keyblades he had already saw. Though, every time the mixture of the metals just didn't seem right to him, so he continued mixing metals and pulling others out. Eventually, he felt a sense of complition and looked at the keyblade that floated in the air above him. Hmm, so this seems to be the one I shall use. It had a dark blue aura to it, as a result of it having one of the few combinations of metals that were almost perfect, creating a metal as strong, if not stronger, of that a keyblade has.
This keyblade was made by the Unborn and shall serve the Unborn as the new keyblade, Zarios. It shall hunt down its brethren that dare get in the way of its master and shall make a path that the Unborn now control, the path of the keyblade. Satisfied with its structure and blessing, Phrice let it slowly come down and hover in front of him. Reaching out, Phrice tried to see if he would be the one to let the mighty keyblade be in the Unborn's grasp. Taking a firm hold on the handle, Phrice waited for the burst of pain felt by the other Unborn's whenever they tried to handle a keyblade. One second passed, then another. No pain! I have made another weapon to serve Lord Anorgos's rule. Phrice swung the keyblade around for a bit, almost instantly getting used to another kind of weapon. After he was done, he soon felt a shift of power inside the Unborns. I can't feel Eros any more now, she must of been replaced by someone else. This is a perfect chance to prove myself to whoever took the position of general!
Phrice lept through the still open portal and landed inside his room. Quickly, he started to run out the door and seek who was General now. Every now and again, Phrice caught a glimpse of a Unborn, but usually a short one because of the speed he was going. But that didn't stop him from seeing Ed eating a sandwich. With the keyblade still in his hand, he grinned at Ed, slowing down enough for Ed to see it, along with the keyblade. But as soon as he cleared that room, Phrice sped up again and ran torwards the General, who was in sight now. But in his head, Phrice may have regreted the choice to keep the keyblade out while running towards the General. With Phrice not knowing the general, and the general probally not knowing Phrice, he probaly looked like a crazed keyblader out for the general's head. This might not end well...