And so it begins...

[The Heartless Army]

Traverse Town, usually a safe haven for those seeking refuge from the ever-expanding darkness... was under attack. Everywhere, Heartless were pouring from every nook and cranny, sratching, clawing, digging, biting... all in search of something that would do them harm. And they would tear this world to ribbons if they had to in order to find it...

Heartless ran amok down the streets, attacking random people and taking their hearts into their fold. Much like a zombie attack, the longer they stayed, the greater their numbers became. And while the heart of this world WAS locked away from them, it didn't mean that the Heartless couldn't destroy it through collateral damage.

Streetlights were broken, cobblestones ripped up, bricks torn out of buildings, every inch was being covered as they went along. Shadows, NeoShadows, even Soldiers, Air Soldiers, and such went along, causing more and more mayhem as they did...

It would only be a matter of time before they found it... a wooden chest hidden in the bell of the gizmo shop... containing information on their dreaded enemy... the Keyblade.

[keybladedestiny]

A boy was running though the town, being chased by a swarm of Heartless. "Oh God, oh God, oh God! What the hell are those things?!" He looked around for a place to hide, when he noticed the Gizmo Shop. He should be safe in there. He made a mad dash for the door and ran inside, propping up against the door, to make sure no one could get in. He panted, to catch his breath. "Oh shiz. Please God, don't let me die!"

[The Heartless Army]

The heartless were in this room too, ripping down gears and tearing up machinery. The instant the boy ran inside and started cursing... they all turned to face him. About a half dozen air soldiers, maybe 3 or 4 soldiers, a handful of shadows and even two Large Bodies all faced the boy with those yellow eyes of theirs, scanning him for a threat. They found none... but that didn't mean that he was safe. After all...

... he had something they wanted.

The shadows would move in first, slithering across the ground to him and trying to grab at his ankles to keep him in place while the Soldiers moved in to attack...

[keybladedestiny]

He gasped at the sight of the Heartless. He made a mad dash for the door on the other side of the room, just barely making it out. "What the hell?! How'd they get in there?!" He quickly looked for a new hiding spot.

[The Heartless Army]

More Heartless would begin to emerge from the shadows, their yellow eyes surrounding the boy. They cut off his exit through the door he just came through. They were swarming, giving him only two options: attempt the broken ladder up to the belfry, or jump for it. Who knows what's topside, and from the looks of things jumping would land him in an alley. Decisions decisions...

[keybladedestiny]

He knew jumping off would be suicidal, so his only choice was to climb up the rickety old ladder. He sprinted for it and climbed up as fast as he possibly could. He scrambled onto the roof of the building only to see a large bell and no way back down. "Oh, shiz! What the hell am I gonna do?!"

[The Heartless Army]

Suicide... A nice choice of words. The second the boy made it to the roof, he would find himself surrounded on three sides by Soldier heartless. They had him in a semi-circle, the wall where the belfry resided closing him in. They began to close in on him...

If he backed into the small nook and looked up, he might notice something... interesting. Parchment. Taped to the inside of the bell, within arm's reach. Probably not much to save him, but hey, if he wanted to write his last will and testament there WAS paper available!

[keybladedestiny]

He slowly backed into the corner, desperately looking for a way out. He looked up, thinking if he jumped he might be able to latch onto something, but all he found was a piece of paper. He snatched it, hoping it could help him.

- Legend of the Keyblade-

It is said that the Keyblade was created to combat a great threat throughout the worlds, when darkness spread through the hearts of those who would seek the light. Creatures began to spring up from the darkness in men's hearts. These creatures were so powerful that no modern weapon at the time could harm them. The Chasers developed a weapon, a combination of practical weaponry of the time and sorcery which enabled them to finally fight back. However, this came at a great price. Power of such magnitude always corrupts those with greed in their hearts, and this is no exception. The power of the Keyblade lead to greed for Kingdom Hearts and the search for the X-Blade. The result was a war between Keybladers, and a glorious downfall of their kind until only a handful remained who knew the practice, and who could train others in the art and responsibility of the weapon. All that remains of the Light and Dark Keybladers involved in that war now rusts in the Keyblade Graveyard...

~Xehanort

"Keyblade. What the hell is a Keyblade?! Wait...creatures made of the Darkness of men's hearts? That's what these things are, aren't they?! If a Keyblade could defeat you, then I need one! SOMEONE, GIVE ME A KEYBLADE!!!" He cried out in a desperate attempt for help, not sure if anyone would hear him.

[Secondary Characters]

Keyblade...

Keyblade...

Keyblade...

The words would echo, in a female's voice. It was soft... elegant... and caring. Just as the heartless all attacked at once, dogpiling the boy, he'd find himself diving deep into darkness...

And diving deep into the heart...

***Taking you to Dive***

[keybladedestiny]

"POWER STRIKE!!!" He smashed his Keyblade into the Heartless surrounding him, sending them all flying back in all directions. He stood up, admiring his new weapon and armor. "Now, I'm ready." He looked out at all the Heartless, swarming around him. "Behold, your weakness! I hold the Keyblade now! Who wants some?!" He jumped down and landed harmlessly on the ground. "Let's rock!" He charged at the Heartless, swinging the Keyblade at them and destroying them as he went.

[kefka]

***From The Silent Ballroom, in The World that Never Was***

[glow=Yellow,2,300]The skies of Traverse town were usually dark and cloudy, with patches here and there of clear visual access to the stars. The night was relatively peaceful, save for the shadow battle happening in one of the many squares. A young boy wielding a key-like weapon battered these creatures, knocking one off and then another, and another and another. It was all so repetitive, and made the mad clown want to tear out his eyes.

Standing high on a nimbus high above, he stared downward, watching with utter excitement, with hints here and there of displeasure and mild annoyance. He studied the Keyblade wielder for a while, before he came up with his plan.

Directing his index finger downward, he let out a long, high-pitched cackle that would be heard all the way at ground-level, and even louder within the alleyways. From the tip of his finger sprouted a bright ball of light, which seemed to triple in size every second until it snapped off and beamed downward.

"LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!" he cried, as the line of god-like energy raced into the sleepy town. A couple blocks away from the boy his light struck, creating an explosion of blinding light, shrapnel flying everywhere, an the sonic waves emanating off walls and other barriers doubling in frequency.

A mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke plumed from the ruins he created, and Kefka dove from his cloud and rocketed into the thick mess, his green eyes glowing through the haze.

"Come out and play!" he cried menacingly, playfully. People in nearby buildings, ones ready to collapse from the debris, as well as unharmed homes, began fleeing, scattering like bugs. "Get out here and do your duty!" he called, snapping his fingers rapidly. Heartless after Heartless popped out of the shadows, each ready to wreak some havoc. "Too much boring, and not enough burning. Burn Everything! Find the boy!"

One by one Kefka and his crew of mage-like servants decimated rows of houses, turned several people--as well as killing some--and began the hunt for the Wielder of the Keyblade.[/glow]

[keybladedestiny]

Peter heard the explosion. "What the hell?!" He turned towards the area it happened and tried to examine it. "What just happened?" He ran towards the site of the explosion to see what happened. Heartless were pouring out of the area. He hacked them to pieces as he went.

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]"Come out, come out, wherever you are, worm!" sang the mad clown, launching fireballs erratically, his vision not as bad as others' when gazing through the clouds of billowing smoke.

Kefka rose a little higher, until he was above the plume and began his search to destroy all exits. First he headed towards the gates leading out of the world and to the gummi garages. He cackled, watching in utter delight as ships would explode right before his eyes, some occupied and preparing for either take-off or just arriving.

When all that was said and done he made his way back to where he could find the Keyblade Wielder. The boy wasn't that difficult to find, really, since he was yelling and flailing about running towards Kefka's ground zero, slashing Heartless down one by one.

He opened a Corridor and snuck inside, only to reemerge a moment later atop a building several feet before the boy. He jumped up and down once and then stabbed his finger forward and declared, rather loudly, "What a smashing display!"

He lept off the rooftop and just stayed there, suspended in the air, until he began hovering around the boy in quick circles.

"So you're the wielder of the Keyblade, hm? You look like just an ordinary kid with play armor and an oversized key, if you ask me." His hands ignited, and swirls of cold wind began to form around him. His arms, from the burning point, began craxkling with lightning; Kefka had begun channeling three elements, and it looked like he was ready to destroy something.

"Question is, are you going to come with me and die like a good boy, or is Kefka here gonna have to tear you to shreds by force!? Ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahahahahahahaha!"[/glow]

[keybladedestiny]

Peter whirled around, trying to keep his eyes on the floating clown. "I am a Keyblade Weilder! I'm not afraid of some clown with fancy tricks!"

Suddenly, from nowhere, the voice from before spoke to him. "You can't beat him."

Peter spun around to his back, not knowing where the voice came from."What? Who said that?"

"You are not strong enough. You have not mastered your new strength yet. You must flee. Use your armor to run. It is your only hope."

"Why should I trust you?" He asked in vain. The voice spoke no more. "Crap." He didn't wish to run, but he had a feeling that fighting the mad clown now would result in his demise. He examined the piece of metal on his arm. "How do I work this thing?" He pounded a fist on it, trying to get it to activate. His fist slammed on the trigger, causing the armor to spread across his body. "What the hell?!" He now wore a suit of blue armor. It seemed suited to his body's specific shape. The Keyblade floated out of his hand and formed a vehicle of some sort. He jumped on and tried to make it fly off. It shot out towards the sky and into the depths of Hyperspace itself.

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]Kefka stood in the sky now, and he was glowing red with anger. When the Wielder fled he took out his rage on the city itself, firing off his Judgmental Light in every direction, even downward at the city itself.

"I will not be ignored!!!"

He watched the boy take off and swiftly took after him.

"I'm gonna bake you, kid!"

***off to First Time Flying, in Hyperspace***[/glow]