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Okay, this is a cross between Kingdom hearts Chain of Memories and King Arthurian legends, i wrote it a couple of years ago, and looking back, i can't help but groan at some glaring flaws with it. :P
Dramatic Hearts:
The Destruction of Hollow Bastion.
It was Christmas and King Arthur and his court was feasting for full nine days to celebrate the filler of the last seat of the round table, Lancelot. Lancelot told tales of bravery, daring deeds and how he overcame the gauntlet, without any protective armour,
"It was then that I knew I was going to overcome the hardest challenge of my life; the gauntlet. The axes swung, hoping to tear my sinew out as a trophy, missed in vain…"
The steady beat of two hands in applaud could be heard, as a man garbed in pitch-black stepped out of the shadows.
"That was a very good, for an inverted comma, but not for a story I'm afraid."
The man stared hungrily at the King and his court for several minutes before pulling a piece of scrap paper out of one of his inside pockets,
"…If Arthur or Sora doesn't answer, use aggressive force to liberate his true disposition!" The man spoke gleefully at the mere notion of aggressive force,
"I would like to know exactly where the King of this destitute hovel is…" the figure spoke with malicious intent as he grimaced at the King and his court, "Or would you rather have a guest go unwelcome, Arthur?"
Time seemed to stop for all in Camelot, expect for the man and Arthur.
"I may not know who you are, but you are welcome to join our feast and tales of yore," The King spoke without fear in his voice and posture, but not in his heart," If that is what you wish."
The man then encircled Arthur with slow, even steps while stealing years from Arthur with a forbidden spell, from a Grimeloire, until a lone figure, whose loyalty to the King, was never questioned, even for a moment, spoke out.
"I don't know who you think you are-" A white flash brought back memories Gawain thought were lost forever-"Marluxia, why did you come here? I could have this mission over in a few more days!"
"Sora, as the Keyblade's chosen one, you should know that you can never achieve what Organization XIII can!"
At that, he forged a pathway into the Realm of Darkness, and then he ran into the gateway with King Arthur.
Another white flash took back any regained memories away, causing Gawain to become Gawain again.
Rain poured unmercifully upon the dark roads and the equally dark and unmerciful figure of which was a man, we could tell from his heavily muscled body and the mark of the Organization upon his brow.
A teenager, with golden blonde hair who wore an attire of white long sleeve t-shirt and white jeans under black short sleeve T-shirt and black shorts, stepped out as a means of confrontation to the stranger.
"Get out of my town," The teenager spoke with deep rooted hatred for the man, "Before Oblivion and Oathkeeper decides to show themselves…"
"Roxas, Please!" The stranger was now on the floor begging for mercy," I never told them to put you in Twilight Town!"
Roxas drew two uniquely shaped swords from thin air, the first, a white doubled bladed sword with a decoration of a yellow and blue star at the very tip of the sword of which connected the two blades together in a key shape, the other was a pitch-black single blade sword that looked like a chain, with a sapphire near the hilt and a extension to the sword that also caused this sword to resemble a key more than a sword.
"It seems your time in this Organization is…Oh what's the word…"Roxas said with mock wonder, "Over."
Roxas slashed furiously at the man for several minutes, he then put Oathkeeper down and touched the man's face, where the blood poured freely, and he then dropped five drops of blood onto his own symbol of the Organization, one drop from the point of each finger; His symbol began to disappear.
"One down, eleven more before I'm free of the Organization…"
Gawain woke when with a start; he had never had a dream quite like that before, he knew now more than ever before, he had to stop whatever it was that this dream was warning him about…But how could he? After all, the King was kidnapped months ago, and without any leads to his location, he would just have to wait.
As Gawain sat on his bed wondering, Lancelot approached him,
"It seems our King is at a place very far away place," Gawain stared up at Lancelot; he began to rekindle his hope, "called Hallow Bastion."
Gawain looked down again, he completely given up hope, Hollow Bastion was just a fable people told children to behave with.
Lancelot looked out of the window, he saw in his mind's eye, the man dragging Arthur away, and however, in his true eyes he just saw the promenade with people trying to find their lost King when a messenger came in with a letter, sealed with the King's symbol, and slightly torn on the right most side, as if someone tried to read the letter before hand.
"Sirs, a letter from Arthur himself!" the squire spoke beaming, after all, this was his first message that he had to deliver.
'I hope this letter reaches you in fair haste, we need to talk. I know that Merlin's spell is beginning to wane, and that you are dreaming about a blond haired teenager… ` The rest of the letter was torn off by unseen forces.
Lancelot read the letter several times to himself before handing it back to Gawain.
"Looks like we got ourselves a lead to the King." Lancelot spoke with a growing smile that began on his right cheek, and grew from his right ear, all the way to his left ear.
Lancelot and Gawain ran as fast as their legs would carry them, all the way to the lair of the arch-wizard that they once foolishly considered to be their friend, Merlin.
Dramatic Hearts:
The Destruction of Hollow Bastion.
It was Christmas and King Arthur and his court was feasting for full nine days to celebrate the filler of the last seat of the round table, Lancelot. Lancelot told tales of bravery, daring deeds and how he overcame the gauntlet, without any protective armour,
"It was then that I knew I was going to overcome the hardest challenge of my life; the gauntlet. The axes swung, hoping to tear my sinew out as a trophy, missed in vain…"
The steady beat of two hands in applaud could be heard, as a man garbed in pitch-black stepped out of the shadows.
"That was a very good, for an inverted comma, but not for a story I'm afraid."
The man stared hungrily at the King and his court for several minutes before pulling a piece of scrap paper out of one of his inside pockets,
"…If Arthur or Sora doesn't answer, use aggressive force to liberate his true disposition!" The man spoke gleefully at the mere notion of aggressive force,
"I would like to know exactly where the King of this destitute hovel is…" the figure spoke with malicious intent as he grimaced at the King and his court, "Or would you rather have a guest go unwelcome, Arthur?"
Time seemed to stop for all in Camelot, expect for the man and Arthur.
"I may not know who you are, but you are welcome to join our feast and tales of yore," The King spoke without fear in his voice and posture, but not in his heart," If that is what you wish."
The man then encircled Arthur with slow, even steps while stealing years from Arthur with a forbidden spell, from a Grimeloire, until a lone figure, whose loyalty to the King, was never questioned, even for a moment, spoke out.
"I don't know who you think you are-" A white flash brought back memories Gawain thought were lost forever-"Marluxia, why did you come here? I could have this mission over in a few more days!"
"Sora, as the Keyblade's chosen one, you should know that you can never achieve what Organization XIII can!"
At that, he forged a pathway into the Realm of Darkness, and then he ran into the gateway with King Arthur.
Another white flash took back any regained memories away, causing Gawain to become Gawain again.
Rain poured unmercifully upon the dark roads and the equally dark and unmerciful figure of which was a man, we could tell from his heavily muscled body and the mark of the Organization upon his brow.
A teenager, with golden blonde hair who wore an attire of white long sleeve t-shirt and white jeans under black short sleeve T-shirt and black shorts, stepped out as a means of confrontation to the stranger.
"Get out of my town," The teenager spoke with deep rooted hatred for the man, "Before Oblivion and Oathkeeper decides to show themselves…"
"Roxas, Please!" The stranger was now on the floor begging for mercy," I never told them to put you in Twilight Town!"
Roxas drew two uniquely shaped swords from thin air, the first, a white doubled bladed sword with a decoration of a yellow and blue star at the very tip of the sword of which connected the two blades together in a key shape, the other was a pitch-black single blade sword that looked like a chain, with a sapphire near the hilt and a extension to the sword that also caused this sword to resemble a key more than a sword.
"It seems your time in this Organization is…Oh what's the word…"Roxas said with mock wonder, "Over."
Roxas slashed furiously at the man for several minutes, he then put Oathkeeper down and touched the man's face, where the blood poured freely, and he then dropped five drops of blood onto his own symbol of the Organization, one drop from the point of each finger; His symbol began to disappear.
"One down, eleven more before I'm free of the Organization…"
Gawain woke when with a start; he had never had a dream quite like that before, he knew now more than ever before, he had to stop whatever it was that this dream was warning him about…But how could he? After all, the King was kidnapped months ago, and without any leads to his location, he would just have to wait.
As Gawain sat on his bed wondering, Lancelot approached him,
"It seems our King is at a place very far away place," Gawain stared up at Lancelot; he began to rekindle his hope, "called Hallow Bastion."
Gawain looked down again, he completely given up hope, Hollow Bastion was just a fable people told children to behave with.
Lancelot looked out of the window, he saw in his mind's eye, the man dragging Arthur away, and however, in his true eyes he just saw the promenade with people trying to find their lost King when a messenger came in with a letter, sealed with the King's symbol, and slightly torn on the right most side, as if someone tried to read the letter before hand.
"Sirs, a letter from Arthur himself!" the squire spoke beaming, after all, this was his first message that he had to deliver.
'I hope this letter reaches you in fair haste, we need to talk. I know that Merlin's spell is beginning to wane, and that you are dreaming about a blond haired teenager… ` The rest of the letter was torn off by unseen forces.
Lancelot read the letter several times to himself before handing it back to Gawain.
"Looks like we got ourselves a lead to the King." Lancelot spoke with a growing smile that began on his right cheek, and grew from his right ear, all the way to his left ear.
Lancelot and Gawain ran as fast as their legs would carry them, all the way to the lair of the arch-wizard that they once foolishly considered to be their friend, Merlin.