Prologue: Awakening
Journal Entry: June 20, 110 DC
It’s hard to believe that it’s the 16th anniversary today. Sixteen years since the fall of the Lucid Empire. I remember that day as if was yesterday, and looking back to everything I did before and up till that point, all I could say was that I had no regrets, and I still do not to this day. I was a proud knight, one of the wielders of the legendary Keyblade, a proud warrior of the Empire. I loved my country, I always had. But now, after everything that has happened, was it really worth it?
Heh, look at me, trying to convey my feelings, asking a question to a notebook. Yet, after all this time, I still do not know.
These days there were stories being told of the Legendary Lucidian Knights, the best of the best of the Lucidian Military. We were of the aristocracy, the high class of our society, now destroyed by the war. But for those of us who fought, we moved on, managing to rebuild our lives and live them how we saw fit.
I remember when it all began, that cold, winter night in Walkure, the Lucidian Capital. Back then, there was a huge fire in the residential district, and my parents died in the blaze. I was cold, sad, alone…
----
January 20, 0089 DC
Outskirts of the Imperial Capital of Walkure, Lucid Empire
Theme: Ace Combat Zero OST-Prologue
The surrounding area was in ruins, though the fires were, for the most part put out, but the damage was evident. Many of the people there managed to escape with their lives, and for the fortunate, with many of their belongings. But there were those who were not so fortunate, such was the case of a young girl. She was barely thirteen years old, with beautiful black hair and soft, icy blue eyes. She had lain herself there, in tattered clothing, scratched and bruised up and laying on the snow covered streets of the Walkure suburbs. The girl stared up into the cold sky, snow falling down.
Suddenly, a man in a brown long coat appeared in front of her. She had seen figures like him before on TV, he must be a detective, or a secret agent or someone of the sort. He probably knew that she was still alive, albeit injured. He spoke in a calming voice, “Are you okay?” At first there was no response, the man asked again, "Bist du in Ordnung?"
The girl finally responded, “Yes…”
The man bent down, so the girl could see his face clearly. He had blonde hair and blue eyes; he looked as old as her father, around his early forties. “Mein name ist (My name is) Anton, what is yours?”
“…Cecilie”
“Such a pretty name, I can tell you have potential, potential you can use to help those, and prevent tragedies like this from happening.”
“Potential?” Cecilie said surprised, and Anton dusted off the thing beside her hand, it appeared as if she was gripping something. As Anton lifted Cecilie’s arm, she winced in pain, meaning she had broken it during the fire. She looked down to her arm and saw a large key, attached to a Keychain. “Yes, you are a Keyblade wielder, people like you are hard to find within Lucidia.”
“A…Keyblade wielder?” Cecilie said in a daze.
“Yes, we keyblade wielders are the vanguard of the Lucid Empire, we are chosen by fate to defend the Empire against those who threaten it, chosen to help the people in their greatest need.” Dr. Kupencho grabbed Cecilie’s Keyblade, it looked similar to a Keyblade he has only heard of in stories, the Stroke of Midnight. But this blade was different, it was completely white in color, with a wheel like teeth, 6 spokes representing the 6 colors in the rainbow.
“What do Keyblade Knights do? What can they do?" Cecilie had so many questions she could barely contain herself. "Mr. Anton, how do you know so much about the Keyblade?”
The Doctor laughed, “I’m not surprised.” Anton extended his hand and a beam of light appeared in his hand, temporarily blinding the teenage girl. When she regained sight, she saw that Anton had a Keyblade, albeit different looking than the one she saw in her hand. “I am a Keyblade Knight, a Lucidian Knight of the Order of Gault. Dr. Anton Kupencho.”
Raising his Keyblade into the air, he utilized a spell, and several green sparkles surrounded Cecilie, she felt the pain she felt in her arm and from her cuts and bruises go away. Raising her arm, she could move it around normally.
“I want you to make a choice; you could stay here and potentially die from who knows what could be out, or you can come with me, and work your way to make a difference for the betterment of your people?”
Cecilie did not have to think hard about her decision. She wanted to get away from here. To forget what had happened here. Dr. Kupencho was giving her the chance to escape her fate, and move on to become something she would have wanted the most. It was her dream to be a knight, and with his help, she was going to live her dream.
Anton extended his hand, which Cecille accepted, grasping the man’s hand and letting him pull her up to her feet.
“Come on, I will take you to the residence of a friend of mine.”
----
Before hand, I was scared, confused and alone. I lost the will to live that day, but Anton came, he gave me a reason to live, a reason to live my dream. I owed my life to him that day, even though I never showed it to him then.
Journal Entry: June 20, 110 DC
It’s hard to believe that it’s the 16th anniversary today. Sixteen years since the fall of the Lucid Empire. I remember that day as if was yesterday, and looking back to everything I did before and up till that point, all I could say was that I had no regrets, and I still do not to this day. I was a proud knight, one of the wielders of the legendary Keyblade, a proud warrior of the Empire. I loved my country, I always had. But now, after everything that has happened, was it really worth it?
Heh, look at me, trying to convey my feelings, asking a question to a notebook. Yet, after all this time, I still do not know.
These days there were stories being told of the Legendary Lucidian Knights, the best of the best of the Lucidian Military. We were of the aristocracy, the high class of our society, now destroyed by the war. But for those of us who fought, we moved on, managing to rebuild our lives and live them how we saw fit.
I remember when it all began, that cold, winter night in Walkure, the Lucidian Capital. Back then, there was a huge fire in the residential district, and my parents died in the blaze. I was cold, sad, alone…
----
January 20, 0089 DC
Outskirts of the Imperial Capital of Walkure, Lucid Empire
Theme: Ace Combat Zero OST-Prologue
The surrounding area was in ruins, though the fires were, for the most part put out, but the damage was evident. Many of the people there managed to escape with their lives, and for the fortunate, with many of their belongings. But there were those who were not so fortunate, such was the case of a young girl. She was barely thirteen years old, with beautiful black hair and soft, icy blue eyes. She had lain herself there, in tattered clothing, scratched and bruised up and laying on the snow covered streets of the Walkure suburbs. The girl stared up into the cold sky, snow falling down.
Suddenly, a man in a brown long coat appeared in front of her. She had seen figures like him before on TV, he must be a detective, or a secret agent or someone of the sort. He probably knew that she was still alive, albeit injured. He spoke in a calming voice, “Are you okay?” At first there was no response, the man asked again, "Bist du in Ordnung?"
The girl finally responded, “Yes…”
The man bent down, so the girl could see his face clearly. He had blonde hair and blue eyes; he looked as old as her father, around his early forties. “Mein name ist (My name is) Anton, what is yours?”
“…Cecilie”
“Such a pretty name, I can tell you have potential, potential you can use to help those, and prevent tragedies like this from happening.”
“Potential?” Cecilie said surprised, and Anton dusted off the thing beside her hand, it appeared as if she was gripping something. As Anton lifted Cecilie’s arm, she winced in pain, meaning she had broken it during the fire. She looked down to her arm and saw a large key, attached to a Keychain. “Yes, you are a Keyblade wielder, people like you are hard to find within Lucidia.”
“A…Keyblade wielder?” Cecilie said in a daze.
“Yes, we keyblade wielders are the vanguard of the Lucid Empire, we are chosen by fate to defend the Empire against those who threaten it, chosen to help the people in their greatest need.” Dr. Kupencho grabbed Cecilie’s Keyblade, it looked similar to a Keyblade he has only heard of in stories, the Stroke of Midnight. But this blade was different, it was completely white in color, with a wheel like teeth, 6 spokes representing the 6 colors in the rainbow.
“What do Keyblade Knights do? What can they do?" Cecilie had so many questions she could barely contain herself. "Mr. Anton, how do you know so much about the Keyblade?”
The Doctor laughed, “I’m not surprised.” Anton extended his hand and a beam of light appeared in his hand, temporarily blinding the teenage girl. When she regained sight, she saw that Anton had a Keyblade, albeit different looking than the one she saw in her hand. “I am a Keyblade Knight, a Lucidian Knight of the Order of Gault. Dr. Anton Kupencho.”
Raising his Keyblade into the air, he utilized a spell, and several green sparkles surrounded Cecilie, she felt the pain she felt in her arm and from her cuts and bruises go away. Raising her arm, she could move it around normally.
“I want you to make a choice; you could stay here and potentially die from who knows what could be out, or you can come with me, and work your way to make a difference for the betterment of your people?”
Cecilie did not have to think hard about her decision. She wanted to get away from here. To forget what had happened here. Dr. Kupencho was giving her the chance to escape her fate, and move on to become something she would have wanted the most. It was her dream to be a knight, and with his help, she was going to live her dream.
Anton extended his hand, which Cecille accepted, grasping the man’s hand and letting him pull her up to her feet.
“Come on, I will take you to the residence of a friend of mine.”
----
Before hand, I was scared, confused and alone. I lost the will to live that day, but Anton came, he gave me a reason to live, a reason to live my dream. I owed my life to him that day, even though I never showed it to him then.
Last edited: