krazy_fool_X
I <3 Quina!
This is my KHIII fanfic where the gang must face the Unknown, a new breed of enemies. Please leave constructive criticism and enjoy!!
Prologue
A tall dark stranger collapsed outside a castle that time had forgotten. He looked up at the castle and roared. He got up again, his silver hair draping over his shoulders. His hood flung from side to side and his dark cloak was covered in blood. He flung open the door and shouted again. He fell onto his knees again and gazed at the floor.
“You look, erm, troubled?” A man stood on the upper floor, hung over the banister.
The stranger just looked up, his teeth gritting and grinding.
“It is nice to see you again,” He slid down the banister and landed right in front of the stranger. He bent down and lifted up his chin.
“Poor guy.” His mocking tone didn’t go down well with the stranger, “Come on, say something.”
“Get your filthy hands off me.” He batted the cocky mans hands away.
“Come on, old friend.” He started to laugh manically. He span around three-hundred and sixty degrees. When he arrived at the same spot, the stranger was stood up again. He was towering over the cocky man.
“Well…” The cocky man stood on his tiptoes and their eyes were on the same level.
He was thrown backwards until he fell on the floor. A keyblade appeared in the strangers hands.
“No, no need to be violent.” The cocky man crept up the stairs backwards, his hands occasionally slipping.
“No need to be so cocky, Braig.” The stranger carried on looming over the man called Braig.
“Never call me that!” Braig got up and pushed back. The stranger just laughed. “I’m warning you, don’t make me angry!” The stranger carried on laughing. He raised his keyblade high and lunged down.
“Stop!” Another man stood where Braig once had. “Who are you.” He walked down the stairs. He was just as tall as the stranger. He, like Braig, had a grey cloak on. He e had silver hair and a domineering aura.
“Who are you, should I ask.” The stranger gripped his key blade harder.
“This is Bradford, our leader.” Braig was cowering behind Bradford.
“You coward. So, you’re Bradford, the leader of the First Guard.” The stranger strolled around the entrance hall.
“Yes. Who are you?” Bradford stopped the stranger in his tracks.
“Names are for friends, so I need not give one.” The stranger lifted his keyblade and threw it down. Instantaneously, Bradford brought up a keyblade and stopped the stranger’s in its tracks.
Bradford’s eyes laughed for him as he glared into the strangers.
“The names Xehanort, if you must know.” Xehanort dropped his keyblade.
“Welcome to the First Guard.” Bradford offered his hand to Xehanort. Dark sparks flew when their hands met and the laughing in Bradford’s eyes became more menacing.
Prologue
A tall dark stranger collapsed outside a castle that time had forgotten. He looked up at the castle and roared. He got up again, his silver hair draping over his shoulders. His hood flung from side to side and his dark cloak was covered in blood. He flung open the door and shouted again. He fell onto his knees again and gazed at the floor.
“You look, erm, troubled?” A man stood on the upper floor, hung over the banister.
The stranger just looked up, his teeth gritting and grinding.
“It is nice to see you again,” He slid down the banister and landed right in front of the stranger. He bent down and lifted up his chin.
“Poor guy.” His mocking tone didn’t go down well with the stranger, “Come on, say something.”
“Get your filthy hands off me.” He batted the cocky mans hands away.
“Come on, old friend.” He started to laugh manically. He span around three-hundred and sixty degrees. When he arrived at the same spot, the stranger was stood up again. He was towering over the cocky man.
“Well…” The cocky man stood on his tiptoes and their eyes were on the same level.
He was thrown backwards until he fell on the floor. A keyblade appeared in the strangers hands.
“No, no need to be violent.” The cocky man crept up the stairs backwards, his hands occasionally slipping.
“No need to be so cocky, Braig.” The stranger carried on looming over the man called Braig.
“Never call me that!” Braig got up and pushed back. The stranger just laughed. “I’m warning you, don’t make me angry!” The stranger carried on laughing. He raised his keyblade high and lunged down.
“Stop!” Another man stood where Braig once had. “Who are you.” He walked down the stairs. He was just as tall as the stranger. He, like Braig, had a grey cloak on. He e had silver hair and a domineering aura.
“Who are you, should I ask.” The stranger gripped his key blade harder.
“This is Bradford, our leader.” Braig was cowering behind Bradford.
“You coward. So, you’re Bradford, the leader of the First Guard.” The stranger strolled around the entrance hall.
“Yes. Who are you?” Bradford stopped the stranger in his tracks.
“Names are for friends, so I need not give one.” The stranger lifted his keyblade and threw it down. Instantaneously, Bradford brought up a keyblade and stopped the stranger’s in its tracks.
Bradford’s eyes laughed for him as he glared into the strangers.
“The names Xehanort, if you must know.” Xehanort dropped his keyblade.
“Welcome to the First Guard.” Bradford offered his hand to Xehanort. Dark sparks flew when their hands met and the laughing in Bradford’s eyes became more menacing.