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Dark clouds stained the everlasting black sky, accentuating the bright
white color of the floating castle in the distance. Rain fell in sheets on the winding roads and alleyways, soaking Dusks
and Heartless alike.
One lone figure walked down the quickly flooding streets, never once minding the cold, pelting
rain or the winds that could bite through even the heaviest coat.
Water droplets ran down his forehead, matting his
thick, spicy-red hair to his face. The red-haired stranger looked up at the still-glowing heart-shaped ‘moon’
and smiled.
Usually, he hated water; it didn’t blend well with his fire element. If he tried to fire up, all
you would see was a burst of steam and a horrifying sizzling sound. It wasn’t pretty. But tonight he had no reason to
use his element, for you see, tonight was no ordinary night in The World That Never Was. Something ominous was brewing at
The Castle That Never Was, and Number VIII of Organization XIII did not want to be pulled into the thick of it.
Axel
hurried down the street towards The Alley To In-Between, where the doorway to the alternate Twilight Town was located. From
there he would continue to the Destiny Islands, where a day with his best friend would have to be sufficed by a secret visit
to his Superior’s worst enemy.
Sora. The Keyblade’s Chosen One. |
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