Trial & Error [Sora/Morne/Riku]

The stars hanged from the night sky, glimmering like diamonds, each one a world, a fragment of a greater whole that was no more. It was a beautiful spectacle but also a tragic one. Back then, stars had been things of legend, thought to be an omen of a great destiny lying ahead. Although of humble birth, his mother had told him that on that night at dawn, the brightest (and only) star she had ever seen shone over Daybreak Town.

But now they were nothing to him but reminders of his failure. The light was now scattered all throughout infinity, all because neither him nor his brothers and sisters could protect it. Now only he remained, chosen by providence among his peers to do battle at the final hour, for the second Keyblade War was upon them and with it, the end of this dying realm.

Now was the last chance for redemption, not just for him, but for all of his kin. He would wield their strength, their faith and put an end to this downward spiral of misery. And to that end, he would go as far as he had to and endure the unendurable. His fellows would have said he had gone mad, but this was the price to do the impossible and his mind was made up.

There was a twinkle in the sky and from it a falling star fell onto the ground, stopping just short of crashing before dropping gently. The glow subdued and the figure of Morne emerged, a white warrior in silver armor, In a way similar to others the boys had seen before, such as Lingering Will's or the Ventus Armored Nightmare's, however, this one was far more archaic than any they’d ever seen.

He had come here after finding the trail of one young man called Sora. Supposedly he was to be one of the warriors for light in the coming battle. He couldn’t help but to wonder what sort of person he’d be, surely he had a strong heart like few others if he had been handled such a crucial task.

And yet, even though he may very well be an extraordinary one, as the Old Man had told him, he would damn this whole reality should he fight. It was high time he stopped this madness.

Approaching the oddly shaped tower, his body turned into sunlight, filtering through the door. Once inside, he looked up the long, winding stairs, knowing that they were probably aware of his presence. This was a wizard's tower after all, surely it had measures against uninvited guests. Not that he ever intended to hide.

Going up the stairs and through the mist, he appeared in a magical domain, with stairs that appeared and disappeared in thin air, "Heroes of Light, I shall not make you wait". His hands then joined in prayer, and as he did his feet lifted off the ground, shooting towards the top of the fortress, landing on the topmost flight of stairs. He could tell there were others just beyond the door.

He had sworn to destroy the lights and darknesses destined to do battle, but he couldn't help but to hope there was still another way, one that didn't involve massacring the heroes of this epoch.



Faith: 3
ATK Bonus: 30%
[hp=100/100]

Almost immediately after his arrival, the gates started to open, the illumination from within the room lighting up a spiky-haired silhouette. After a brief instant staring at him, he turned to light once more and shot towards the figure, like a torrent, he gushed through his sides and through the semi-open door, filling it all with a stark whiteness for a fleeting momento before he materialized in the room, suspended in midair, cradling one of his strange, key-shapped arrow-spears over his shoulder.

For a moment he remained silent, simply surveying the room with a glacial, immutable stare, his eyes stopping every time over each of the people gathered there. According to what the old master had said, this should be Yen Sid's abode, and the aging, bearded man was the retired Keyblade master himself. This meant that one of two young men had to be Sora, his mark.

The tall, silver-haired one looked the part. Morne could tell from a glance he was quite strong and more mature than the other one. Yet, his intuition told him he was the purest of the two. Whatever the case, he doubted either would stand aside if it came down to battle. Sora was apparently a very talented wielder, and though Morne trusted his strength to carry him to victory, this could very well complicate things.

"Wielders of today", he finally said, "I come bearing grave news".

"Our world is dying. The gaping wounds of the keyblade war left it bleeding out for long eons and now, with the second keyblade war upon us, its last breath draws near. By fate's decree, seven lights and thirteen darknesses will clash, unleashing Armageddon and that shall be our end", the gravity of the situation was laid bare for all to see in his words, "And now, at the edge of perdition, I, Morne Caelis of Unicornis, have come to put an end to this madness".

Gently, he descended down to the floor, turning to face the two wielders, "The one called Sora is who I seek, for his could be the hand that slays the world".

Edited out. Sorry for double post.

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