Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 18:45:15 GMT -5
The past was a graveyard.
There was nothing to be gained from looking back into the sunrise of your life. Memories, experiences, they all become stronger once you proceed farther into the edge of the spectrum. They threaten to cloud your vision, to force you to harken back to nostalgic times, to better days when the worlds did not try to overwhelm you with their threats and their complexities. The only sentiment available when reaching into the past was a lesson to be learned, weaknesses to be erased, experience to be put to good use.
Xehanort refused to let the failures of his future selves drag him down. His eyes were forever on the prize, forever set forward, his back turned to events that had come before that would dare cloud his mind, to distract him into a sulk. He was intent on marching forward, to seize victory rather than wallow in defeat. Mistakes were only lessons. Slight variables that needed corrected, tweaked ever slightly, so that all might function properly. So long as these worlds remained the broken husks they were, filled with the roaches that so desperately fought to save this doomed paradigm, nothing could ever function as it was meant to.
Xehanort would sweep it all away.
This world, it held so many echoes and phantoms of footsteps, its roads traversed by either traces of his heart or only a select handful of others. How curious it still was to him, even after being visited and seen through so many different eyes, this placid place locked eternally in twilight. Where others worlds gave sway to the whims of others, beckoned to the calls of day and night, this simple town among evergreen glades and auburn star-tinted waters remained ever the same. One could say it was the epitome of predictability. For a man such as Xehanort, it was hardly different than the desolate shores he had once called home. It was too small, and yet intriguing enough that it would draw a crossroads on every traveler’s map at some mark in their journey. Sora. Riku. Kairi. Even that dullard do gooder of a has been apprentice had all walked these cobblestone roads at some point or the next.
It was the perfect place to begin the Organization’s search for her. A locale synonymous with all that bounded the continued existence together, of fleeting happiness, of crumbling memories, of a purpose corrupted for which the penance had been erasure. This was where the subject in question held the strongest ties. This was where they were formed, strengthened, tested, and would be inevitably torn apart at the hands that guided all. The decision to first leave the islands, was perhaps the causality for the experiment’s conception. For were he not to have ventured beyond the sands of destiny’s sheltered harbors, such wondrous creations would never had come to exist.
Indeed, there were many who owed Xehanort.
The peaceful fabrication to this world was torn asunder. Darkness burst forth from nothingness like a caged dragon thrashing and writhing about to claim its freedom. Tendrils of obsidian reached skyward, the elements becoming an odalisque to the beckoning of Xehanort’s whim as a dark corridor took form. Onyx boots stepped out of the abyssal void, slamming the gateway shut upon the hooded figure’s exit. Beneath an ominous shroud of a shaded guise, eyes that burned gold with intensity of fire surveyed the hunting grounds of this forgotten Fourteenth members of Xemnas’ failed collective. That cold gaze wandered about the emptied plaza, then casually skyward to the tower that overlooked the town. There was little doubt in his mind that his presence alone would stir curiosity among the empty, those that could sense for hearts yet never know the comforts of feeling one for themselves. Or at least, that was what so many of the deigned vessels had been lead to believe. Xehanort would remain rooted to the spot, casting a disinterested stare to the sunset as he baited for his prey.
Xion