Post by xehanort on Aug 10, 2019 20:47:55 GMT -5
He stumbled for the 'nth time yet, his hand seeking out the nearest sword to grab onto before his blunder sent him to the ground. His arm shook from the effort of supporting his body, and his breath had been unsteady for some time as well. This place was still so close to the dark, and he could feel it in the thick, humid air. It was like a scentless miasma, constantly looking for some way to creep into his body and afflict him with one sickness or another. He used to welcome this environment. It was the perfect breeding ground for every experiment of his back then. Now, though, weak and starved, there was nothing in this land of swords that was to his liking. The World had turned on him in his absence, that much was clear.
Xehanort wouldn't let that keep him down, however. He was stronger than that... Or at least, his curiosity was. His memory was a bit fragmented in the wake of certain recent events, so he'd need some solitude to get his head together, but one thing he knew for sure is that he shouldn't be there. At least, his soul shouldn't be there. He recalled the feeling more vividly than one would prefer. The exhaustion, the complete concession to his fatigue, and the total emptiness after letting the last breath escape him were all still clear in his mind. Yet, something happened that put him right back here, where he started. It was obvious to him that, between then and now, something happened he didn't remember. Whatever it was, it had to be responsible for him standing there, breathing, sweating, living. The question was, what was it, and who set it in motion?
He pushed off and set to walking again, strolling along the clear path through the army of Keyblades that served as the only road with one loose fist behind his back to support his poor posture as he went. The going was slow, given his sheer lack of energy, but it would serve to get him where he needed to go, even if he limped and stumbled the whole way there. He just had to get back to the crossroads. That was where he had left it- The thing that he could use to open the path to other Worlds less dangerous than this one. He hadn't the strength to summon it from so far, but soon enough he could pluck it from the ground and set about investigating all that had occurred in lost time.