In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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Saxen had had some wierd dreams in the past, along with the occasional vision, although the visions were always small and insignificant, this was different. It wasn't just wierd, and it wasn't a tidbit of random future, it was the present. Somewhere, he had connected with another mind. What made this even stranger was that he was already trapped within his own mind while Deathblade roamed the night. "Who's out there?" he yelled. "Can anybody tell me what's going on?" He waited in this dream within a dream for some grasp of reality.
((sorry about shortness, I ran out of stuph))
Oct 13, 2010 21:53:13 GMT -4
Last Edit: Feb 25, 2011 20:45:35 GMT -4 by nomacaa
An endless sky, and a sea that went on into eternity. Fluffy white clouds hung lazily in a sky decorated by two suns. Images of a giant tree floated off in the distance. Directly above, a reflection of Traverse Town, though tilted upside down. It was hard to tell if the sea was the bottom, or Traverse Town the bottom.
She stood there, floating above the water, the water still except for the occassional ripple beneith her feet. Her image wasn't quite solid, and seemed to ripple in and out, just like the water.
"Aimo, aimo, neder luche," she sang, foreign words evaporating from her lips and dancing upon the blue water. White hair fell loose around her shoulders, as a simple white sundress whipped around her etheral figure.
"Noina milia, endel prodea...?"
Someone appeared.
She turned on bare feet to the new prescence within the dreamscape, and offered a smile.
As Saxen looked around, his ears picked up some singing. It was beautiful. He followed it to a girl standing in the water. As he approached, she turned around and smiled at him. She seemed almost like she could be from Anhnyqueg, but he didn't recognize her. Her eyes were warm, yet strong. "Who are you?" he asked, stunned. "Where are you from?" He didn't have any weapons with him, but he was wearing his army uniform. It was black leather armor with metal over his chest and shoulders. The royal family's crest of a heart with a cross adorned his chest. His boots were still his typical black boots with red rings at the top and he was wearing his black gloves. His features weren't as rough as usual. Something about this place calmed him.
Oct 14, 2010 15:10:33 GMT -4
Last Edit: Oct 15, 2010 16:12:22 GMT -4 by nomacaa
The white haired girl merely tilted her head at the soldier as the wind picked up, tossing pink and blue flower petals from a mysterious source on the water's surface. She held a serene smile, as if she didn't quite see him.
She stepped foward to the figure that she didn't quite see, the water below her freezing in elegant yet intricate patterns.
Where are you from?
Lifting up lithe arms, she gestured around her, as the wind blew again, tossing her hair and the sundress. As if she were a creature that bellonged here. White birds emerged from the blue water, long, pure white creatures, with long necks. Feathers floated around in a dizzy.
And became stars that decorated the image of Traverse Town's sky up above, and reflected in the water.
"Where are -you- from?" she said, her voice tingling like bells.
Saxen watched as the wind blew flowers around her. The girl motioned and birds flew out of the water. The feathers of the birds became stars, decorating the town above them.
"Where are -you- from?" she asked, her voice ringing in the air. "This is a dream afterall, is it not?"
"I'm not...sure what exactly this is," Saxen said, half to himself and half to the girl. "I am Saxen, Zytanh of Anhnyqueg, warrior of the royal family." he stated proudly. "And who might you be?" he asked, quite curious as to what was going on.
Antique kept her expression turned to the surreal sky above her. She could see little specks of light walking the cobblestone streets of the town reflected above her. Some lights shone greater than others, even in the crisp layer of snow. It was as if she were carefully watching over the town and it's inhabitants.
"I am Saxen, Zytanh of Anhnyqueg, warrior of the royal family." he stated proudly. "And who might you be?" he asked, quite curious as to what was going on.
She turned her attention back to him, tilting her head. It wasn't a name she recognized, and it wasn't the name of the knight she had met earlier. "Ah! You're a knight!"
The sea beneith them turned into a midevil-like scene--large, imposing stone buildings, a world that lacked color--a world that had only recently succumbed to darkness. Ghosts of people she vaguely remembered walked the ground. Horses pawed the ground, the sound of swords rang in the air--it was as if she had superimposed the world right there ontop of the sea.
"Like this?"
A banner with a red rose--a symbol her royal family. It was oddly detatched, as if she struggled to remember.
"My name?" she asked. "It's------" she said, her mouth moving, but the message not quite getting through, as if someone pushed a faulty mute button on a remote. "---I'm----knight, too-----"
"Ah! You're a knight!" she exclaimed. Not exactly, but close enough. Suddenly, the terrain around them changed to a medieval scene. He heard the familiar sounds of sword-fights. There were ghost-like figures littering the area along with horses. "Like this?" she asked.
He laughed for a moment. "Not quite. It's more like this." He focused. He missed her trying to say her name. If she could impose her reality here, maybe he could. As he thought, the world around him shifted once again. This time, to an underground city with Roman architecture evident in all of the buildings. The houses were domes and there was a wall around the city. Giant bats could be seen flying over the city; some had riders, other's didn't. The coliseum was easily visible on the other side of the city. There was a lighting system on the ceiling of the cave that put off a very dim light. The castle was tall and didn't have any doors or windows until the fifth floor. A rope ladder would be lowered to get people up. On the side of the castle, their was a large wooden frame in the shape of a heart and a cross inside. The spaces were filled with red glass. There were people, but they faded in and out. Some had pale white skin shile others had pitch black skin. The black ones were slightly taller and stronger.
"This is my world," he said as he finished. "Could you tell me your name again? I must have missed it." He looked around at the surreal image he had just created. It sparked a lot of emotion in him. He missed his world.
The young girl took in the scenery carefully, because it seemed so strange to her. The architechture was something that was unfamiliar to her, not even in her dreams. Was she...under ground? The thought seemed mind-boggling to her. How could one exist underground?
Her image flickered in and out as she contemplated.
"Antique vi F--------" she said, still glancing around. The voice came through cracked, entirely wiping out her surname.
Saxen didn't notice her flicker in and out before she said her name. There was something odd in her voice and he didn't get her last name. "Antique," he repeated to himself. "Pretty name," he said as he smiled at her. However, when he looked around, his smile faded away. His thoughts shifted to the heartless invasion hapenning here at that moment. His thoughts then started to seep into this farce reality. Several of the buildings began to crumble, but the Castle and the coliseum stayed standing. Suddenly, an army of heartless appeared. In front of them was a dying man. Saxen immediately recognized him as Grok. The man had used to be one of the biggest in Anhnyqueg, but was now thinner and weakened. His face looked haggard, but the darkness he had tried to use showed in his eyes. His silver hair had lost it's shine, but was still down to his mid-back.
These new illusions were the most real things in the dreamscape. All of the ghosts that had been there disappeared. Saxen stood there, jaw dropped, with a blank look on his face for a few seconds before reaching for his sword, which had appeared on his hip. He didn't pull it out, though. It was like something was keeping him from moving, but he watched the heartless descend on the city. He was going to offer her a tour before, but all thoughts had been rushed from his head.
Antique watched with a blank expression as the dreamscape turned into a nightmare. It was as if a mask had slid itself over her features, making the maiden of white almost impossible to read. The invasion of his world was very much like hers. Maybe that's what all people who were lost had in common. The Heartless invasion was all pretty much the same.
She glanced as the sword appeared on his side, and lifted a single hand to attempt to place it on his shoulder---but effectively, it just went right through him.
Eyes turned to the picture before them, wide. This...was not good.
Saxen was able to place his left hand on his sword after phasing through it a few times. He pulled it out slowly, still uncomprehending of exactly what was happening in front of him. The only thing he was aware of was fear. Finally, after several more seconds of watching in blank horror, he realized what was going on. He then flipped his sword from a backhand position to a normal one. He looked around for his bat, but Kalck was nowhere to be found. In his looking, he did, however, spot a tall, blonde haired man about his same age. He immediately recognized him as Jamey. Jamey was doing his best to fight the heartless, but the large amount of Armored Knights, Shadows, and Soldiers proved too difficult. Saxen bolted off to help his friend, but never got there. Not only did he never get any closer, he also got jumped by a group of heartless. Saxen then started yelling. He shouted both words of anger and calls for help, mostly anger, though. He did his best to fight the heartless and managed to keep most of them off of him, but the Shadows were elusive and the Armored Knights outnumbered him, so he quickly piled up cuts and other larger wounds. There was nothing he could do. He wanted to be able to save his world, but he realized that he couldn't and just gave up, forgetting that this was all just a dream.
The maiden of white watched as the scene unfolded around her. The takeover of this world by the Heartless. And as Saxen began to fight as well. As if...he didn't realize that it was nothing but a dream. But...how could she realize that this was a dream, but he couldn't? Amber eyes stared out to watch everything, and slowly obsorb it all in.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She wanted to help--but...how could she?
"Clarent...."
Resounding bells carried through the dream air. Her claymore, Clarent seemed to appear in front of her. She smiled warmly at the warm light as she grabbed the hilt. Within her hands, the claymore took on a most bizarre shape--it didn't look so much like a claymore, but...something else entirely. The maiden couldn't put it into words.
She dashed into the fight, the simple white dress becomming more complex, melting, to take on the more knight garb-look from Eucharistia. And at that time, she honestly looked like a knight--if not a rather short one.
Taking Clarent through more of the Heartless, she backed herself up against Saxen.
"You must wake up now, Saxen! You must leave this dream!"
She took a defensive stance against the Heartless.
Saxen was in pain, and lots of it. Suddenly, he noticed Antique standing next to him with a weapon. "You must wake up now, Saxen! You must leave this dream!"
This statement made him stop and think for a moment. Dream? He quickly remembered what she was talking about and replied, "No, I don't think I have to. Give me a few more minutes..." With that, he spun his sword and began taking out shadows all around him, while blocking attacks from the other heartless. Then, he stepped forward, using the momentum of his spinning blade to turn into powerful swings that he used to slice through the heartless. As he spun his weapon with his left hand, he used fire spells with his right to further decrease the number of heartless. As he fought, he kept telling himself "This is not real...this can end...only a few more..."
Soon, there were no heartless to be seen and he focused for a moment to return his world to normal. "So, would you like to see the castle?"
All she could think of was that she needed to get this other person out of the dream. With the injuries he was taking on, she didn't know if those would translate when he woke up. She'd been inside a never-ending dream for so long...and only recently started to recognize it. Frowning to herself, she kept slicing down Heartless as much as she could--they only seemed to keep coming though. It was only until Saxen destroyed them that they went away.
"So, would you like to see the castle?"
As quickly as it started, it had ended. She turned to look at the boy, and nodded.
Saxen smiled when she nodded. "Follow me," he said. Then, two bats came down from above. One was a simple black bat with a standing height of five feet. The other bat was Saxen's bond, Kalck. Kalck stood at 5'6" and was also black, but had red markings on his body that surrounded his eyes and seemed to follow his skeleton.
"Mount up," he instructed her as he swung his leg over so he'd be sitting behind the head, but in front of the wings. "Try not to grip too hard and hook your legs around ther shoulders." He had gotten used to this after doing it daily for almost a year. He got comfortable and then looked over to see if she needed help.