In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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((Just something to really jump-start my muse again since I've been sort of "off" for a little bit. Anyone can join in, if they really want. Whether it's a dream or something else is up to you.))
Black. Black, like water. Thick, dark, like ink, swaying back and forth. The waves, like water, hitting a non-existent beach. There was nothing--she felt formless. No head, no body, no arms, no legs. She could not see herself. Just...thought.
Then, like other dreams, a flash of light. Warm, but as if it had been crystallized in ice.
Colors, soft clouds of colors. Soft clouds of pink and blue, forming stars. Thousands of them. She, sentient thought, floated above the forming stars, that looked like cushioned stress balls surrounded by clouds at first, then beautiful marbles--all of different colors. Some blue, some green, some grey. Spinning, all separate, but connected by a red thread.
In the distance, some faded away, enveloped by a swirl of black.
Curiosity. Sorrow.
Gold foil-like worlds that were there, then suddenly gone.
Awareness dawns of someone who is not me.
Thought forms merged together, to form a picture. Antique. A young girl, in a flowing dress of white. An incomplete picture, that seemed to fade and fade into nothingness near the waist. A picture held together by a dream, perhaps. Antique, the dreamer. Though her hair was the color of snow.
She slowly opened her eyes, unseeing, a liquid mercury of amber, her arms spread out as if to embrace the fading worlds, her face a frozen mask. Floating in space, time, minds, dreams. Unable to be seen, unaware consciously.
Her head lifted as the presence of someone else inside this "dream"?
Ahh... sleep. Atlantace was aboard Bloodbane, and had just set the coordinates to orbit Radiant Garden. Well, he told Bloodbane to stick around the planet. Hopefully Atlantace could get some rest, looking forward to resuming the search for Aushe the next day. Settling into his bunk, his Dragon Armor on its stand, Ranseur right next to it, he sighed and fell asleep no sooner than his head hit the pillow.
Moments later, he opened his eyes and sat up, alarmed. He was no longer inside of Bloodbane, or in his bunk. He was in a strange black and white field, his armor on and Ranseur strapped to his back. Standing up and looking around bewilderingly, Atlantace scratched his head. "Where...?"
Suddenly, he felt the 'earth' beneath him tremble, and before he could do so much as reach for his Ranseur, everything turned black. His eyes were open, but there was nothing to be seen except black. Oppressive, thick, darkness. He closed his eyes, as they were beginning to hurt from the radiation of the darkness, and moved his arms around cautiously. He walked forward, slowly, eyes closed and arms waving about to prevent collision with... anything that may or may not be there.
Suddenly, there was a burst of light, like someone lighting a candle in a dark cave- it flickered, and Atlantace slowly opened his eyes. There was a small window in front of him, and it rapidly shuffled through different scenes, belonging to him and others. He saw planets, monsters, humans, and many other things, until the window just turned white. it illuminated Atlantace and parts of the darkness that surrounded him with a soft light that seemed to have swirling clouds in it.
Without realizing it, Atlantace was drawn into this swirl of light, staring at it as an artist stares at their art, contemplating. Suddenly, his nose touched the window, and he was sucked through!
Atlantace tumbled through the nothingness, landing on his back. He seemed to be suspended in midair, as there was nothing beneath him. In one direction, in the distance, he saw storm clouds. He looked the other way, far into the distance, and saw a gray, swirling mass. Shaking his head, he walked forward, towards what seemed to be another consciousness. How he knew, he did not know- but he could almost feel it.
As he neared, he began to see the figure, white and seeming to fade near the waist and lower. As Atlantace ventured slowly and curiously closer, he noticed that the figure was breathing, eyes closed, The being was female, his guess fueled by the dress worn, but he wasn't sure.
As he was within reaching distance, close enough that he could reach out and touch the being, his armor lit up briefly, and he drew his arm back as the girl opened her eyes. Her arms soon followed, as if waiting for an embrace.
Her eyes were a fascinating amber color, deep and calm. His highly contrasting fiery orange eyes looked into hers, and he could tell that she couldn't see him. Something about her was fascinating. Tearing his eyes away from hers, he took a step backwards. He was curious, and wanted to feel whether or not she was 'real'. Reaching out, his hand was just about to touch hers when there was a soft, questioning voice.
"Who is here, there, beyond me here?
Atlantace tensed his body and whipped around, looking left and right, until he realized that the voice came from the girl. He relaxed and his eyes made their way to the girl's once again.
"I am. and I am sorry to disturb you, Maiden of the Amber Eyes." He inwardly cringed, as he hadn't meant to say the bit about her eyes, but he continued."I was simply wandering... and something brought me here. I know not what lead me, and I am equally curious as to what I have found. Perhaps you may assist me?"[/b]
Atlantace's hand was still inches above the girl's, and he was still strangely compelled to touch her hand. since that one wasn't going to move, he used his other hand to brush the light blond hair out of his face and back to its position.
Long white hair melted into the image of the dress, which seemed to fade away to reveal the millions of stars and worlds. Worlds she had never seen, world's she had never been to. She was just very vaguely aware that they were there. Unseeing eyes seemed to focus on the presence before her, though she couldn't.
All she could hear was his voice. Feel his presence.
She curled her ethereal legs into her torso, the dress becoming more visible, though incredibly long. Like a ghost, it faded away near the bottom. She seemed to wrap her arms around something, the vision of a world coming into a view--as if she were trying to protect it.
You're a kind soul, are you not?
The world turned into a shining, crystallized heart.
The sightless eyes seemed to focus upon him, but he could see a certain cloud in them, which told him that she was still unable to see.
You're a kind soul, are you not?
Atlantace smiled, shaking his head. Of course I am a kind soul, to those that are my friends or to those that do not make me angry. Even my enemies receive small acts of mercy from me.
Her arms and legs began to move, causing Atlantace to quickly withdraw his hand. As she curled up and the world smoothly slid into existence within her grasp, Atlantace looked on with curious eyes. As the object she was holding turned into a crystallized heart, she spoke again.
What do you seek?
Atlantace slowly shrugged and moved closer. I do not know what I seek. I believe it was you who brought me here, after all. As he spoke, his eyes traveled from the crystalline heart to her mysterious eyes. Reaching out again, he placed his hand upon one of hers. Is this reality? do you know where we are?[/b]
As his hand made contact with hers, a small spark flew between the two, very much like a static shock. it was small, and Atlantace barely noticed it, but contact with maiden's hand sent a shiver up and down his spine, turning his armor from the blacks, golds, silvers and browns to a stark white, with wisps of gray closer to the bottom.
Though her arms never technically touched the crystallized heart, it was an almost protective kind of gesture around it. In the vision, tendrils of darkness seemed to tickle around the visible universe in an almost grotesque manner. It was almost as if she were trying to protect the Heart.
Is this reality? Do you know where we are?
She shook her head from left to right. She wasn't sure. Though, the questions brought up memories as the tendrils of darkness consumed the vague fuzzy picture of the universe, only to reveal something else. As usual, she seemed to blend in with the picture.
First, a town, in an eternal night. Bits and pieces of other worlds seemed to haphazardly be thrown together into a quaint, almost Victorian-esque place. There were people in the image, interacting, though the faces were slightly blurred, as if viewing them through the water. Other than that, the picture was crisp. Friends she had come across.
There's a reason you're here then. Isn't there?
The picture of Traverse Town faded out, before another one came into view. The image was worse than the last, but plenty to see. A Kingdom of Grey, medieval in it's architecture. Fallen knights lay everywhere.
They made contact. Touch.
A visible shiver went through the girl. The colors of her dress and hair went through the entire color spectrum. Shades of pink and blue seemed to be the most dominant.
Then, another vision. There was the sound of the roar of an ocean. Blue seas, crystal water. The sky reflected odd pastel colors. Two suns. A large tree on what looked to be a floating island drenched in sunlight. By far, a large tree--it seemed it was the entire world itself. Civilization built within the crevasses. The picture became more static, and it was by far the most difficult to see.
A wisp of darkness circled her head like a crown of flowers. The image blurred to nothing but dream scape colors.
A reason...? I'm not sure-[/b] The image of twilight town faded and changed. The scene of the castle full of dead soldiers produced a sharp intake of breath- it looked like Aushe's castle, back on Wuurcya. In the brief glimpse of the scene, he thought he recognized the personal crests of his own battalion. Before he could do anything else, the image faded.
The girl shivered, making Atlantace flinch, but his hand didn't move- it was as if their hands were bound together. As her clothing and hair rapidly changed colors, Atlantace pondered. That picture.. reminds me of my homeworld ...as I escaped. My men... all died. And the rest of the planet probably went with them... A single tear formed at the corner of Atlantace's right eye, and as he went to wipe it away, another image formed. Is that.... Yggdrasil? The great life-tree? The image fuzzed in and out of focus, but Atlantace ignored it. Was this her past? his past? the future?
Then, the maiden spoke, shattering his thoughts.
An- que
There seemed to be some kind of static that interrupted the name, but Atlantace still somehow understood. An...que. hmm... could the name be... Antique?[/b]
As he spoke, wisps of darkness seemed to gather around her head, and the great tree faded. He didn't know why, but the name Antique seemed to fit. As Atlantace watched the wisps gather about her head, he had a strange urge to whisk them away. The maiden seemed to be faltering in existence again, her feet seeming to blur into the space they were standing on. Atlantace noticed that his armor was beginning to melt back into the golds and browns, blacks and silvers that it was normally, very slowly. When the melting seemed to finish, the colors held their whiteness, as if someone had painted a white wash over them.
Swirling and melting, the crown of darkness swirling around her head much like satellites would rotate around a planet. Her image would suddenly ripple, much like when a pebble was thrown into the water, scattering, but then buoyantly coming back into focus--as if...wherever she was trying to go...just wasn't possible.
And she was stuck here.
Antique... if I may ask... why are you here?
Her presence solidified at the mention of her name, bringing her in a much sharper image, as if her name alone had solidified her being. Her eyes seemed to focus more on the knight before her, though she couldn't "see" him per say.
"I do not know."
The blackness of the scenery changed into a magnificent blue. They were floating above an ocean, speckled with pink flowers of an alien race. Two suns floated in the air, and a massive island suspended dreamily around--though it was blurred, like a very unclear memory. Giant roots anchored themselves into the ocean--roots of green peeking above the water.
(( Sorry for the delay! College work is getting to me!))
Atlantace took note of the images flickering around the dream-space that they were in, watching as the scenery kept changing. Atlantace was puzzled. Not only was this girl flickering within her own dreams, but she was unaware of her surroundings.
Still, he was intrigued. "Well, I will have to say that I don't know why I am here either. One moment I'm orbiting Radiant Garden, the next I'm here, which means I was brought here."
Atlantace pondered, and then got an idea. if she can project images... I wonder if I can project my own?
Atlantace focused for a moment, and the background slowly faded from the tremendous roots above the water, to a wide open plain. A breeze seemed to ruffle through the tall grasses that surrounded them, but did nothing to touch either Antique or Atlantace. Smiling, Atlantace looked around. It reminded him of home.
His memories were cut short by a simple thought. "Hey... Maybe you're here because you need help with something?"[/i]
Wind rolled over the stretched out grass field. Making the plants bend and take the appearance of waves over a sea of green. A big metallic battlefist was hanging idle by his side. The fingers moved, as it slowly stretched out to the tops of the grass that blew toward his hand. But the strands passed through the thick fingertips like the illusion they were. Like a ghostly image it encountered no resistance of reaction to the person standing in the field of grass. The battlefist closed itself, tightening into a fist and then started to quiver from it being clenched firmly.
The owner let his green eyes glide over the scenery, wondering how he got here. Questioning his whereabouts and reason for his presence. There was something here, a presence, an essence. Somebody who would answer to him for this. The green eyes narrowed down into a hateful glare. As he spotted something in the distance.
As the broad blond haired man placed his first step forward, darkness appeared from his footstep. Consuming the grass field in his immediate surrounding. Like an circle of black flames that seemed to lick over his lower body without affecting him. Like an eraser that smeared a black line of nothingness the muscular man drew closer to both Antique and Atlance. Not accepting the vision that the dragon knight called out for himself. Not being accepted by Atlance his memories to. Calmly strolling closer, slowly, like he had all the time in the world and no reason to rush.
Teardrop shaped pearl earrings dangled softly with every step. The large red jacket billowing subtle. As a murderous cold expression was so etched on his face it seemed to be carved in stone. He had been searching all this time, searching for so long. Perhaps this is where it had leaded him. Whatever the explanation, it would all come down to him pressing on. And so he did. He would get his answers from these other presences, one way or the other.
His threatening silhouette now came nearer to the duo. Close enough to be noticed. Still the focused man kept his slow pace and steady tread. His eyelids closed, with his head slowly bend forward so that his face would be harder to see. Dark thoughts spooked through his head. Anger, frustration, aggression and most dominant, the longing to break.
Amber eyes glanced over the plains. An expression of joy, though muddled by the own focus of the dreamer, spread over her face. Her appearance solified, though she probably looked a couple of moon phases younger than she was--but the image began to fade again.
"Hey... Maybe you're here because you need help with something?"
"Do I....?" she asked herself quietly. She hard pressed to remember--what was she doing here? Did she need help?
The sky of the plains exploded into night, billions of stars shining. Traverse Town's sky, the sky that was most recently familiar to her. She reached fading hands into the sky, grabbing starlight and wordlessly staring at the dream sustanance in her hands. Holding the starlight to her chest delicately.
"I want..." she began, but paused at another prescence her eyes didn't see. Darker than night, yet stirred. Troubled. She sensed anger. Though not completely seeing him, just as she didn't exactly "see" Atlantace, she turned to the other malevolant being.
The Dragon Knight examined the starry sky called forth by the ethereal maiden before him, and he smiled.
Suddenly, however, as Antique was speaking, she turned towards the horizon. Atlantace's gaze followed hers, and he shivered- the air had suddenly become colder.
Atlantace felt the dark awareness as it burned its way through his mind-scape, and he fully turned to look out toward the approaching man, to try and assess what manner of being was approaching with such a malicious will. Not toward anything in particular, but just toward the man's surroundings.
Atlantace's observation yielded little result beyond the obvious. He saw that the man had a long red overcoat, and that his fist was covered by a strange gauntlet. I do not like the looks of this... even if it is only a dream scape...
Atlantace took a step toward the intruder, his face neutral. However, the motion he made with his step placed himself between Antique and the darkened man, clearly stated the Dragon Knight's intention. He would be a shield, a defense, as he had always been for those whom he was loyal to. Not to mention, that she was a lady. The chivalrous code that he swore over forty years before still held true in every aspect of his life.
His face remained neutral, and as the malignant presence drew closer, Atlantace attempted to engage the man in conversation. "Greetings, and welcome to this world of dreams."
Atlantace's left hand twitched. His desire to draw the Ranseur attached to his back was growing with every step the darkened man took, but so far, he kept it under control. Even so, he felt a strange sensation, discovered that the 'ground' around them was turning black, emanating from the bold man that approached, but stopping a short distance from Atlantace, where, like a sand dune on the beach, resisting High Tide, the darkness was lapping against... something. Like water. The ground Atlantace had been standing on turned a sandy color as he thought this, and was resisting the dark energies for himself and Antique.
His neutral expression remained on his face, and he words went out again to the approaching man. "Why are you here?"
The muscular blond man came to a halt, several meters away from Atlantace. The darkness that emanated from his lower waste slowly disappeared until there was only a black ground of nothing he was standing on. As if by standing still he was no longer causing ripples to form in the water. Causing the surface of the lake to become still again. A lake of darkness.
His thick arms moved till in front of his chest while he crossed them. Tilting his head up slowly, the short blond spikes flailing back as his face became revealed to the noble knight. The green eyes full with the intent to kill met those of Atlantace. A sudden gush of wind erupted out of nowhere, ruffling the lose clothing and longer strands of hair. Breathing down an icy cold sigh over the two.
After an anxious moment of silence and staring without moving a muscle. The blond man opened his mouth ever so lightly to draw breath before saying in a cold tone: "... World of dreams huh..."
The left hand left his chest as he brought his arm beside him. Holding out the palm of the battlefist open and facing upward. As if he was carrying something non-existent. With this gesture he added force to his following statement: "You welcome me with one breath..." He then repeated the same gesture with his right hand, holding them both open now as if presenting two items while saying: "... Yet in the next you question my presence." The man left the statement hang in the air for a moment, giving the other essences time to understand his point. To make him realize the contradiction he just imposed upon him.
Crossing his arms back in front of his chest again his eyes narrowed subtle while he said: "Clearly you are not sure whether this is a dream or not." Now on a more hostile tone and a hint of anger in his voice the man concluded: "So for both our sakes, step aside so that that wisp over there can explain why the hell I'm here." His murderous eyes glanced passed Atlantice to the feminine appearance that hovered behind him.
The white maiden held the stars loosely within her hands--better yet, they floated there listlessly. A vague Feeling of "safe" seemed to wash about her--was it the one who was the dragon knight? She barely understood. It reminded her of another prescence--one that she could barely grasp onto, barely a figure, not even a face.
The ground below her, black, felt empty. She lowered her hands, to let the stars pour from them, into the darkness, creating an omnipresent night sky above them, and below them. A silent smile--such strong starlight.
"So for both our sakes, step aside so that that wisp over there can explain why the hell I'm here."
As she turned her head to the darkened prescence, her existance flickered out, but flickered in, like candlelight.
Atlantace's stance changed again as the stranger neared. His neutral tone changed to one of curiosity, especially as the dark stranger expressed his intention. He shook his head; "Heh, good luck. She seems to know as much about this place as you and I do."
However, he did not move from his position; his steady eyes gazing at the opponent. "My friend, no- -ng will b- ken-..." Atlantace spoke, his mouth moving and forming syllables, even as his presence flickered. He looked at his hands in amazement, completely distracted by the new phenomena. He looked back at Antique, confused.
"Well, it looks like I'm being Su- ned. My existence here is over, for whatever reason. Good L- ck fin....g w-" Atlantace's voice completely cut out, and he slowly started fading away. He gave a neutral nod toward the dark man, mentally storing the man's image.
Just before dissipating completely, Atlantace turned to Antique, and bowed, smiling. He opened his mouth to say something, but before any sounds or motions could be made, his image froze, and faded out completely.
However, as if remaining by pure will, a small star fell, similar in fashion to a snowflake, onto Antique's Ethereal shoulder, where it rested.
As Atlantace started to flicker and fade in and out of existence. The blond man's green eyes shot wide open as he tensed up his body. Balding his hands into fists and taking an aggressive stance. A bit jumpy he grommet: "What the hell?..."
As the knight disappeared completely it left only the vague female ghost and the young man behind in the darkness. Not pleased by this development he bared his teeth and growled. Anger rising inside of him. Angry at the fact the knight left him here. That he didn't share how they could be summoned away.
The starlit sky above the two started to fade out. As dark clouds rolled in from afar and crossed over their heads. Veiling the sight at the sky. The rumbling of distant thunder reached their ears. As they stood there under the foreboding storm while the mood turned as grim as the blond man's face.
With nobody left, his hatred now could only be projected upon her. Seeing her floating there like some kind of almighty presence unnerved the man further. This place was getting to him.
The blond man narrowed his eyes at the transparent figure. Glaring with a murderous intent. His fists clenching firmly. With agitated voice he said: "What I seek? WHAT I SEEK! What I seek is the damn exit. What I seek is..."
"...Kingdom Hearts..." The young female voice sounded from all around them. Rippling through the darkness like a thunderstruck. The man immediately froze up. His anger replaced by sheer shock. His eyes grew wide as well as his pupils. Trembling he stood there. Recognizing the voice all so well. Remembering with pain how that voice said those words against him. The green eyes turned glassy and unfocused. While standing there, lost.
Another thunderstruck, but no lighting had gone before it. Closer this time and louder. The thick darkgrey clouds rolled over them. Stretching for as far as the eye could see.
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