Post by Warrior of Light on Feb 14, 2018 23:07:36 GMT -5
He hadn’t meant to come here. Not originally at least.
The Warrior was able to recall how to properly use the Corridors that he could summon. He was able to pass through them with ease. However, all that meant very little when he wasn’t sure where he was going, and thus, he had stumbled upon a strange world that… defied all sense of logic and being. The scenery seemed to be walls, the sky painted on. The grass had the strangest texture, and he was certain the flowers were singing to themselves as he walked by. Needless to say, the Warrior had long since decided that he was not too fond of the place.
“Who are you?” asked a voice, and the Warrior turned. However, no one seemed to be in his vision, which caused a mild confusion. “Who are you?”
The Warrior turned once more, before seeing a rose seemingly talking. “… I’m the Warrior of Light.”
“Warrior of Light? That’s not a name,” the rose decided. “You must have a name, have you not? Who are you?”
“… I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s all confusing, now isn’t it? How could you not know who you are?” the rose asked.
Done with that conversation, the Warrior turned to leave, deciding that he was going to leave the world as well and never return. However, the world wasn’t about to agree to his plans, as he heard a distant sound that wasn’t that of singing flowers or taunting roses. Perhaps it was a Heartless? Or perhaps it was a local? All the same, he reached for Braveheart in its hilt, approaching the source of the sound, his expression as blank as it always was, his heart still sealed away with all his emotions. What he found was not what he expected.
The Warrior was able to recall how to properly use the Corridors that he could summon. He was able to pass through them with ease. However, all that meant very little when he wasn’t sure where he was going, and thus, he had stumbled upon a strange world that… defied all sense of logic and being. The scenery seemed to be walls, the sky painted on. The grass had the strangest texture, and he was certain the flowers were singing to themselves as he walked by. Needless to say, the Warrior had long since decided that he was not too fond of the place.
“Who are you?” asked a voice, and the Warrior turned. However, no one seemed to be in his vision, which caused a mild confusion. “Who are you?”
The Warrior turned once more, before seeing a rose seemingly talking. “… I’m the Warrior of Light.”
“Warrior of Light? That’s not a name,” the rose decided. “You must have a name, have you not? Who are you?”
“… I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s all confusing, now isn’t it? How could you not know who you are?” the rose asked.
Done with that conversation, the Warrior turned to leave, deciding that he was going to leave the world as well and never return. However, the world wasn’t about to agree to his plans, as he heard a distant sound that wasn’t that of singing flowers or taunting roses. Perhaps it was a Heartless? Or perhaps it was a local? All the same, he reached for Braveheart in its hilt, approaching the source of the sound, his expression as blank as it always was, his heart still sealed away with all his emotions. What he found was not what he expected.
