keyblade war : The Keyblade War: Reborn

"Now listen here! There's alot more at stake than you know... I, myself, have been through so much pain and agony before..." Raxtion then took the cigarette out of his hand and stared down at it with an intense passion that wasn't there before. His eye's, themselves, seemed to tell a story of pain and sadness... "I've been there in times of glory and sadness... I've been there when we took down those crime bosses that thought they were above the law, I've been there when I had no other choice but to watch comrades be killed, I've been there when their families were told the bad news... I've been awake in a city that was asleep... I've walked the streets alone at night. And what do I have to show for my stories?" Raxtion slowly put his cigarette in his mouth and inhaled... "Emptiness..." Then Raxtion exhaled the dirty, grimy smoke from his lungs along with his problems... The smoke and his memories both seemed so similar, just stories that blew away through the ever foggy smoke of time...

 

" You? Tragedy ? You don't seem like the type . . . . I myself experienced tragedy, one of the reasons why I care for others so much." Phisoxa said turned her face away to the side.

 

Raxtion slowly walked towards her and knelt down infront of her. "Then, don't you see? You and I are alot alike... Why don't you tell me where that city center is, so that way we can end all the tragedies in the world!" said Raxtion

 

" Eh . . . its not like I have much else to loose . . ." Phisoxa said leaning her head down as pure white bangs fell down over her face. Suddenly she pointed her arm out in the direction of the smaller castle in the distance that was off to the side of the main palace. " There, that is the castle of the knights." And without another word she stood straight up and began walking off in that direction leading them towards it.

 

Suddenly all the illusions that Raxtion had created faded away, including his Fadora and his cigarette. Then he smiled and began following her. "Sir, she says the city center is this way!" said Raxtion turning back to Mixt and also coming to attention.

 

Mixt followed along, a grin crossing his face in the anticipation of the coming events. When the finally reached the main door Mixt simply gave it a solid smack with his keyblade rendering it useless. "I wonder if the architect payed any mind to the city center when constructing this place. I would hate for this plan to come to fruition in a broom closet, though in the end it matters not, so long as it all works."

 

"Just watch it, there will be some men waiting on the otherside I suggest you stay on your alert unless you want to be overrun." Phisoxa said looking off to the side as the large wooden door fell off it's hinges with a loud slam. After the door was dispatched Phisoxa walked inside but she stopped in her tracks. The look of shock on her face wasn't from Mixt's show of strength but something even more sinister inside. On the stone floor lay the lifeless corpses of soldiers, some with their throats slit and another was unlucky enough to be impaled with a long spear that looked like it belonged to one of the metal armor sets in the hallway.
" What happened . . .?" Phisoxa said as she dropped to her knees at the location of one corpses. " It doesn't look like there was a fight, nothing damaged . . . no weapons drawn . . . ." Phisoxa sunk back up to her feet, a mix of skepticism and shock shown on her face.
" I think we have company . . . yet I don't see any of the council members here among the fallen which is strange. Phisoxa began walking off down the hallway, not paying attention to the men she was with, right now she wanted to know where everyone was and why it was so quiet inside of the castle.

 

Raxtion stayed alert. He was looking around while trying to stay close to Phisoxa. If anything attacked him or her, Raxtion would be ready.

 

Phisoxa rounded a few corners before running down a flight of stairs that lead to the grand meeting room. When she got there she pushed the doors open and wandered in. The room was dim except for a chilling peering down at the ground from the ceiling. As Phisoxa walked forth into the darkness her foot hit something and that's when she realized it was the corpse of a council member followed by a few more that came into view. Thats when Phisoxa let out a scream of horror but thirty seconds into it a large object came flying through the air on fire and lodged itself into the wall behind her almost hitting her. The object appeared to be large metal axe.
" Oh sorry dear, I didn't think that was you." Said a man's voice in the darkness as a hooded figure stepped out into the light. When the man removed his hood, it revealed the man to be Rould.

 

"I see, so that is how the war escalated so quickly. Both sides were being played. An attack on yourself with a different face. Almost makes me look like a good guy! Well if you don't count the genocide. But who does really?" Mixt walked straight on through to the middle of room not bothering with the action though he expected to be dragged into it quickly enough. Mumbling to himself he said "I think it is right around here somewhere"

 

Rould chuckled while staring down at Mixt with yellow eyes that glowed softly in the darkness of the room." Well my face isn't the only one you should expect to see behind all of this, after all I was only the mind behind it. Another had the authority and resources to make this happen." Right then another man dressed in a hooded cloak walked forward removing his hood. The sight of the man's face throwing Phisoxa into deeper shock. " How could you !!!!" Phisoxa screamed as the man turned out to be Nathaniel, the council leader. Weeping while in a fit of rage Phisoxa sunk to her knees and then passed out on the ground. Nathaniel's face seemed emotionless throughout it all but his corner of his lip quivered as if the look on his face was only hiding a whirlwind emotion within him, but he stayed silent even then, letting Rould do the talking.
" Hmm and what are you looking for General?" Rould said his face still wearing a smile.

 

Suddenly from behind Rould, Fardel came leaping out of the shadows and attempted to slash him into pieces!

 

Rould didn't even turn around when Fardel launched a ambush, before Fardel could touch him Rould spun around and threw a punch and kick of inhuman strength at Fardel with enough force to send him flying off the platform Rould was standing on and down onto the ground below next to the unconscious Phisoxa,but it wasn't enough to kill him, just to rattle him a bit.
" Insubordinate fool."

 

Fardel crashed into the wall with intense force... Blood dripped down his mouth, probably from some internal bleeding he was suffuring from. Fardel then got up "YOU DARE CALL ME INSUBORDINATE! Look at the destruction you've caused! You won't live to remember this day!" Fardel then got up and charged at Rould again, but this time he threw his sword ahead of him at Rould while he continued his own charge.

 

"I'm looking for the exact center of this city, well I guess it doesn't need to be entirely exact a few inches won't really matter." Mixt placed a hand on the floor and was quiet for a few moments like he was listening for something before shaking his head and standing back up, walking around a bit.

 

" Why would you want to do know that?" Rould asked casually as he summoned his keyblade and began to make swordplay with Fardel as if it was only a simple fencing lesson.

 

"You'll see soon enough. Maybe, can't say for sure but you seem like a survivor" Mixt commented as he squatted down to examine another point on the floor like he did before. "Ah, should have guessed." Mixt then walked over to to a stage like area at the back of the room. "The center of the room as intersected by back wall with a golden rectangle" Mixt then drew out a needle and pricked his finger, using the bloodied needle to draw out a fine transmutation circle in his blood.

 

Fardel backed away from the fight and looked at what Mixt was doing. More interested in that than in killing Rould.

Raxtion watched with a big smile on his face, and not a care in the world!

 

Phisoxa was awoken by all the commotion in the room and sat up about twenty feet away from where Mixt was drawing. Inside of her mind she was hoping this was all a bad dream, but judging from the burning on her cheeks from fresh tears it was all too true. She looked up at Rould and Nathaniel, watching as Rould fought with a man who's face she couldn't make out since her tears were warping her vision. Deep inside of her heart rage began to boil and corrupt her thoughts, turning them into thoughts of revenge. Phisoxa then stood up, continuously staring at the men up on the platform in a eerie silence. She then gritted her teeth and squeezed her fist tightly as the air around her began to get thick with some sort of energy coming out of nowhere.
" You *******s . . . I won't let you get away with this, I can't let you after so many lives lost. .. .. I'll never forgive you as long as I live. . . " Phisoxa said under her breath as in a split second she teleported forward, a strange aura beginning to form around her body as she towards the platform. In her palm a strange blade appeared, but in the darkness of the room, the blade was concealed by a aura of energy. Once ontop of the platform Phisoxa went berserk, engaging in combat with Nathaniel who was completely caught of guard. As the two fought the room was almost ripped to shreds as Phisoxa's rage of power blew the roof off, showing the nightsky above. It was a battle of life and death for Nathaniel, who felt a bit challenged by Phisoxa. The moment Nathaniel took his attention away from Phisoxa was the moment Phisoxa landed a hit on him, slicing him across the chest and sending him flying down onto the ground blow, his blood pooling out onto the tile floor beneath him, but he was still alive. But Phisoxa didn't even bother to finish the deed she only landed on a ledge fifty feet up in the room, looking down at them. Rould had been keeping a eye on the battle the entire time and instead of heading towards Phisoxa or Mixt he turned his attention on Nathaniel whom he walked towards. Rould stopped near Nathaniel as he struggled to get him, coughing up blood. Phisoxa jumped down from the ledge and watched from a distance, the strange weapon in her palms.

" Rould what are you doing, get out of here before she goes berserk on you too." Rould only stood there watching him with eeriely calm and face, he then walked over to Nathaniel's keyblade which sat lodged in the ground nearby and walked back over to Nathaniel. " Its about time I put you out of your misery boy, I'd rather not have you slow me down in the future." Rould said as he stabbed the blade into Nathaniel's back, causing him to shout in pain." Rould why? I thought were in this together, you are my mentor ... damn it !!!" Nathaniel said cursing as his blood began pooling more. Rould then turned away from him and began walking away, he then disappeared into a portal before Phisoxa could pursue him. Nathanial was left in the darkness of the room, bleeding to death, in his final hour he turned his gaze towards Phisoxa, a saddened look on his face as he rose his outstretched hand and pointed it towards her. Phisoxa was in shock and confused, the energy still coursing around her body, wondering why the man who betrayed her and everyone she loved looked so saddened now. Nathanial mouthed something on his lips quietly before collapsing and dying right there on the cold floor. Before Phisoxa could react further, her body began to feel overwhelmingly dizzy and passed out on the ground again as the X-blade's power collapsed in on itself. A large orb of light formed in the air above them and busted out the windows as it exploded. But Phisoxa wasn't dead, instead, she was in a deep sleep.

 

Once Mixt finished the intricate design, he took out the red stone he had taken from Phisoxa so long ago and placed it in the center. Then he squeezed his finger where he had pricked it to squeeze out a single drop of blood to fall on the stone, the color matching so perfectly it was rendered imposable to see in an instant. A bitter cold wind swept through the room, the city, even across the entire realm of light. But despite it's strength nothing moved in the wind, instead to seemed to pull at your very soul since that is exactly what it was doing. The blood that was shed in the war led to mass amounts of spiritual energy left discards, all now racing in to Mixt's transmutation circle. With this tempest of souls those that barely clung to life were pulled away with the rest. By the time it all reached the hall of the knight's council it was almost palpable. Mixt stood with his keyblade over the circle pointed down. "Totus est unus, unus est totus" he said with overwhelming authority as he plunged the blade down and smashed the red stone. In an instant the flow of energy in the room changed as it exploded outward, only to collapse back in even harder. Above the keyblades hilt was a speck of red that slowly began to grow into an intricate crystal. At first glance it appeared to be of striking similarity to the one that was just smashed, but to those that were able to sense the underworkings of such an artifact the two were as different as night and day. Mixt reached out and grabbed a hold of it, holding it up to the night sky. With a huge smile on his face "We've done it, friend. Nothing in this world can stand before us now"