The Keyblade War-Breath of the Future

When it became clear to the Natives that they could not win, they retreated with what little forces they had left. Retreated back to their city to baracade themselves and their families.

 

Mixt made one more snap but the was no fire this time, this time it was to dismiss his keyblade. After that he returned to the glade to collect two baskets of flowers, making sure to include roots so that the flowers could be replanted, and brought them to Dr. Traken. "As long as I'm there in flower collection ventures the shouldn't pose any real issues."

 

"Excellent." said Dr. Traken as he took all the flowers and carefully laid each one out on different tables. "Mixt, I'm very proud of you. You accomplished a goal that was becoming increasingly difficult for me to do." Dr. Traken was ready to begin extracting the nectar when he realized that Mixt might want to go home to his son. "You know, Mixt, this process could take a while to test and all. Are you certain you want to hang around here. This should be enough to test with. Once I am ready to put this into mass production, I can give you a call or something along those lines."

 

"Are you sure you want to conduct you're research here? Those that remain fear me but I don't think they would think twice about attacking you, and they saw you with me at the begining so they will know to look for you."

 

"I appreciate the conciern, Mixt." said Dr. Traken "However, those primal beasts can not penetrate this labratory. I knew they would cause me trouble. So, I created my own shield mechanism. As soon as you leave I shall activate it and remain undisturbed until I call on you again. You may even use one of my Dimension travelling Gummi ships to go back home if you wish."

 

Mixt shook his head "It's okay. I'll use my own legs to take me. As long as you're sure that I'm no longer needed." Mixt then walked out of his old master's home. They way that Dr. Traken had said he wanted Mixt to kill them all didn't sit right with Mixt. It sounded like the man had a personal vendetta against these people. Mixt wanted to grant them protection in case Dr. Traken decided to attack them while they were weak, but it seemed impossable that those people would accept anything from Mixt. Mixt opted instead to go to a secluded area of the forest to go and meditate in a tree.

 

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Dr. Traken watched Mixt leave and after about five minutes or so when he was sure Mixt was gone he began talking to himself. "Yes, now that I have everything that I need I will soon show that arrogent race who is dominent. Then, I will rule over this universe with my immortal power! No one will stop me. Finally, I will get the respect I deserve." Dr. Traken then began insanely laughing

 

ooc: I got a feeling its going to go no where now, since obviously ansem can't double post and do his evil deeds.

 

ooc: I was actually hoping that it would be several posts... becuase Dr. Traken has several evil deeds to do... That's kind of why I wanted Mixt to go back to Phisoxa.

bic: The fly continued to watch Phisoxa and Mixt's child. Intent on watching it possibly forever.

 

Mixt sat in meditation for what easily could of been an hour but no revelations came to him. As much as he did not want to leave those people with so little defense left Mixt had no way of helping them, he could only hope that enough of them would be smart enough to run for their lives but from what he saw of that culture he doubted they would run early enough to be saved.

 

Nuthura entered the balconey after waking up and greeting her husband this morning, she wanted to see how Phisoxa was doing and seemed happy that she had managed to have the courage to tell people about the child. She stopped there, nearby Phisoxa and Phisoxa handed the child to Nuthura after a few moments of Nuthura begging to hold to the child. Phisoxa wandered over to the rail and sat down upon it, relaxing.
Phisoxa:" You ever have the feeling that there is a extra set of eyes following you around and seeing whatever happens to you? That is what it felt like before I told anybody about this."

 

"Why yes I have." said Dr. Traken to answer Phisoxa's question as she asked it. "Oh, wait... you weren't talking to me... Oh, how silly of me, Phisoxa. It appears for my plan to work, I will have to get the Panacea Fighters to do the dirty work, seeing as how Mixt has not left this world. However that will work to my benifit."

 

Having convinced himself that there was nothing he could do to try and prevent something he only had vague suspicions of. So Mixt summoned The Gate of Alchemy and stepped through, making his way back to the realm he now called home. Back to Phisoxa. Back to his child.

 

Phisoxa chuckled as she grabbed one of the rose blooms of a bush that stood suspended near the balconey and held it in her hand.
Phisoxa:" All of it is strange isn't it, It was probably just my own guilt that made me feel that way."

 

Suddenly a strange grayish creature appeared about five feet away from Phisoxa and Nuthera.

 

Nuthura was the first to spot the creature and didn't know whether to panic or to do much else.
Nuthura:"Mother, what is that?"
She said stepping back a bit trying to keep the baby calm in her arms.
Phisoxa did not seem a bit effected by the appearance of the creature and how close it was to her child.
Phisoxa:" No idea. . ."

 

The creature hissed and growled a little and then rushed at Phisoxa, screaming.

 

Phisoxa made hardly any effort to summon her keyblade and walk forth at the creature as Nuthura hustled away a few feet away from the creature to avoid being too close to it's path. It appeared that Phisoxa was just going to walk into the fury of claws and teeth or whatever methods of attack the creature had but suddenly in a quick swipe landed three strikes upon the creature's body not hardly even moving a muscle.
Phisoxa:" How the hell did you venture into my world and not be killed?"

 

the creature smiled as it quickly regenerated all of the slash's. Then two more appeared near Nuthera, attempting to take the child.

"That's right, my Panacea Fighters, take the child and bring it to me." said Dr. Traken through a microphone that only the Panacea Fighters could hear.

 

Phisoxa sighed loudly as she attempted to use attacks that did not involve her keyblade, but magic, constantly hitting it with a barage of fire.
Phisoxa:" Nuthura, get Atem out of here I will handle them myself."
Nuthura tried to find a way out of the mess but she was surrounded and rocked the child as she tried to comfort him, his frail heart of light being slightly effected by the violent intent of the creatures, the darkness it produced in the air.
Nuthura:' Go away !!"
She said as a sword appeared in her hand and she tried to fend them off with the child in her free arm.