Kingdom Knight Ark
04-21-2007, 01:54 AM
((hey this si my first KH fanfic...um ya lol, this si the beginning...there will be more!!!))
~Kingdom Hearts 3~
~Baptism of Flame~
Allen stood at the edge of a cliff, he looked down over the valley he called his kingdom; a warm wind brushed the silver grey hair out of his ashen grey eyes. He had felt a disturbance in his land, tremors of darkness in fields of light. He had ruled here for seventy years, had lived a rich full life as king, and had a son who with time could take his place. These things where his life, and now he felt as if everything he had known in his life balanced on the edge of a knife.
Allen learned of the threat to his land when a messenger, a funny fellow with big round ears like a mouse. Claimed he was a fellow king of a distant land, and that the darkness that had now spread to Allen’s kingdom was preparing for an attack. Allen was an experienced king, he had seen many battlefields, won many wars, and so he knew when a warning was given that he should wisely prepare for battle.
His army was ready in a matter of days; they hoped to hold the entrance to the valley. Brave knights all armed and ready for the attack, the short mouse king had even offered to stay and help in the battle. During a battalion’s briefing Allen’s son had come in and demanded that he join the fight, he was a young lad, a stable boy of seven-teen but not ready for something of this size or scale, and yet something the mouse king had said had made Allen come to this spot, to think, and to decide…if his son was destined for Battle. If he was something the Mouse had called…a ‘Keyblade’ wielder.
“Father? May I have an audience” Vincent said as he came up the path, he was wearing a full suit of armor, the chest plate was edgy, the gauntlets spiked, the whole suit made to resemble a Dragon ready for combat. He held his helm at his side and knelt at Allen’s feet, long Silver hair covered his face as he awaited his father’s permission to stand.
Allen turned and looked at his son. He had wished that the day his only son would wear the armor he himself had worn so many times would never come, but here he was, Vincent shinnied brightly in the fading light of Dusk. “You may stand my son, there is something…I must give you” he gripped something in his hand, the king said it would be the weapon that could give them a chance…it was a trinket, a Keychain of a star, tied together with blue string.
Vincent stood and approached his father he looked him in the eyes, they where the same, two sets of ashen grey pupils. Father and son on the cusp of war, with an enemy that was said to be made of the shadows themselves, stealers of hearts and devourers of the Light, monsters created from their own fears, doubts, insecurities of the heart. “I am ready father, I have spoken to the king ‘Mickey’ he has told me what I am destined to be,” Vincent could see the age in his fathers worn face, the scars of battle representing the blood spilled for their land.
“I have heard the king’s words my son,” Allen placed a well gauntleted hand on Vincent’s Shoulder, “that is why I have asked you here, to see if what the king suspects is true…here take this in your hand” Allen reached out his hand and dropped the Keychain into Vincent’s, for a moment Vincent saw his father and then…everything went black.
~Kingdom Hearts 3~
~Baptism of Flame~
Allen stood at the edge of a cliff, he looked down over the valley he called his kingdom; a warm wind brushed the silver grey hair out of his ashen grey eyes. He had felt a disturbance in his land, tremors of darkness in fields of light. He had ruled here for seventy years, had lived a rich full life as king, and had a son who with time could take his place. These things where his life, and now he felt as if everything he had known in his life balanced on the edge of a knife.
Allen learned of the threat to his land when a messenger, a funny fellow with big round ears like a mouse. Claimed he was a fellow king of a distant land, and that the darkness that had now spread to Allen’s kingdom was preparing for an attack. Allen was an experienced king, he had seen many battlefields, won many wars, and so he knew when a warning was given that he should wisely prepare for battle.
His army was ready in a matter of days; they hoped to hold the entrance to the valley. Brave knights all armed and ready for the attack, the short mouse king had even offered to stay and help in the battle. During a battalion’s briefing Allen’s son had come in and demanded that he join the fight, he was a young lad, a stable boy of seven-teen but not ready for something of this size or scale, and yet something the mouse king had said had made Allen come to this spot, to think, and to decide…if his son was destined for Battle. If he was something the Mouse had called…a ‘Keyblade’ wielder.
“Father? May I have an audience” Vincent said as he came up the path, he was wearing a full suit of armor, the chest plate was edgy, the gauntlets spiked, the whole suit made to resemble a Dragon ready for combat. He held his helm at his side and knelt at Allen’s feet, long Silver hair covered his face as he awaited his father’s permission to stand.
Allen turned and looked at his son. He had wished that the day his only son would wear the armor he himself had worn so many times would never come, but here he was, Vincent shinnied brightly in the fading light of Dusk. “You may stand my son, there is something…I must give you” he gripped something in his hand, the king said it would be the weapon that could give them a chance…it was a trinket, a Keychain of a star, tied together with blue string.
Vincent stood and approached his father he looked him in the eyes, they where the same, two sets of ashen grey pupils. Father and son on the cusp of war, with an enemy that was said to be made of the shadows themselves, stealers of hearts and devourers of the Light, monsters created from their own fears, doubts, insecurities of the heart. “I am ready father, I have spoken to the king ‘Mickey’ he has told me what I am destined to be,” Vincent could see the age in his fathers worn face, the scars of battle representing the blood spilled for their land.
“I have heard the king’s words my son,” Allen placed a well gauntleted hand on Vincent’s Shoulder, “that is why I have asked you here, to see if what the king suspects is true…here take this in your hand” Allen reached out his hand and dropped the Keychain into Vincent’s, for a moment Vincent saw his father and then…everything went black.