Memory [end of innocence]
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kh_drabbleTitle: Memory [end of innocence]
Challenge: None
Wordcount: 340
Characters: "Enigmatic Man", (Sora)
Spoiler Warning: If you don't know who the Enigmatic Man is, this may not make a lot of sense. References events in Final Mix; allusions to events, people, places described in Ura Ansem Reports.
Theory Warning: A bit of speculation on the origin -- and owner -- of the Oblivion ...
Notes: Before battle, a brief moment in Hollow Bastion's empty court; someone has more than one interest in dueling Sora.
It was something remembered dimly -- as if in a fever-dream -- falling half-mad and raving at the ivy gate of the nameless king; lost, adrift, empty as an insect's fragile husk, with aught but a senseless name and the smooth black ice of a chained and blackened crown biting deeply into one bleeding hand.
As if a fragment of an endless night, the bauble mocked him with silent words and the spectre of a life long past, a memory now no more than dust. In his shattered heart's-eye lay a glimmer of midnight wings, of swift sharp adamant to tear hearts and worlds asunder -- but nameless, empty; a purpose forgotten or never known at all.
What blood-stained kingdom's emblem dangled darkly from that chain of endless night? The question plagued him in his fevered sleep, his childlike days; til he locked the hollow thing away, and joined his new companions in the garden of the nameless king.
It faded, then, from the bright hollow of his mind. Slept unheeded til, lured by a false hope and the dark-burning need to know, to understand, the sweet midnight heartsong of the garden drew him down to the world beneath; and he threw the great gate open with a touch – and that gift, that darkling power the sun-eyed king had mistrusted so, brought endless night to the brilliant garden.
Long, so long ago; and now that he is aware -- scored down deeply in this empty shell, this hollow husk -- that he does know that fallen bit of night, should reclaim the void's sweet winged blade --
It has found another master.
Gleaming lightless, the velvet darkness of the crown-in-chains had spread its midnight wings once more ... but in the dawn-pure hands of the child of morning.
Very well; here in this dimmed and shadowed court -- this fallen garden -- he will cut the night's own blade away from the naked heart that stands before him, and reclaim then what was once his own.
Challenge: None
Wordcount: 340
Characters: "Enigmatic Man", (Sora)
Spoiler Warning: If you don't know who the Enigmatic Man is, this may not make a lot of sense. References events in Final Mix; allusions to events, people, places described in Ura Ansem Reports.
Theory Warning: A bit of speculation on the origin -- and owner -- of the Oblivion ...
Notes: Before battle, a brief moment in Hollow Bastion's empty court; someone has more than one interest in dueling Sora.
It was something remembered dimly -- as if in a fever-dream -- falling half-mad and raving at the ivy gate of the nameless king; lost, adrift, empty as an insect's fragile husk, with aught but a senseless name and the smooth black ice of a chained and blackened crown biting deeply into one bleeding hand.
As if a fragment of an endless night, the bauble mocked him with silent words and the spectre of a life long past, a memory now no more than dust. In his shattered heart's-eye lay a glimmer of midnight wings, of swift sharp adamant to tear hearts and worlds asunder -- but nameless, empty; a purpose forgotten or never known at all.
What blood-stained kingdom's emblem dangled darkly from that chain of endless night? The question plagued him in his fevered sleep, his childlike days; til he locked the hollow thing away, and joined his new companions in the garden of the nameless king.
It faded, then, from the bright hollow of his mind. Slept unheeded til, lured by a false hope and the dark-burning need to know, to understand, the sweet midnight heartsong of the garden drew him down to the world beneath; and he threw the great gate open with a touch – and that gift, that darkling power the sun-eyed king had mistrusted so, brought endless night to the brilliant garden.
Long, so long ago; and now that he is aware -- scored down deeply in this empty shell, this hollow husk -- that he does know that fallen bit of night, should reclaim the void's sweet winged blade --
It has found another master.
Gleaming lightless, the velvet darkness of the crown-in-chains had spread its midnight wings once more ... but in the dawn-pure hands of the child of morning.
Very well; here in this dimmed and shadowed court -- this fallen garden -- he will cut the night's own blade away from the naked heart that stands before him, and reclaim then what was once his own.
