A Peculiar Dream
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It's the same dream night after night.
That same ominous figure in the dark. Those same yellow piercing eyes. That strange staff. A sense of timeless horror, the dreamer powerless to do anything about the creature's presence or anything about what it might be doing.
And what does it do?
Why... It takes hearts of course.
From various corners untold in a great space, through it's eyes and it's presence, the viewer see's many different and strange places. From the highest mountain tops where great magical beings reside, to the lowest latitudes where murky swamps can be found... But that's not all this creature has seen.
It has seen all kinds of strange lands as it's gone about it's many duties; swamplands inhabited by strange anthropomorphic amphibious creatures, immense woodlands filled with secrets and weirdness alike, a peculiar civilization perched upon the remains of a long since dead and decayed giant, an ancient kingdom straight out of history books depicting ancient Mesopotamia, an immense ocean and more. But where-ever it went, the story was always the same.
In these worlds, it would find the hearts of fallen warriors. Warriors that gave it their all against unknown forces of great power and unknown origin, teetering between the realm of the living and the Final World of the deceased. And as their bodies, now invisible to the world around them, float between the physical and astral planes, it comes into the scene, gently taking the hearts from the warriors. This causes the bodies to disappear and for normalcy to continue to be held within the world without accidentally coming across the fallen warrior.
And this is what the strange monster did. Traveling from world to world, sometimes from town to town; sometimes it would find hearts to collect, sometimes those hearts would be kept from it by figures unknown, more powerful then itself. Yes, indeed. It was a task that it started as far back as the Keyblade War (Whatever that meant), and continued on even to this day...
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And it likely would STILL be continuing on this task had it not been for that boy...
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The day began like any other. That strange, ominous figure was drawn to a great mountain where a warrior had been sent flying after a mighty battle. The warrior was not unlike everyone else it had come across, yet another poor, foolhardy young man, taken well before his time. Ah, but it wasn't for the figure to judge. Just to do it's job-
"RIKU!!!"
And that was when the trouble started. As it takes the heart, the figure looked down from where the warrior floated.
Down on the ground level? Another young warrior, one's eyes still brimmed with an unmistakable light and life, and curiously, one with eyes wide open... Eyes wide awake.
Strange to be sure, but the figure paid the young man no heed, it just did it's job and then quickly left...
But no.
"HEY WAIT!"
"HOLD STILL!"
"ENOUGH!!"
"STOP THAT!"
"HEY!"
"HEY STOP!!"
Seven times does that boy give chase. Seven times does he cross his sword with the figure's ominous staff. Seven times does their magical skill clash against each other... And each time the two clashed, the figure would lose the heart it was attempting to take, due to the boy soundly defeating it despite it's every effort to escape. When the seventh clash comes and goes... It's finally just too much. The mysterious figure vanishes into the aether, it's body having taken too much punishment and unable to continue on.
And when that figure disappears? The Dreamer feels it again. Hope. Optimism...
Opportunity.
So the dreamer travels. It travels and travels and travels and travels...
Well away from the places he/she/they once knew...
Until, one day, they finally find-
"Gabe! Gabriel wake up! Gaaaaabe!"
-? Huh-?
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Light. Illumination. Blinding...
Awakening...
"May your Heart be your Guiding Key, my stubborn little student~."
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“Riku. All my strength came from them... Alone, I’m worthless.”
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