FanFic- Kingdom Hearts: The Gifted
I forgot to mention that I've recently picked up fanfiction writting again. This time it's Kingdom Hearts....
So inlue of a formal first chapter here's a Prologue
Title: The Gifted
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (and throw in some Final Fantasy while were at it but I think that is covered in KH)
Characters: Sora, Riku, Naminé, Aerith, Tidus and plenty others but those are the mains for now...
Rating: PG for now
A/N: AU based on my own made up universe including my own pantheon of gods and mythology. And some bastardization of concepts put forth in FFX cause when I started writing this that was all I had played and I still love X.
Summary: They call those with magick running though their veins 'The Gifted' but the term has become a joke. A select few wait for a savior, and a boy born from the unluckiest of circumstances rescues a mysterious stranger who may hold the key to everything- if only he could remember who he was.
The Gifted
Prologue- Of the Light in the Dark
Ancient texts say that when the earth goddess Gaia breathed life into the land she also breathed magick into the world as well. Magick seeped deep into the soil, and when man ate the fruits of the earth they took the magick into their bodies which in turn helped to sustain man.
Man was thrilled about this magick and sought ways to use it to enrich their lives. Study and practice soon gave way to the rise of The Gifted- those born with strong magick flowing through their veins. The Gifted were blessed by the four elemental goddesses with unique powers, some could manipulate the elements, others could protect and heal. Those touched with the special gifts of the moon god Lunniea could even anticipate the future and became great seers and prophets who aided both royalty and the common man alike. The Gifted and Non-Gifted lived side by side in harmony each helping the other. Society benefited from the union and a great civilization rose and flourished.
But not all gifts were good. Along the way some stumbled upon the writings of the dark god Erebus and were swayed by the emense power they offered. They immediately sized the thrones of the many kingdoms of man and began a rein of terror as they subjugated the people. Resistance was met by death. But alas, after a brief but turmoltious time the dark monarchs fell at the weight of their own power and the dark times seemed to end.
Now instead of being celebrated, the Gifted were now feared as hysteria swept the Non-Gifted and they decided that all magick was evil. The Gifted were forced to hide their power and were often segregated off into splinter societies, many of which fled to the vast deserts of the land where they flourished as nomadic herders. The prophets wept at the sad state of the world and prayed to Lunniea for an answer.
Finally it came. The prophets were graced by a vision of a boy bathed in light holding a mighty sword. He could manipulate all elements in ways never seen before. He was strong and brave, but also kind- a child of the slums. They called him "Corllinn Thalon" which in their ancient tongue meant "Legendary Light Blade's Keeper."
For hundreds of years they awaited him, and watched as the rift between the Gifted and the not grew deeper. The boy that brought hope became but a story told to children.
After the centuries flew by, a King rose whose rein brought glimpse of what could be. Ansem the Wise was in love with learning and built at the center of his grand city a university and temple to the goddess of the wind Sophia whose name meant Knowledge. He embraced the Gifted and welcomed the last of the great prophets into his palace to help guide him.
The peace wouldn't last as a dark cloud grew over the kingdom. One night the king's favorite student slew his mentor and declared himself king. He used the power he gained from studying the dark texts to manipulate the people and strike fear into their hearts.
A dark year pasted and the last great prophet stood at the foot of the false king, dressed in robes the likes of which no one present had ever seen. He was bathed in the god touched glow of the moon, and spoke in a clear, but mocking tone, refusing to accept the rule of the man before him, and knowing full well the words he spoke meant death.
"How dare you sit on that sacred throne when you have touched the forbidden tomes?" he cried.
"You speak likes!" the King exclaimed.
"Lies? Your entire existence is but a lie, you who gained the old king's trust on lies and slew him here on this very spot! Let it be known now the blade of the Chosen One now seeks your head! You can do with me as you wish, but my blood will call to him and three years from now the light will pierce the dark when Corllinn Thalon will take your heart!"
"Silence traitor!"
"I will not yield as long as the sacred wind of Sophia fills my lungs and Lunniea's grace lights my way! And when you kill me my words will remain! Let all who stand here in the sacred hall of Ansem the Wise hear the ancient words inscribed in my heart:
"Even in the deepest darkness,
There will always be a light.
Those who cling falsely to power,
Will fall at the blade of the god's chosen son.
The fates bond boy to sword.
Blessed by goddess' gifts times four,
And a second heart guides him on.
As eyes unseeing prepare the path.
Bathed in heaven's glow he rides forth,
To raise the hopes of those suppressed.
With sacred blade brandished high,
The heart of the false monarch he will take,
To satisfy both god and man alike.
Corllinn Thalon will be his name,
Praised both from land and sky!"
"You speak but of a children's tale. You've awaited Corllinn Thalon for hundreds of years, and for hundreds of years more you will wait again. If it's death you want than I will grant it!" the king spoke.
The gathered crowed applauded his words and jeered at the prophet who stood his ground.
"Now size him! Tonight my friends will be the end of this mad seer. A boy so in love with a children's tale that he couldn't even foresee the foolishness of his own king!"
With that the king's guards dragged the prophet away to the dungeons where the proud seer was stripped of his finery, beaten, and defiled.
While the fiendish guards took delight in their sport, the king sat upon his ill-gotten chair and fretted long and hard. Those words had struck fear in the coward's heart. He know all to well the power of the gods and their oracles. Not one had ever been proven wrong.
Deep in his thoughts, the dark god spoke to his servant, and soon those fears were struck from the king's foul mind. He began to plot ways to stop any child from rising above him. He'd use the people's own paranoia of the Gifted as his weapon. Anyone who exhibited ancient magick would instantly be found, and instead their power would go to him and he would grow stronger. The Chosen One's gift would be his own.
When the clock struck midnight the false King strode into the dungeons deep, followed by his entourage, where the prophet lay prostrated on the executioner's stone. He gave the order and the agent of death raised his blade.
"Stop!" came a woman's cry, and foreword stepped a young witch, the prophet's kin. "Please spare him!"
"And what would you do for me?" asked the King.
"If you spare his life I can erase his mind! With his memory blank he will live, and thus no words can be said. No blood will spill and no gods will you provoke. Corllinn Thalon will sleep at bay!" she spoke.
The king considered the witch's offer as she stood before him nervously. It was a desperate gamble that she proposed. What she could take she could restore, although time would not be on her side. If the precious chain could be reassembled in three years time the prophet could still cry out to the gods, and maybe then Corllinn Thalon would still rise to meet his destiny.
The king was amused at the proposal, and a sadistic plan formed in his mind.
"Then witch, do the deed!" he declared.
Reluctantly she stepped forward and cupped the prophet's head in her hands. She focused her mind and muttered an ancient forbidden charm. The prophet's mind twisted and soon he forgot the essence of his own being. The witch cried out in pain at her own deed.
The guards cut loose the once great seer from his bindings and the witch pulled him into her arms. His broken body was limp and he looked about like a lost child. All those who gathered there laughed and mocked the pair, as the king sneered and ordered them apart.
The skies grew dark as storm clouds closed in on the kingdom. The girl was locked into a cell- the king deciding that her memory manipulation was too valuable to loose. He would test his power sizing plan on her first. The boy was handed over to the guards to dispose of, seeing as now he was rendered useless. In jest they threw him into the castle moat, where he struggled and thrashed in the torrent until his weak confused body could move no more.
The moon god Lunniea watched from his celestial perch and wept tears of rain for his servant. Three days passed and the god mourned. Finally he looked back down on the earth and his eyes grew wide.
At last the ancient power had found a vessel. That day the sun rose to the dawn of a new age.
So inlue of a formal first chapter here's a Prologue
Title: The Gifted
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (and throw in some Final Fantasy while were at it but I think that is covered in KH)
Characters: Sora, Riku, Naminé, Aerith, Tidus and plenty others but those are the mains for now...
Rating: PG for now
A/N: AU based on my own made up universe including my own pantheon of gods and mythology. And some bastardization of concepts put forth in FFX cause when I started writing this that was all I had played and I still love X.
Summary: They call those with magick running though their veins 'The Gifted' but the term has become a joke. A select few wait for a savior, and a boy born from the unluckiest of circumstances rescues a mysterious stranger who may hold the key to everything- if only he could remember who he was.
The Gifted
Prologue- Of the Light in the Dark
Ancient texts say that when the earth goddess Gaia breathed life into the land she also breathed magick into the world as well. Magick seeped deep into the soil, and when man ate the fruits of the earth they took the magick into their bodies which in turn helped to sustain man.
Man was thrilled about this magick and sought ways to use it to enrich their lives. Study and practice soon gave way to the rise of The Gifted- those born with strong magick flowing through their veins. The Gifted were blessed by the four elemental goddesses with unique powers, some could manipulate the elements, others could protect and heal. Those touched with the special gifts of the moon god Lunniea could even anticipate the future and became great seers and prophets who aided both royalty and the common man alike. The Gifted and Non-Gifted lived side by side in harmony each helping the other. Society benefited from the union and a great civilization rose and flourished.
But not all gifts were good. Along the way some stumbled upon the writings of the dark god Erebus and were swayed by the emense power they offered. They immediately sized the thrones of the many kingdoms of man and began a rein of terror as they subjugated the people. Resistance was met by death. But alas, after a brief but turmoltious time the dark monarchs fell at the weight of their own power and the dark times seemed to end.
Now instead of being celebrated, the Gifted were now feared as hysteria swept the Non-Gifted and they decided that all magick was evil. The Gifted were forced to hide their power and were often segregated off into splinter societies, many of which fled to the vast deserts of the land where they flourished as nomadic herders. The prophets wept at the sad state of the world and prayed to Lunniea for an answer.
Finally it came. The prophets were graced by a vision of a boy bathed in light holding a mighty sword. He could manipulate all elements in ways never seen before. He was strong and brave, but also kind- a child of the slums. They called him "Corllinn Thalon" which in their ancient tongue meant "Legendary Light Blade's Keeper."
For hundreds of years they awaited him, and watched as the rift between the Gifted and the not grew deeper. The boy that brought hope became but a story told to children.
After the centuries flew by, a King rose whose rein brought glimpse of what could be. Ansem the Wise was in love with learning and built at the center of his grand city a university and temple to the goddess of the wind Sophia whose name meant Knowledge. He embraced the Gifted and welcomed the last of the great prophets into his palace to help guide him.
The peace wouldn't last as a dark cloud grew over the kingdom. One night the king's favorite student slew his mentor and declared himself king. He used the power he gained from studying the dark texts to manipulate the people and strike fear into their hearts.
A dark year pasted and the last great prophet stood at the foot of the false king, dressed in robes the likes of which no one present had ever seen. He was bathed in the god touched glow of the moon, and spoke in a clear, but mocking tone, refusing to accept the rule of the man before him, and knowing full well the words he spoke meant death.
"How dare you sit on that sacred throne when you have touched the forbidden tomes?" he cried.
"You speak likes!" the King exclaimed.
"Lies? Your entire existence is but a lie, you who gained the old king's trust on lies and slew him here on this very spot! Let it be known now the blade of the Chosen One now seeks your head! You can do with me as you wish, but my blood will call to him and three years from now the light will pierce the dark when Corllinn Thalon will take your heart!"
"Silence traitor!"
"I will not yield as long as the sacred wind of Sophia fills my lungs and Lunniea's grace lights my way! And when you kill me my words will remain! Let all who stand here in the sacred hall of Ansem the Wise hear the ancient words inscribed in my heart:
"Even in the deepest darkness,
There will always be a light.
Those who cling falsely to power,
Will fall at the blade of the god's chosen son.
The fates bond boy to sword.
Blessed by goddess' gifts times four,
And a second heart guides him on.
As eyes unseeing prepare the path.
Bathed in heaven's glow he rides forth,
To raise the hopes of those suppressed.
With sacred blade brandished high,
The heart of the false monarch he will take,
To satisfy both god and man alike.
Corllinn Thalon will be his name,
Praised both from land and sky!"
"You speak but of a children's tale. You've awaited Corllinn Thalon for hundreds of years, and for hundreds of years more you will wait again. If it's death you want than I will grant it!" the king spoke.
The gathered crowed applauded his words and jeered at the prophet who stood his ground.
"Now size him! Tonight my friends will be the end of this mad seer. A boy so in love with a children's tale that he couldn't even foresee the foolishness of his own king!"
With that the king's guards dragged the prophet away to the dungeons where the proud seer was stripped of his finery, beaten, and defiled.
While the fiendish guards took delight in their sport, the king sat upon his ill-gotten chair and fretted long and hard. Those words had struck fear in the coward's heart. He know all to well the power of the gods and their oracles. Not one had ever been proven wrong.
Deep in his thoughts, the dark god spoke to his servant, and soon those fears were struck from the king's foul mind. He began to plot ways to stop any child from rising above him. He'd use the people's own paranoia of the Gifted as his weapon. Anyone who exhibited ancient magick would instantly be found, and instead their power would go to him and he would grow stronger. The Chosen One's gift would be his own.
When the clock struck midnight the false King strode into the dungeons deep, followed by his entourage, where the prophet lay prostrated on the executioner's stone. He gave the order and the agent of death raised his blade.
"Stop!" came a woman's cry, and foreword stepped a young witch, the prophet's kin. "Please spare him!"
"And what would you do for me?" asked the King.
"If you spare his life I can erase his mind! With his memory blank he will live, and thus no words can be said. No blood will spill and no gods will you provoke. Corllinn Thalon will sleep at bay!" she spoke.
The king considered the witch's offer as she stood before him nervously. It was a desperate gamble that she proposed. What she could take she could restore, although time would not be on her side. If the precious chain could be reassembled in three years time the prophet could still cry out to the gods, and maybe then Corllinn Thalon would still rise to meet his destiny.
The king was amused at the proposal, and a sadistic plan formed in his mind.
"Then witch, do the deed!" he declared.
Reluctantly she stepped forward and cupped the prophet's head in her hands. She focused her mind and muttered an ancient forbidden charm. The prophet's mind twisted and soon he forgot the essence of his own being. The witch cried out in pain at her own deed.
The guards cut loose the once great seer from his bindings and the witch pulled him into her arms. His broken body was limp and he looked about like a lost child. All those who gathered there laughed and mocked the pair, as the king sneered and ordered them apart.
The skies grew dark as storm clouds closed in on the kingdom. The girl was locked into a cell- the king deciding that her memory manipulation was too valuable to loose. He would test his power sizing plan on her first. The boy was handed over to the guards to dispose of, seeing as now he was rendered useless. In jest they threw him into the castle moat, where he struggled and thrashed in the torrent until his weak confused body could move no more.
The moon god Lunniea watched from his celestial perch and wept tears of rain for his servant. Three days passed and the god mourned. Finally he looked back down on the earth and his eyes grew wide.
At last the ancient power had found a vessel. That day the sun rose to the dawn of a new age.