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Chapter I: One Quaint Evening
The moonlit sky grew dim as figures shifted amongst the streets of Traverse Town. Shadows rushed the clouds and the stars twinkled up above. Auphon opened up his eyes and looked behind him. His smooth, crimson hair rushed in the wind. He smiled, and ran down the very alley in which he had entered from within. He reached out from what was a sheath on his back and pulled a Keyblade. Its black and shiny surface gleamed under the moonlight. The young lad ran until he came upon a small store. He knocked three times, each with a different texture, and slowly opened the very door standing before him.
The door opened, just smidged enough to allow two children inside without a single ounce of struggle. Auphon turned on a lantern and the building lit with a marvelous array of colours. He closed the door, set down is Keyblade and sat onto a small wooden table. He pondered upon the clock ticking above him, turned around, and grabbed his weapon. He opened the small brass handle of his door, grabbed onto his weapon and rushed out. He suddenly came to a halt and stared blindly into the sky. The blueness and the green of his different coloured eyes came glimpsing into the heavens above, wondering whether or not that other worlds do exist.
At that moment, three flashes of light illuminated before his eyes. His mouth gaped open as the lights grew closer towards him. Auphon ran after the lights, each with a different colour. The red one whished to the right, wihile a blue one zipped to the left. The last and final light, silver in purity remained to the front. Auphon had only one to choose from. He pondered only just, and decided to run after the white object. He contined down the street and rushed to and fro from each street. Finally, the bright light remained still.
Auphon quickly approached before the source of luminescense and grasped it tightly within his hands, which were cupped in, trembling. He then lifted up his palms into the air and quickly inhaled the light. Auphon soon recoiled in disgust and squinted his eyes hard. Alas, he removed his hands away from his face and looked upon them. There they laid, smothered in a dark cloud of smoke, and vanished in a wink of a second. He smiled in a bewidered manner with an expression of both loss and joy. Auphon looked out in front of him and stared, mystified out into the distance. He walked back to the store, not noticing that he left the front door open, realizing that it was indeed one, quaint evening.
End of Chapter I: One Quaint Evening
Chapter II: The Morning Cannot Live Forever
The next morning, Auphon had awoken to a severe pain in his chest. He had yet often felt quenches behind from where his heart would've been. At that moment, tears ran from his face and he began to cry. Suddenly, he had grasped onto his chest and reached in. A small ember, gold with astonishing light poured into his very hands and a small whisper rang from within it. Much to his concern, Auphon had looked down at the flame and smiled as it said to him, "Thank you for letting me go. Your reward will be paid sometime in the mere future." From then, it ascended into the air and flew out into the morning sky. The sun rose gently behind the clouds and opened up from a new day.
Upon arrival in the rocky streets, Auphon strolled down to greet an old friend he so long desired to chat with. He wanted to tell him the exciting thing that had happened to him the previous night. His eyes glowed in rush excitement until he finally came to a stop before an old door. Its appearance was most stunning for it had possessed four different locks upon it. Auphon smiled, and reached into his pocket. A small, brass key laid in his hand and he held onto it firmly, shifted it into one of the locks, and turned it briskly. Click! The first lock snapped open and so did the next one. Finally, as the third one broke of rusted age, the fourth one remained thus. Auphon thought and thought, and finally reached the consensus that it could be broken with a large key. Auphon pulled out his Keyblade and slashed upon the lock. Alas, the last lock broke open and the door slowly swung open. Auphon sighed with relief and went inside.
As he had stepped inside, dust had ascended into the air. Yet, a glimpse of miniature images arose impartedly in the mist. Auphon peered out into the darkness and continued walking in, until he had stepped on a small, faint object below his feet. A picture frame laid thus, crackled in shattered glass and glowed an iridescent luminescense under the sunlight. He kneeled down and picked up the photo. Upon it, beheld two faint figures holding hands. A voice broke out within the silence and the photo fell into the ash below.
Auphon picked up the broken frame within his hands, trembling. Four small droplets of blood slowly prickled onto the dusty ground. Recoiling in pain, Auphon shook in shock. A voice came out from underneath the silence. Its raspy disposition gave evidence that the person was very ill. A tall figure crept beneath the darkness and a chill ran throughout the room. Auphon began to shiver in fright, until a ghastly hand reached out towards him.
Suddenly, the hand jerked his shoulder and shifted the boy the right. A small grin bore underneath the moonlight. Auphon gasped and reached for his Keyblade, fearing that the figure would attack. Instead, the creature recoiled with a shift, and backed into the shadows.
Copyright 2006-2007 Auphon
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