Eron groaned as he opened his eyes. He was laying, facedown, in a cobbled stone square, surrounded by people who were murmuring amongst themselves. Eron could barely hear a few of the things they were whispering. "Did you see that?! He just fell from the sky and crashed in the square!" "He's waking up?! How does anyone survive a fall from that height?!" "Maybe he's an angel? But then why does he look so angry?" Eron scoffed lightly under his breath. 'Idiots. They obviously have never heard of other Worlds. Stupid hicks..'
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the confused crowd, and reviewed what he remembered. 'Let's see...my name is Eron Dearmad. Got that...I grew up in the Cartoon Wasteland, where I was raised as a ward and apprentice to King Oswald...wait, OSWALD!' Eron's eyes widened as he stood quickly, searching around him for his friend. Finding nothing, he turned to surrounding crowd. "Hey!" he shouted, desperation evident. "Was there anyone with me a few minutes ago?! He might be a rabbit, about this tall," Eron held his hand three feet from the ground, "long ears, carrying a big key?!" Eron said 'might', mostly because he knew Oswald was no stranger to magic, and definitely not a rookie either; he may very well have thrown up an illusion to make him look like a normal human. When the crowd simply continued his muttering, some even twirling their fingers near their heads and then pointing at him, Eron found his anger rising and grit his teeth to keep from swearing. 'Figures...useless bunch of...' "If you’re not doing anything useful.." Eron said softly, an underlying tone promising pain in his voice, "then GET LOST!!" He threw his arm out towards the civilians, the rage in his voice as clear as crystals.
A wall of green fire sprung forth around him, frightening the townsfolk and sending them running away screaming. Eron wasn't paying attention to them though. He was too busy examining the dark flames that surrounded him. "What the...?" he murmured softly. Pain suddenly shot through his right arm, making him clutch it in agony and soon falling to his knees as the flames vanished. "What...what's...happening?" Eron groaned out. His arm felt as if it had been buried in red-hot coals whilst his bones ached as if he were reliving every growing pain at the same moment. Suddenly finding it unbearably hot beneath his rawhide duster coat as the pain slowly lessened, Eron pulled it off and stared, horrified, at his arm, pulling his glove off as he did so. There, extending from his elbow to his palm, was an ink-black burn mark winding around his forearm six times with the end on his palm having three sickly-green dots forming two malicious green eyes and a cruel green jack-o'-lantern grin, almost as if the face were laughing at him.
Eron sat there for a few moments, on his knees and staring at the strange burn. 'No... this.. this can't be... THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!!!" Tears stung the young man's eyes as he suddenly recalled how he came to be here...
FLASHBACK
Eron grunted as his claymore bit through another of the black creatures which soon dissolved into a pool of blackness leaving only a scant amount of small Health and Magic Orbs. Taking them, he felt a small fraction of his power return as he sprinted to his next opponent, a slightly more humanoid version of the one he just killed. Around him, Eron could feel countless golden eyes staring at him hungrily in the darkness, waiting like a pack of vicious wolves for him to let his guard down. He swung his sword hoping to cut the creature in half from its waist, only for it to jump above his blade and flip itself over him, slashing its claws deep into his shoulder.
Biting back the scream of pain that threatened to tear itself from his throat, Eron followed through his strike with a vertical downward chop behind him, only for the black creature to dodge again and throw a kick. Eron dodged it, though barely, and sent a Fira curse to his foe as it attempted to regain its balance. The curse struck true as the demon was engulfed in flames for a moment only to find Eron's claymore separating its head from its shoulders as it staggered.
Retreating to the center of the ring, Eron couldn't resist glancing at the platform above him, hoping that his companions were fairing better than him. His forest green eyes widened in fear as he saw a beautiful, blue-eyed blond fighting off a horde of the creatures he himself was fighting. But what struck fear into his heart wasn't the numbers in front of the girl... rather, it was the creature rising from the ground behind her, ready to spring. 'No!' "GALE!!!" Eron shouted in warning, throwing caution to the wind and activating his Limit Break; an act of suicide in the condition he was in. Eron felt the energy cover his body, forming a dark purple shield around him so that he might concentrate on his task. He delved into what was left of his energy pool and pulled out a few shreds of his life force before channeling into his sword, which began to glow with a dark and menacing light.
Time began to dilate as his vision sharpened, and he aimed exactly for the back of the monster. Eron saw Gale only just start to turn as the beast began to jump, and faster than even a Zantetsuken strike did Eron himself leap, flying towards the monster. With a roar, Eron cut through beast and ricocheted off a nearby stair railing back to his position at the bottom of the stairs. He barely had enough time to glance back at Gale, who had now layered herself in defensive spells before returning to her task, before he began to feel the effects of his 'Dark Wave' Limit Break. His body ached from strain and his breath came labored. Eron could feel nothing else except for pain as his remaining foes, which he had nearly forgotten, leapt upon him, ready to feast upon the living corpse that was now left of their enemy.
A blinding flash of light suddenly removed the weight of his enemies and greatly dulled the pain his body was experiencing. Pushing himself up from his place on the ground, Eron looked up to find a three foot tall anthropomorphic rabbit standing with his back to him. "Oswald?!" Eron asked, though he knew the answer. Sure enough, the rabbit turned to reveal the face of his friend. Oswald stood before him, wearing a black, blue, and green zip-up shirt. blue pants, and green and black oversized shoes, with his keyblade in his hand. Oswald turned back to the horde of monsters before him. "Don't worry, Eron..." he stated, "I've got your back."
Eron couldn't help the small smile that grew to his face. "Thanks, your majesty." Oswald glanced over his shoulder and scowled. "I mean, Oswald." Eron quickly corrected himself and saw his friend grin again. Once again, time slowed as Eron saw the large tendril approaching Oswald from the side. "LOOK OUT!" Eron wasn't sure what happened to put him there, but before he knew it he had pushed Oswald aside, grabbed the tendrilwith his right hand, and wrapped it around his arm before it began trying to pull him in. "Eron?! But.. you shouldn't have..." Eron cut his friend off. "It wasn't a question of can or can't Oswald," he turned to look back at his friend, "There are something's in life that just do, regardless of anything else." Oswald grinned and nodded, recognizing the quote from their training. Unfortunately, nieghter saw the next tendril coming. Befor either of them saw it, Oswald was caught and being pulled away. "OSWALD!!!" Eron cried, watching his friend being pulled into a giant being of Darkness.
The monster was several stories tall, a mass of ink-black darkness that oozed and fell to the ground below, forming into hordes of smaller black beings. At the head of the behemoth, two large green eyes stared in cruel satisfaction at the destruction being wrought upon the world beneath it. a bright green jack-o'-lantern grin was where the tendrils around Eron's arm and Oswald's body originated from. Turning to Gale, Eron was glad to see that she had finished her opponents and erect a barrier, and was now waiting next to the door leading to the Gummi Hangar. He saw the fear in her eyes but could only offer a sad grin before turning back to the dark benehmoth... and stop struggling.
Eron felt himself flying through the air as the dark tendril pulled him into the mouth of the Shaow Blot. I's almost strange to think that this used to be a simple theif...' Eron thought as he was pulled into the Blot's mouth. assoo as the tendril released him, Eron covered his ears as he heard the booming laughter of the dark behemoth and turned to observe his surroundings. The mouth of the beast was...well, it was big for sure. The roof of the mouth stood at least about three stories above him. Eron pulled out his claymore as he saw more of the black creatures rise from 'floor' of the mouth. 'I don't have time for this!' he thought as he summoned his magic. "Deep Freeze!" he cried out, watching in satisfaction as the mass of enemies became encased in ice. Aiming the tip of his word carefully, he silently thanked whatever higher power was out there as flames gathered around it. "Dark Fission Firaga!" A large fireball flew forth from his sword and erupted in a large explosion of darkness and fire, destroying a large amount of enemies and damaging many others severly while inflicting blindness upon them.
Eron quickly rushed through the crowd of shambling monsters, cutting through them as he went. 'Hang on, Oswald,' he thought as his blade cleaved a shambling beast in two, 'I'm coming!' After several minutes of throwing curses and sword strokes, Eron finally arrived at the back of the Blot's 'mouth'. His eyes widened as he saw an unconscious Oswald slowly being pulled into the wall, which stood in place of a throat. "Oswald!" Eron bolted forward and threw his arms into the wall of black ooze and pulled, ignoring the burning in his right arm. With a disgusting squelch Oswald was freed from the wall. Eron shook the small rabbit. "Oswald?! Oswald! Come on, man! Wake up!" Eron could feel tears threaten to fall as his friend failed to make any motions that signified he was alive. "No..." Eron whispered. After years of ruling, fighting, and winning, he sat there, holding the body of his friend, his master, and his brother. Rage began to boil within him as he heard the hissing of the black monsters approaching. 'It's all their fault...' he thought. He raised his gaze to the approaching mass of darkness, not seeing his own green eyes slowly begin to turn yellow, or the darkness beneath him slowly grow to cover him. 'They...must...PAY!!!!!'
FLASHBACK ENDED
'After that... I don't remeber anything' Eron worried about what happened to Gale and felt only remorse when he thought about Oswald. He stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes, and pulled on his duster and glove once again. He looked around him at the now empty square. "...Where in the name of heck am I?" It was obvious to Eron that this was NOT the Cartoon Wasteland. He was standing in front of a huge wall of fountains, on a bridge built over a small stream that was originating from the aforementioned fountains. "Someone has WAY too much time on their hands to have buitl that..." he said to himself. He heard footsteps approaching shortly before a loud voice permeated the air. "HALT!" Eron tunred to see a rather strange sight; two men in matching uniforms.
The man on the right was a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a dark slate grey gurad uniform adorned with a white curled heart symbol and white gloves that extended half way up his forearm. He also wore a belt and knee-high boots, both of which are black. His hair was black and worn in long dreadlocks. It seemed that he tries to keep most of his dreads tied into a low ponytail, but one tends to dangles over the right side of his face. He also had thick sideburns and eyebrows, and violet eyes. In his right hand he carried a long spear.
The other man was outfitted identically to his partner. However, this one had swepat back red hair and a square jaw, and was holding a strange looking axe in his right hand. Eron raised an eyebrow as he saw the two men. "Evening fellas!" he said nicely. 'First rule of world travel: make as many friends possible.' The men did not return his greeting or his friendly smile, which soon slid off Eron's face. The red head pointed at Eron with his axe. "You have been causing trouble here using Darkness, haven't you?!" 'Ah...rumballs!' Eron swore in his mind. "Sorry about that. Slight mental slip-" "SILENCE!" the black haired man interrupted. Eron stopped for a moment before looking to the spear user. "You know, it's rude to interrupt." Eron could see the man grip his spear tighter. "Just answer the question!" the thick-browed man demanded. Eron sighed. "Look, I told you, it was a misunderstand-WHOA!!!" Eron quickly dodged the ginger-haired axe-wielder as the slammed his weapon where Eron had been standing. Eron's eyes widened as he saw the bridge break into pieces of rubble. 'Oh...crimeny!' Eron was lucky enough to land on the other side of the stream, but not enough to dodge the spearman's incoming strike. Out of reflex, Eron's hands sprung into a sword block.
A blinding flash of light and the ring of metal on metal filled the air. As the light faded, Eron's eyes widened. "What the...?" In his hands was a keyblade, something that he had NEVER used before. The entire weapon was about the length of his old claymore, and even seemed to have incoporated his sword into it's design. The handle was made of black ebon wood and seemed to have been made in the style of a paintbrush. In place of a brush, though, there was a blue disk with a black insignia; the royal seal of King Oswald. The disk rested in between two grey metal prongs which then bent down at a ninety-degree angle and extended down three-quarters of the way of the handle before turning in an closing on the end of the handle. From the top of the hilt, two different colored streams of what appeared to be liquid wound around the blade of a claymore sword; one liquid was a sky blue whilst the other was an acidic green. The two streams wound around the blade, criss-crossing over it until they met at the right end of the blade forming teeth seemingly made of ink. The keychain attached to the blade was a simple silver chain connected to a King Oswald charm.
'A...keyblade?' Eron was rudely jolted from his reverie when the spear using man leapt back to the other side of the stream. "A Keyblade?!" the man questioned, confusion in his voice. "Looks like it." the axe-wielder stated simply. Eron decided that it was time to go. "Sorry guys, but as fun as this is..." he left the statement hang as he aimed his keyblade at the stream itself. "Dark Fission Firaga!" the black firebal flew at the water and exploded into a cloud of black steam, covering Eron's escape. After about thirty minutes of no-stop running, Eron decided to take a break and tunred into an alley, leaning on his keyblade. "Oh man.. what a nightmare." he gasped out. Turning to his new weapon, he observed the rather...colorful weapon. Granted, it wasn't goofishly colorful; it still held a menacing look to it as any Keyblade should. All in all, he was happy with it. But one question remained in his mind. "Where did you come from?"
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the confused crowd, and reviewed what he remembered. 'Let's see...my name is Eron Dearmad. Got that...I grew up in the Cartoon Wasteland, where I was raised as a ward and apprentice to King Oswald...wait, OSWALD!' Eron's eyes widened as he stood quickly, searching around him for his friend. Finding nothing, he turned to surrounding crowd. "Hey!" he shouted, desperation evident. "Was there anyone with me a few minutes ago?! He might be a rabbit, about this tall," Eron held his hand three feet from the ground, "long ears, carrying a big key?!" Eron said 'might', mostly because he knew Oswald was no stranger to magic, and definitely not a rookie either; he may very well have thrown up an illusion to make him look like a normal human. When the crowd simply continued his muttering, some even twirling their fingers near their heads and then pointing at him, Eron found his anger rising and grit his teeth to keep from swearing. 'Figures...useless bunch of...' "If you’re not doing anything useful.." Eron said softly, an underlying tone promising pain in his voice, "then GET LOST!!" He threw his arm out towards the civilians, the rage in his voice as clear as crystals.
A wall of green fire sprung forth around him, frightening the townsfolk and sending them running away screaming. Eron wasn't paying attention to them though. He was too busy examining the dark flames that surrounded him. "What the...?" he murmured softly. Pain suddenly shot through his right arm, making him clutch it in agony and soon falling to his knees as the flames vanished. "What...what's...happening?" Eron groaned out. His arm felt as if it had been buried in red-hot coals whilst his bones ached as if he were reliving every growing pain at the same moment. Suddenly finding it unbearably hot beneath his rawhide duster coat as the pain slowly lessened, Eron pulled it off and stared, horrified, at his arm, pulling his glove off as he did so. There, extending from his elbow to his palm, was an ink-black burn mark winding around his forearm six times with the end on his palm having three sickly-green dots forming two malicious green eyes and a cruel green jack-o'-lantern grin, almost as if the face were laughing at him.
Eron sat there for a few moments, on his knees and staring at the strange burn. 'No... this.. this can't be... THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!!!" Tears stung the young man's eyes as he suddenly recalled how he came to be here...
FLASHBACK
Eron grunted as his claymore bit through another of the black creatures which soon dissolved into a pool of blackness leaving only a scant amount of small Health and Magic Orbs. Taking them, he felt a small fraction of his power return as he sprinted to his next opponent, a slightly more humanoid version of the one he just killed. Around him, Eron could feel countless golden eyes staring at him hungrily in the darkness, waiting like a pack of vicious wolves for him to let his guard down. He swung his sword hoping to cut the creature in half from its waist, only for it to jump above his blade and flip itself over him, slashing its claws deep into his shoulder.
Biting back the scream of pain that threatened to tear itself from his throat, Eron followed through his strike with a vertical downward chop behind him, only for the black creature to dodge again and throw a kick. Eron dodged it, though barely, and sent a Fira curse to his foe as it attempted to regain its balance. The curse struck true as the demon was engulfed in flames for a moment only to find Eron's claymore separating its head from its shoulders as it staggered.
Retreating to the center of the ring, Eron couldn't resist glancing at the platform above him, hoping that his companions were fairing better than him. His forest green eyes widened in fear as he saw a beautiful, blue-eyed blond fighting off a horde of the creatures he himself was fighting. But what struck fear into his heart wasn't the numbers in front of the girl... rather, it was the creature rising from the ground behind her, ready to spring. 'No!' "GALE!!!" Eron shouted in warning, throwing caution to the wind and activating his Limit Break; an act of suicide in the condition he was in. Eron felt the energy cover his body, forming a dark purple shield around him so that he might concentrate on his task. He delved into what was left of his energy pool and pulled out a few shreds of his life force before channeling into his sword, which began to glow with a dark and menacing light.
Time began to dilate as his vision sharpened, and he aimed exactly for the back of the monster. Eron saw Gale only just start to turn as the beast began to jump, and faster than even a Zantetsuken strike did Eron himself leap, flying towards the monster. With a roar, Eron cut through beast and ricocheted off a nearby stair railing back to his position at the bottom of the stairs. He barely had enough time to glance back at Gale, who had now layered herself in defensive spells before returning to her task, before he began to feel the effects of his 'Dark Wave' Limit Break. His body ached from strain and his breath came labored. Eron could feel nothing else except for pain as his remaining foes, which he had nearly forgotten, leapt upon him, ready to feast upon the living corpse that was now left of their enemy.
A blinding flash of light suddenly removed the weight of his enemies and greatly dulled the pain his body was experiencing. Pushing himself up from his place on the ground, Eron looked up to find a three foot tall anthropomorphic rabbit standing with his back to him. "Oswald?!" Eron asked, though he knew the answer. Sure enough, the rabbit turned to reveal the face of his friend. Oswald stood before him, wearing a black, blue, and green zip-up shirt. blue pants, and green and black oversized shoes, with his keyblade in his hand. Oswald turned back to the horde of monsters before him. "Don't worry, Eron..." he stated, "I've got your back."
Eron couldn't help the small smile that grew to his face. "Thanks, your majesty." Oswald glanced over his shoulder and scowled. "I mean, Oswald." Eron quickly corrected himself and saw his friend grin again. Once again, time slowed as Eron saw the large tendril approaching Oswald from the side. "LOOK OUT!" Eron wasn't sure what happened to put him there, but before he knew it he had pushed Oswald aside, grabbed the tendrilwith his right hand, and wrapped it around his arm before it began trying to pull him in. "Eron?! But.. you shouldn't have..." Eron cut his friend off. "It wasn't a question of can or can't Oswald," he turned to look back at his friend, "There are something's in life that just do, regardless of anything else." Oswald grinned and nodded, recognizing the quote from their training. Unfortunately, nieghter saw the next tendril coming. Befor either of them saw it, Oswald was caught and being pulled away. "OSWALD!!!" Eron cried, watching his friend being pulled into a giant being of Darkness.
The monster was several stories tall, a mass of ink-black darkness that oozed and fell to the ground below, forming into hordes of smaller black beings. At the head of the behemoth, two large green eyes stared in cruel satisfaction at the destruction being wrought upon the world beneath it. a bright green jack-o'-lantern grin was where the tendrils around Eron's arm and Oswald's body originated from. Turning to Gale, Eron was glad to see that she had finished her opponents and erect a barrier, and was now waiting next to the door leading to the Gummi Hangar. He saw the fear in her eyes but could only offer a sad grin before turning back to the dark benehmoth... and stop struggling.
Eron felt himself flying through the air as the dark tendril pulled him into the mouth of the Shaow Blot. I's almost strange to think that this used to be a simple theif...' Eron thought as he was pulled into the Blot's mouth. assoo as the tendril released him, Eron covered his ears as he heard the booming laughter of the dark behemoth and turned to observe his surroundings. The mouth of the beast was...well, it was big for sure. The roof of the mouth stood at least about three stories above him. Eron pulled out his claymore as he saw more of the black creatures rise from 'floor' of the mouth. 'I don't have time for this!' he thought as he summoned his magic. "Deep Freeze!" he cried out, watching in satisfaction as the mass of enemies became encased in ice. Aiming the tip of his word carefully, he silently thanked whatever higher power was out there as flames gathered around it. "Dark Fission Firaga!" A large fireball flew forth from his sword and erupted in a large explosion of darkness and fire, destroying a large amount of enemies and damaging many others severly while inflicting blindness upon them.
Eron quickly rushed through the crowd of shambling monsters, cutting through them as he went. 'Hang on, Oswald,' he thought as his blade cleaved a shambling beast in two, 'I'm coming!' After several minutes of throwing curses and sword strokes, Eron finally arrived at the back of the Blot's 'mouth'. His eyes widened as he saw an unconscious Oswald slowly being pulled into the wall, which stood in place of a throat. "Oswald!" Eron bolted forward and threw his arms into the wall of black ooze and pulled, ignoring the burning in his right arm. With a disgusting squelch Oswald was freed from the wall. Eron shook the small rabbit. "Oswald?! Oswald! Come on, man! Wake up!" Eron could feel tears threaten to fall as his friend failed to make any motions that signified he was alive. "No..." Eron whispered. After years of ruling, fighting, and winning, he sat there, holding the body of his friend, his master, and his brother. Rage began to boil within him as he heard the hissing of the black monsters approaching. 'It's all their fault...' he thought. He raised his gaze to the approaching mass of darkness, not seeing his own green eyes slowly begin to turn yellow, or the darkness beneath him slowly grow to cover him. 'They...must...PAY!!!!!'
FLASHBACK ENDED
'After that... I don't remeber anything' Eron worried about what happened to Gale and felt only remorse when he thought about Oswald. He stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes, and pulled on his duster and glove once again. He looked around him at the now empty square. "...Where in the name of heck am I?" It was obvious to Eron that this was NOT the Cartoon Wasteland. He was standing in front of a huge wall of fountains, on a bridge built over a small stream that was originating from the aforementioned fountains. "Someone has WAY too much time on their hands to have buitl that..." he said to himself. He heard footsteps approaching shortly before a loud voice permeated the air. "HALT!" Eron tunred to see a rather strange sight; two men in matching uniforms.
The man on the right was a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a dark slate grey gurad uniform adorned with a white curled heart symbol and white gloves that extended half way up his forearm. He also wore a belt and knee-high boots, both of which are black. His hair was black and worn in long dreadlocks. It seemed that he tries to keep most of his dreads tied into a low ponytail, but one tends to dangles over the right side of his face. He also had thick sideburns and eyebrows, and violet eyes. In his right hand he carried a long spear.
The other man was outfitted identically to his partner. However, this one had swepat back red hair and a square jaw, and was holding a strange looking axe in his right hand. Eron raised an eyebrow as he saw the two men. "Evening fellas!" he said nicely. 'First rule of world travel: make as many friends possible.' The men did not return his greeting or his friendly smile, which soon slid off Eron's face. The red head pointed at Eron with his axe. "You have been causing trouble here using Darkness, haven't you?!" 'Ah...rumballs!' Eron swore in his mind. "Sorry about that. Slight mental slip-" "SILENCE!" the black haired man interrupted. Eron stopped for a moment before looking to the spear user. "You know, it's rude to interrupt." Eron could see the man grip his spear tighter. "Just answer the question!" the thick-browed man demanded. Eron sighed. "Look, I told you, it was a misunderstand-WHOA!!!" Eron quickly dodged the ginger-haired axe-wielder as the slammed his weapon where Eron had been standing. Eron's eyes widened as he saw the bridge break into pieces of rubble. 'Oh...crimeny!' Eron was lucky enough to land on the other side of the stream, but not enough to dodge the spearman's incoming strike. Out of reflex, Eron's hands sprung into a sword block.
A blinding flash of light and the ring of metal on metal filled the air. As the light faded, Eron's eyes widened. "What the...?" In his hands was a keyblade, something that he had NEVER used before. The entire weapon was about the length of his old claymore, and even seemed to have incoporated his sword into it's design. The handle was made of black ebon wood and seemed to have been made in the style of a paintbrush. In place of a brush, though, there was a blue disk with a black insignia; the royal seal of King Oswald. The disk rested in between two grey metal prongs which then bent down at a ninety-degree angle and extended down three-quarters of the way of the handle before turning in an closing on the end of the handle. From the top of the hilt, two different colored streams of what appeared to be liquid wound around the blade of a claymore sword; one liquid was a sky blue whilst the other was an acidic green. The two streams wound around the blade, criss-crossing over it until they met at the right end of the blade forming teeth seemingly made of ink. The keychain attached to the blade was a simple silver chain connected to a King Oswald charm.
'A...keyblade?' Eron was rudely jolted from his reverie when the spear using man leapt back to the other side of the stream. "A Keyblade?!" the man questioned, confusion in his voice. "Looks like it." the axe-wielder stated simply. Eron decided that it was time to go. "Sorry guys, but as fun as this is..." he left the statement hang as he aimed his keyblade at the stream itself. "Dark Fission Firaga!" the black firebal flew at the water and exploded into a cloud of black steam, covering Eron's escape. After about thirty minutes of no-stop running, Eron decided to take a break and tunred into an alley, leaning on his keyblade. "Oh man.. what a nightmare." he gasped out. Turning to his new weapon, he observed the rather...colorful weapon. Granted, it wasn't goofishly colorful; it still held a menacing look to it as any Keyblade should. All in all, he was happy with it. But one question remained in his mind. "Where did you come from?"
