Town of Crossings

A week has passed since the tragic events on the Keyblade Sanctum. Ryu had been training ever since to grow stronger, on his own, as he now stood in a courtyard in the Town of Crossing. When he first ended up here, he was also with Kai, a young Keyblader that he treated as a brother. But he made a decision to send him to another world, where an old Keyblade Master lived, to keep him out of harms way. Another reason he did that though was because Kai ended up losing his memory abit during their escape. In Ryu's mind, it was best to keep him safe till he got better.

But for now, Ryu had something else to do. His home and Masters were destroyed in that tragedy, and he had to stop that growing threat. Begining to walk along the courtyard, he brought out his Keyblade and aimed it forward. But before he could open a doorway to the Lanes Between, Ryu heard a scream in the distance. Turning to look in the direction it came from, he quickly sensed what it was of and dashed toward it. On arriving, he saw what he hoped wasn't true. A swarm of Shades were crawling out of a Dark Doorway as they began to attack people in the market area. As one leeped at a child fallen on the ground, Ryu quickly attacked, making the dark beast vanish. Looking at the boy, he warns him, "Get out of her!" Quickly doing as he's told, the boy ran off as Ryu turned to face the horde. "..So they made it this far already.." He grips his Keyblade tightly in his hand. "Guess I'll have to take these out before starting my search..." Ryu said before he dashed toward the horde, begining his attack at the monsters.

Twilight Town

“Boss, we’re out of Sea Salt Ice-Cream! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Promise yelled as she hopped over the counter and hurried out into the street. Not wanting to waste another minute, she ran towards the crack in the wall she found and out into the woods behind it. Stopping when she caught sight of the abandoned mansion, Promise sat down against a tree and closed her eyes for a minute. She couldn’t believe it’d been a week since everything happened at Keyblade Sanctum. The Master’s had sent her back to her home world of Twilight Town…and away from Ryu and Kai. Not knowing where they were, she could only stay put and become stronger for now; getting a job at the local Ice Cream shop and training in her spare time outside of town. It was the least she could do until she could figure out how to leave and search for her friends. Those Shades were still out there, and she wasn’t strong enough before to save anyone. But she wouldn’t let history repeat itself. Not to her or anyone else.

Standing up, she grasped onto her Keyblade as it appeared and started going through her usual routine. First warming up how she was taught by the Master’s, she then let her imagination take over. Remembering every fight and practice round she had with Ryu and Kai, she blocked and attacked with increasing speed; applying every new techniques she was taught and trying everything random that came to mind. As she fought her imaginary opponents, she couldn’t but help miss her friends. Were they okay? Where were they at? Did they make it out alive as well?... And when will she see them again…

Keepsake Island

Light ran down the beach to the water. He grew bored with the scenery around here. "Keep running Light!" Master Zechs called with a withered smile on his face. Master Zechs was growing old and passing his knowledge down to Light. "I've run enough. Can't I just take a break?" Light yelled through gasps for air. "The 'Dark Ones' don't let you have breaks." Zechs replied. Light approached Zechs. "'Dark Ones' this and 'Dark Ones' that. You always talk about them but we never encounter any on this small island. Can't I just go swimming?" Master Zechs frowned at Light. "You're too young to understand." Zechs explained. "I'm fifteen. I can manage another one of your stories." Light sat down crossing his legs. His knee long cargo shorts buckled into the sand. Light shuffled the sand out of the legs. "This story is more physical than literary." Zechs said, drawing his Keyblade.

He flung it toward Light's nose. Light sprung backward and his eyes grew wide. "W-what are you doing?" He asked, feeling overwhelmed by an uncertain fear. "See those two scars on your cheek?" Zechs asked, Keyblade aiming at Light's face. "You got those scars because you refused to defend yourself. Now fight." Light drew Doubt, his Keyblade, and sprung backward, avoiding a swipe from Zechs. The black and red Keyblade shimmered in the sun. "I'm not gonna do this!" He shouted, reading his Keyblade for a defensive battle. "You're going to have to fight!" Zechs yelled back at him.

At the end of the day Light had a third scar on his cheek. Doubt was strong and effective, but Light didn't wield it to harm or for any reason to think of. He sat at the beach's banks. He had his legs tucked up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees. The sun was setting and Light sighed. "Another failure." He said to himself. "Another chance to be scolded. Another chance to be hurt." Light was getting tired of the training. He wanted to have fun.