Snippet #1272466

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.