Sunday, February 13, 2011

Nexan Senses Betrayal and Asks a Newbie for Help

"Why were you and Braxyd trying to finish Kingdom Hearts?" I look up at the question, surprised. This was what Nexan wanted to talk about? Braxyd's stupid little 'training session?'

"Well I didn't know killing Heartless fed Kingdom Hearts... so Yes? Braxyd only told me that we were going to fight in a real world situation, I didn't know it meant actually going into the real world..." I didn't know why I had went along with it, Seycax was going to spar me that day. I guess I just wanted to see if the my wind could put out his fire. I never actually learned if it could, he just set a bunch of Heartless on me and left. It was rather rude.

"It's okay, I just didn't know if Braxyd had given you a reason for doing so. I think he is up to something. You see, by starving Kingdom Heart of its Heartless, It becomes weaker. Sora and his gang are not killing Heartless but capturing them. In the basement of CO is where they are being kept in cages. No other way to keep the wretched things under control." Nexan studied me, waiting for me to talk. I don't. "I just think Braxyd has been acting especially suspicious, love life aside. I fear he is up to something he is not willing to tell any one. If you see anything suspicious, tell Xassha or I. I really can't have a rebellion in the midst of getting our hearts back, now can I ?" She smiles that silly mischievous smile of hers, causing me to smile back.

"If I see anything I'll be sure to get back to you. I'd hate to have this operation fall to pieces just as we get close to obtaining our lives back." If anything got in the was of my heart, I would rip it to shreds. I needed it so bad, as did everyone here. They were all going slowly mad over this.

"Thank you, Daxjorn, so much. I think that you will be glad for helping us. I know I'm glad you are. Would you like to spar?"

"Of course." Nexan whips her scythe out of mid air and twirls it as I call my fans and open them. I love the feeling they give me, as if I could wave them and make anything I disliked fly far, far away.

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