----Dark World----

There was a flash of light that tore through the darkness and slammed into the crust of the Dark Realm. A second smaller glimmer sliced through and embedded itself in the small crater formed by the impact.
Darkness swirled in quickly, sealing the breach between realms. As the smoke and dust faded into the darkness, all had settled.

In the crater lie a young man; he was battered and broken. His Light Armor was cracked and worn from battle after battle. There wasn't much left in the boy, but his will endured and held him there.


----Some Time Later-----

[color=ed1c24]Kazen stirred slowly, opening his eyes to nothing but pain. He tasted that thick copper taste; and knew it was blood. He tried to rise, to sit up even but it was no use; he mustered his remaining strength and managed a half-assed Cure spell. He groaned as the white magic worked its way over his beaten body. In a few seconds he slowly stood up.
On shake legs he took in his surroundings; it wasn't good.
"Oh man..." He groaned as he found his keyblade; The Convergent Fate snapped in two, it was slowly fading into nothing. He felt a twinge of pain shoot through his chest, and a tear creep into his eye. That blade had been forged from his heart; and now it lay broken as his feet, just as he now lay broken. Lost within the Dark Realm.

"No..." He managed to say as he picked up the hilt of his blade and felt it strain against the darkness before it shattered and floated upwards out of his hands.
"I'm...lost..." He said as he fell to his knees and wept.
"Raslan...The King...everyone...I've let them down..." He screamed into the black.

He had been fighting a new foe; a Shattered Remnant; something that was dredged from the depths of the Keyblade war's carnage. He could remember hunting the Heartless down; it was rumored to be in Scaela Ad Caelum. So he had ended his long search there. He slew his enemy after a long battle, but at the cusp of victory; his true enemy had struck.
The man wore a Black cloak and had cut through everything in Kazen's arsenal like tissue paper. Nothing worked, and it was as if this foe knew his actions before he made them. 
It wasn't until the man drew his blade; Kazen didn't even see the thing it was so fast. He had been drawn and quartered, the force of the blow had shot him straight through the veil between realms, and left him broken against a cliffside. There would be no more adventures for him, all was lost. Or so it seemed.
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