Zeldagirl99

             I made my way down the tall staircase as fast as I could. There was no time to waste as the darkness surrounded the grand castle. When I finally reached the courtyard, all I could see were thick clouds of pitch blackness coating the ground, and covering the air. I looked around frantically, calling out for my friends.            “Jared? Sky? Dean? Anyone??” I screamed, without an answer. Whilst I searched, the clots of darkness grew and intensified. The inched closer to me from all directions, but I was too concerned about my missing friends to care.            Over the chaos, I heard a low laugh come from behind

                I slowly moved my hand out to my side. Focusing, I summoned my keyblade faster than the light under my command, and slashed at him.                Unfortunately, he recognized the attack before my blade could fully damage him. All that was hurt was his coat; a ragged piece of cloth that was once his sleeve fluttered gently to the ground.                I looked at my opponent, watching his reaction. His face twisted into an annoyed, and partially angry, expression.                “Why you little—,” he huffed and prepared for attack. He held his hand up high in the air, and his keyblade materialized into

     I reached out for him. His figure faded, and he began to appear translucent.     He smiled at me with his charming white teeth and bright red eyes.     Tears streamed down my soft cheeks and my hand was trembling as I stretched it out.     He chuckled and took my hand, then pulled me into a hug.     I squeezed him tightly and buried my face in his shoulder.     He stroked my long, curly, brown hair gently. "Eliza." he started, " It's so unawesome to cry, you know?" He smiled again at his jest.     I shook my head and looked up at him. "How can you laugh smile at a time like this?" I asked. "Don't you realize...?" More tears s

     "I didn't do it!" he said with the most innocent eyes in the universe.     I looked at him, unbelieving. "Then who did, Alfred?" I crossed my arms.     He rocked back and forth on his heels, avoiding eye contact with me. "Well, I don't know..." he played with the bottom of his shirt.    I sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play in the parlor?" I bent down and began picking up the shards of glass from the newly broken vase off the floor.     "B-but it wasn't me!" his little voice shouted.     I continued picking up the glass. "Lying won't get you anywhere, Alfred. If you can show me it wasn't you, then I'll believe

Hungary's POV     Roderich was, as always, playing his piano. I stood by, listening. I started to sway with the music while making sure not to be distracting.     Then I heard the door open almost silently. I looked over, frying pan in ready, and slowly made my way over to it. I tried to peek through the crack to find out who was behind this.     When I got close enough, a hand shot out and grabbed my arm, pulling my to the other side of the door, and another one covered my mouth.     I made a muffled scream and swung my pan at the kidnapper.     "Ow!" It sounded like...Gilbert!? He let me go and I composed myself. "Why would you hit so