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MidReal Story
Forgotten Shores of Destiny
Anonymous
6d ago
Scenario:make a story set in the world of kingdom hearts about a boy with no memories waking on an island
Create my version of this story
Marcus Reed
local islander with hidden abilities, friend to Ethan and Lila, messy brown hair, hazel eyes, secretive yet protective
Lila Flynn
skilled warrior from another world, ally to Ethan, long blonde hair, blue eyes, brave and loyal
Ethan Hart
amnesiac hero, friends with other protagonists, short black hair, green eyes, determined and curious
I open my eyes.
The light is blinding, forcing me to close them again.
Rolling over, I take a deep breath before attempting to open them again, this time more slowly.
Everything is a haze as I take in what appears to be a small clearing.
There’s a large palm tree to my left.
Its fronds sway gently in the breeze.
Beyond that, I see what looks like a small hut.
It’s hard to tell, though, through the blur of green and brown.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
When I open them again, everything is still just as blurry.
I push myself up from the warm grass and sand.
Sand?
Where am I?
I look down at myself.
I’m wearing a black shirt with sleeves that go to my elbows and black pants that match the shirt.
My feet are bare.
That’s not weird, though.
I’ve gone without shoes plenty of times before… Wait, where was I going?
What was I doing?
Panic sets in as I realize I have no memories.
Not a single one.
I turn around, looking at the other side of the clearing.
There’s more trees and what looks like a large rock formation in the distance.
Turning back around, I head for the hut.
I cautiously approach the hut, each step sinking slightly into the sand.
The sound of waves crashing in the distance is steady, almost calming.
As I near the entrance, a rustling from above catches my attention.
Before I can react, a figure leaps from the trees, landing heavily on me.
We tumble to the ground, and I struggle to regain my breath.
The person pins me down, their grip firm but not painful.
I look up to see a young man with messy brown hair and hazel eyes staring intently at me.
"Who are you?" he demands, his voice urgent.
I try to speak, but my voice is hoarse from disuse, and all that comes out is a croak.
The young man's grip tightens slightly, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't play dumb," he growls. "What are you doing here?"
I swallow hard, trying to clear my throat.
"I... I don't know," I stammer. "I don't remember anything."
The young man's expression changes from suspicion to curiosity.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" he asks, his voice softer now.
I shake my head, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in.
"I don't know who I am, where I am, or how I got here," I admit.
The young man's eyes scan my face, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, he releases his grip and stands up, pulling me to my feet with him.
"Come on," he says curtly. "We need to talk."
He drags me towards the hut, and I stumble after him, my heart racing with anticipation.
As we approach the entrance, the door swings open by itself, creaking loudly in the silence.
The young man pushes me inside, following close behind.
I stumble into the dimly lit interior, my eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness.
The air inside is musty and stale, filled with the scent of old books and decay.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the hut, making me jump.
The young man turns to me with a grim look, whispering, "Welcome to the beginning of your past."
I sit down on the worn wooden bench, the creaking of the wood beneath me echoing through the dimly lit hut.
Marcus paces back and forth in front of me, his eyes flickering with a mix of intrigue and calculation.
"You really don't remember anything?" he asks, his voice low and measured.
I shake my head, scanning the room for any clues about my past, but there's nothing.
The walls are lined with old books, their leather bindings cracked and worn.
A small table in the corner holds a single candle, its flame casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Marcus suddenly stops pacing, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Follow me," he says, his voice dripping with excitement.
I stand up, my heart racing with anticipation, and follow him through a narrow passage.
The air grows colder, the darkness seeming to press in around me.
As I step forward, the ground gives way beneath me, and I plummet into darkness.
Time seems to slow as I fall, my stomach lurching into my throat.
I land hard on a cold, damp stone floor, the impact jarring my bones.
Groaning, I push myself up onto my elbows, looking around at my new surroundings.
I'm in some kind of pit, the walls made of rough-hewn stone blocks.
A faint light filters down from above, casting an eerie glow over everything.
Marcus peers down at me, his expression now cold and mocking.
"Welcome to your first lesson," he sneers, his voice dripping with malice.
Suddenly, the air is filled with the sound of scraping and scuttling, like something is moving through the darkness.
The shadows shift, revealing countless eyes watching me from the depths.
I scramble to my feet, heart pounding as the creatures—Heartless—lunge from the shadows.
Their glowing yellow eyes fixate on me, and I instinctively raise my arms in defense.
Marcus's voice echoes above, urging me to fight.
My hands tremble, but a strange energy courses through me.
One Heartless leaps closer, its claws swiping at my chest.
I dodge clumsily, feeling the rush of air as it misses.
Another creature lunges from behind, and I spin around, narrowly avoiding its attack.
The sound of scraping and scuttling grows louder, more intense, as if the Heartless are closing in on me.
Marcus tosses down a wooden staff, shouting for me to use it.
I grip it tightly, readying myself for battle.
The staff feels foreign in my hand, but somehow familiar, like a forgotten memory trying to resurface.
I take a deep breath, focusing on the creatures surrounding me.
The air is thick with tension, heavy with the scent of damp stone and decay.
I raise the staff, its wooden surface creaking as I prepare to face the Heartless head-on.
Suddenly, a particularly large creature emerges from the darkness, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity.
It charges towards me, jaws open wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
I swing the staff wildly, trying to fend it off, but it's too fast, too strong.
The creature knocks me off balance, sending me stumbling backward as it prepares to strike again.
I raise my arms to defend myself, but I know I won't be able to hold out for much longer...
