Mad at Mouse Part 3

Usually I wouldn’t have cared about a quartet of Keybladers taking on their Elemental hearts. It happens occasionally, but when it does the Keyblader in question doesn’t usually survive long afterwards.

They burn out, a mortal just isn’t equipped to deal with that amount of power.

But things have been going from bad to worse for a while now, and as much as I know some of my colleagues would love to start over with a clean slate, I know what is required to first get to that clean slate.

I lived through the War. Grew up in the midst of it. The Universe burned down around us.

The others were older, they watched but did not understand.

Just as I watched for decades and did not see the approaching darkness.

I protected my world, and I hoped that my barrier to the Darkness protected my people.

It was part of the deal I made. Years and years again I sacrifice myself to become the Guardian of the little guardians. I’m not sure what I was, but I kept out outside interference and lived off the energy of the hearts.

Then slowly the hearts started to disappear. Gone. I couldn’t reach them anymore. The barrier weakened. The mouse found my world.

I tried to stop him leaving. I remember that much. He was overflowing with the energy of the dark heart and I was draining off a bit of it to maintain the barrier. (Or maybe a lot of it, I’m not too sure at this point.)

Anyway. He left. The barrier was failing. I couldn’t protect my world fully anymore and he had taken away one of my guardians.

I wonder if he knew what he had taken with him?

I was very put out by the heartless. Their negative energy further impacted on the barrier. It was a nuisance.

Normally I would have been able to do something to neutralise the heartless. I mean that in the nicest possible way. How did you think my world has remained free of heartless for so many centuries? Luck? No.

Me.

But now I had less than half my previous power to draw on. There are dozens of Elemental Hearts, and slowly, year after year, decade after decade, the Hearts had begun to lose power, to close themselves away.

It’s to be expected whenever a new Keyblader is chosen; they rely upon the power of their heart too much, because they don’t have the skill or experience to fight alone.

There are benefits… but few until the Keyblader is trained.

Anyway… I’m annoyed with the mouse. It’s his fault.

Then it gets even worse.

Well first it gets a little better, but then it gets worse.

Another Keyblader came to my world. A Shadow. Something strange and new and wrong.

I admit I started to drain them, but only a little. At that point I was little more than a bunch of instincts, it was to be expected.

Then they tried something. Lots of energy. They were trying to lock something, or unlock something… Who can tell with Keybladers? They always seem to be locking or unlocking things.

I over rode what they were doing. I bet that was a shock to the system.

But what else was I suppose to do? They were interfering with the elements that protected my world so well.

Anyway... I guided my little planet into a pocket dimension.

I was rather pleased with myself truth be told, it’s not everyone who could say they teleported an entire planet to another dimension. I even used the elastic band theory.

Then I waited.

And it got worse.

My power was fading. I had only hoarded so much, so as my strength was fading I sent my world back into the universe.

Then I did the best I could to protect my world, keeping it well hidden.

I tried taking energy from other things.

Hopeless.

I wasn’t designed to steal energy, only gather that which was freely emitted. I’ll admit when there’s a Keyblader on the scene it’s different, but everything is different when there’s a Keyblader involved.

They destroyed the last Universe. This Universe remembers.