Destiny greeted the Dawn, her voice rising over the noise
of last minute preparations.
If people paused in their work to listen, she paid them
no mind.
She sung, not of the battle to come, but those already
lost and won.
Her heart soared.
In his glory, king
of heaven, dying for me.
Just as her final song began, just as the sun broke over
the edge of the skyline, lightening flashed and thunder roared out of a clear
sky.
Three beings appeared in the flash of light, a yell of “Destiny!”
and while most were still trying to blink sight back into their eyes, Destiny
was dodging.
The tallest of the three was relentless in his attack,
his rage growing with ever dodged attack, every deflected strike. Almost twice
Destiny’s height and whip cord thin, and an almost uniform steel colouration.
Destiny was like the wind, faster, smaller, and calmer
than her opponent, she could run circles around him, but focused on drawing him
away from his companions.
The other two, a woman with red hair heavily streaked with
white, and a blockier man with a mop of messy black hair, watched impassionately
as Destiny pulled every trick she could as she dodged, blocked and bounced
circles around the other.
Mickey rushed over, warned by the flash of lightening, Keyblade
ready and searched for an opening.
No. This wasn’t the army Destiny had spoken of.
“Who...?” He queried and the old woman, for she seemed
ancient even if she still retained some small amount of red in her hair, turned
to him and looked him over dismissively.
“Keyblader.” She flicked her gaze back over to the combatants,
a narrow frown on her face. “Dilemma intended to beat Destiny black and blue
for...” She shrugged and her eyes flickered skyward.
“She failed.” The man spoke.
Destiny spun, lashing out at Dilemma. Mickey blinked as
Dilemma went flying into a wall, and didn’t move.
She turned to the others and nodded in greeting, “Kismet,
Plight, I thought you were dead” she tilted her head at Mickey, then almost as
an afterthought, “Mouse.”
The man reached for his weapons, but the woman placed a
hand on his arm.
“Peace Plight. Let her speak.”
“I have a plan.” Destiny said.
Kismet looked her up and down, before she nodded once. “Then
we have things to discuss.”
“Inside?” Mickey suggested.
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