KH; That Which Waits

That Which Waits
kh_drabble [161] Perfectly Beautiful
Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me; no profit is being made from fanfic.
435 words of sort-of roundabout things that I'm not sure have anything to do with the prompt. (Forgive me, rhaella . ;_;)
A destiny where every causality has a purpose.


It wasn’t an expression of power so much as it was a defense. The churning, frothing mass of water hit the invisible barrier of pure magic and then turned and defied gravity to run up, and then flipped back to join the thin masses of water that ran almost imperceptibly downward to direct the water back to its natural course.

The massive rising swells of water kept any stray passersby from the backwards-facing and true entrance to the Castle. The Castle was meant to be a fortress, not the home and repository it’d turned into before the Invasion emptied it for good.

Perhaps the water, in the timeless, wordless way it had, had been guarding this entrance, this pathway in preparation for the Keeper of the Key and the Defender of Worlds. When the Witch had taken over, and the Corrupter before her, all other entrances into the Castle had been closed and blocked and guarded by the deep abysses in the hearts of men.

The Sorceress, the Weaver who had designed the Rising Falls was long dead, had long disappeared from the annals of history and time. No one wondered how the Rising Falls came to be, nor the name of she who had called to her the magics of the worlds and wove them together and coaxed the water and filled them so with magic that they became almost conscious, whispering of the War, the Corruption, the Invasion.

Standing still, fraught with waiting and the dark magic that now filled him, he could almost hear it. As a lick of water flew past and touched his cheek, he thought he could hear a voice of reproof, that he would work chaos where he should bring defense.

He brushed the water off, like those before him had done, and the Rising Falls receded again, to wait for the Keeper it was meant to wait for, now that this one had defected.

Though he did not know the name and he did not know the source and he not know their mission, the Key heard their whispers, restless susurrations of satisfaction that at last the magic they’d absorbed and sustained that had kept the worlds from collapsing in on itself would soon be diffused in the absence of the darkness festering continually within the Castle. The Key heard, though he did not acknowledge because he did not know how, and went forward with the task he did not mean to have but now carried, and the Light residing in his heart whispered her greetings and the Rising Falls parted to give them safe passage.