It was simply bad luck on Ven's part for him to end up here first.
He'd never seen war. He knew what it was, from books and stories and even Xehanort's rantings on the Keyblade War, but those were all vague abstractions, he now discovered. Real war, if that's what this was, was loud, chaotic, and more terrible than textbook definitions could ever begin to describe. There were bodies and sounds everywhere -- some human, some not; some living, many dead -- but amid all the calamity it was impossible to tell the two sides apart at any given second. The separate forces seemed to crash like waves, constant and awful.
He didn't know where he was, why, or whom to help. He was alone in an enormous crowd, with only a fuzzy and puzzling memory to suggest the reason.
Even then, it was the scream and roar that caught his attention above everything else. Out of instinct, or maybe the desire to do something besides stand idle on the edge of this warzone, Ven took off towards the source without thinking twice. It occurred to him that he didn't have his Keyblade on him, but another instinct said that was okay -- somehow, he knew he wasn't unarmed.
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He'd never seen war. He knew what it was, from books and stories and even Xehanort's rantings on the Keyblade War, but those were all vague abstractions, he now discovered. Real war, if that's what this was, was loud, chaotic, and more terrible than textbook definitions could ever begin to describe. There were bodies and sounds everywhere -- some human, some not; some living, many dead -- but amid all the calamity it was impossible to tell the two sides apart at any given second. The separate forces seemed to crash like waves, constant and awful.
He didn't know where he was, why, or whom to help. He was alone in an enormous crowd, with only a fuzzy and puzzling memory to suggest the reason.
Even then, it was the scream and roar that caught his attention above everything else. Out of instinct, or maybe the desire to do something besides stand idle on the edge of this warzone, Ven took off towards the source without thinking twice. It occurred to him that he didn't have his Keyblade on him, but another instinct said that was okay -- somehow, he knew he wasn't unarmed.