User blog:Phantomsanic360/Book of Prophecies

In the barren landscape known as the Keyblade Graveyard, five people lay, collapsed on the ground, singe marks on them, their bodies buttered.

Four of them wore strange animal masks. The fifth wore a black coat and had an eyepatch.

The fifth was still conscious and glanced up, seeing the duo responsible for this.

"Are yous sure dis book can even help us." The brute said.

"It willhelp us you simple minded buffoon." The witch sneered. "It contains the knowledge of all worlds, the light, the darkness, everything. It is the key to our conquest.

The fifth noticed his Arrowguns, from his time as Xigbar, laying in front of him.

Attempting to reach them, he crawled forward, only for them to be thrown away by a magical force.

"Ah ah, none of that now." The witch grinned.

"Say good night punk." The brute said, and he turned just long enough to see a boot hitting his face.

Then everything went dark.