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It was a fateful night as always. The eternal darkness gave no way. It was the blessing and curse of this kingdom. Dakurr looked up at the stars, thinking about the man that made the wish. "A life under the stars." Darkurr said. He held his new weapon and tool in his hands. It was sword... but not any sword, a Keyblade. It was true, he was from Urban City, but he felt like this Kingdom of Kai was his real home. He and the great wish-maker, were both children of the night and shadows. It was only fitting that he would obtain the power.
He had no desires to mold into another one of the Legion's wars with the Agency, however he fully supported them. He never really cared about such political things. Darkurr was born to protect. And this time, rather than protecting a city that would have long cast away Darkurr, he was going to protect this new kingdom. "I wonder if my restaurant will still go along fine if I'm all the way out here..." Darkurr thought aloud, "Maybe I should open another one here..."
