Kingdom Hearts III: The Revival (Working Title)

ObiLaws · Apr 15, 2007

Extra question and comment

I just have an extra question and comment. Would you think about including Disney worlds that weren't included in the games (I already read the post about anime worlds)? Such as Toy Story? Or maybe bring back worlds such as Deep Jungle (Tarzan)? Because I noticed that you only included people from worlds in the second game although the worlds that got cut out from the first game were still there. And did I miss something (this is not story related) or did Simba's world not get destroyed. In the first one Jiminy Cricket said it was destroyed and then in the second one it was there again?!?

Soushirei · Apr 15, 2007

ObiLaws said: ↑

I just have an extra question and comment. Would you think about including Disney worlds that weren't included in the games (I already read the post about anime worlds)? Such as Toy Story? Or maybe bring back worlds such as Deep Jungle (Tarzan)? Because I noticed that you only included people from worlds in the second game although the worlds that got cut out from the first game were still there. And did I miss something (this is not story related) or did Simba's world not get destroyed. In the first one Jiminy Cricket said it was destroyed and then in the second one it was there again?!?
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As for adding new worlds that weren't in the game that are Disney, I'm not really sure. I don't see myself doing it at this point. I'll take the example of Toy Story: I'm not entirely fond of the idea of retelling the story of Toy Story while trying to progress my KH3 plot. I feel it would be too much of a filler, and deter me from expanding on the plot regarding the three Knights from the Secret Ending.

Note: Yes, the three Knights *will* be covered in the second half, now that I've finished and seen all of Final mix+

As for the worlds that weren't in KH2 but in KH1, I simply forgot about them. XD. I have no explanation as to why I didn't mention Tarzan and co. or Alice at the wedding. But I will say that I didn't want to make note of every person that was at the wedding, as it would be an exhausting list and kind of make the flow kind of choppy. To be honest, I just picked characters that came to my mind as I wrote the scene, so I haven't intentionally left anyone out. Basically, my insinuation was that everyone that Sora ever countered (from Disney worlds) was present, just not all of them had lines.

As for the comment about Simba's world. When Sora defeated Xehanort's Heartless at the end of KH1, the world order was 'being restored'. As such, Simba's world was restored to how it was before it was destroyed, much how Destiny Islands was destroyed at the beginning of KH1, but was restored at the end. The same is true about the Pride Lands.

Thanks for the questions. =) I like hearing them and answering them. XD It helps remind myself of the story and keeps me thinking about it. After my last exam tomorrow I'm planning to start the outline for the second half; I'm a little excited.

Peyton · Apr 21, 2007

I have only read the prouloge and I am already addicted!
This is awsome ロクサス!
Geez you are really good at this ,and I will read the other chapters to.
this was amazing.How do you do it?
Great job ロクサス ^^
Looking forward to read the other capters;D

Soushirei · Apr 22, 2007

Thanks, K a i r i. ^^

Hopefully you'll enjoy the other ones as you read them. Chapter 10 is a bit of a doosie... so.. XD

YouSheng · Apr 22, 2007

geez, it took me so long to read ,,, because I am slow in reading...
currently up to chp 3 and hope will finish ASAP

so far, I quite enjoy the story and cannot stop reading

Peyton · Apr 22, 2007

ロクサス said: ↑

Thanks, K a i r i. ^^

Hopefully you'll enjoy the other ones as you read them. Chapter 10 is a bit of a doosie... so.. XD
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No , problem ^^

I think I will , because you write in an interesting way.
Well I don't mind about chapter 10.
I'll read it anyway (:.
I just haev to read all the other one's first =o.
xD

Soushirei · Apr 22, 2007

Thanks, YouSheng, K a i r i.

It's great to know that there are still some readers despite that I've gone on hiatus for a little over a month now.

Just for a little update as to where I am at this point and what to expect:

- A lot of background history has already been plotted, regarding the significance of Birth by Sleep and Kairi's past and her importance in the second half
- Will be beginning Chapter 11 sometime today or this week.
- Chapter 11 will be somewhat like the Prologue (that is, a short scene of utmost importance, but does not take place during the current timeline of the fic). Consider it the Prologue to the second half.
- I previously mentioned that I expected this to be a 20 chapter fic--it's possible I may exceed that number.
- The events of Birth by Sleep--although confirmed by Nomura to be a new series--is directly related to Sora's Story in my fic.
- i.e. Sora's Journey and Kairi's past are directly related to the three Knights and the events that took place in Birth by Sleep.
- My Pseudo OST is not being compiled at the moment, sorry about that. My finals kept me busy and now I'm anxious to get my fic back underway.

Thanks for your support, even now!

Iraxada · Apr 25, 2007

Ah-hahah. I'm not gonna complain if it exceeds 20 chapters. It's a damn good fic. While I wait... I should finish my own countdown of a KH fic. One chapter to go... *dies from lack of inspiration*

Soushirei · Apr 29, 2007

Well guys, here's Chapter 11.

I originally planned it to be the Prologue to the second act/second arc, but uhh.. it turned out longer than expected, so I guess it's not really considered a Prologue. It does have a prologue feel to it as it doesn't take place during the current timeline of the fic, but nonetheless I found it to be a great opener for what's to come next.

I hope you all enjoy the new Chapter 11. Oh, and it's past 3am; I didn't bother to proof-read. But you're all smart and humble individuals. Correct the mistakes yourselves and humble my idiocy when you find them. =D

-- Chapter 11 --

A restless breeze made its way across the barren field as three armoured Knights stood gallantly in the distance. Their capes tumbled in the wind, their steel greaves rattling softly as small bits of rocky debris brushed ominously against them. Stagnancy filled the terrain around them as the lifeless atmosphere taunted their sights with an endless ocean of broken or discarded Keyblades that stood stabbed into the earth, or lay across the floor completely destroyed.

The Knights remained still, their cold stares from behind their tinted helmets facing ahead of them as they tightened their grip on their Keyblades, as if they expected what was about to happen next. Beyond a distant miasma of sand and fog, a dark figure was seen slowly advancing toward the valiant trio, a menacing intent wavering within the figure of his shadow as the shrouded debris began to clear.

It was more of the feeling than the appearance that would register first in the minds of the three Knights as their eyes remained fixed on the devilish apparition before them. They didn’t need to know how their mysterious assailant looked like before hand to understand just how far deep they were since entering the point of no return. However, soon after taking in the features of their enemy, a part of their resolve shook with confusion.

Walking toward them was none other than an aged old man, bald as one could get, and slouched over from an evident case of spine decay; he hardly looked like he could play a hand in the destruction of the entire Ultair Kingdom—let alone the Dreamweavers. That was until the Keyblading trio took a glance into the older man’s eyes; eyes that held such hatred, such sinfulness that one could only personify as the epitome of all that was corrupt and malicious. They glowed a sinister orange that seemed to pierce into the armoured heroes, as if to issue a challenge of intimidation, a bout that the Knights stood firmly against as they remained motionless in their stance.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light reverberated across the sky as the old man began to split, an evident silhouette of his body sliding off to the side. The mirrored mirage eventually took physical form, but relayed an appearance that the Knights had never seen. Although the new figure possessed a tinted helm similar to the on-looking trio, and wielded a Keyblade that resembled the Bonds of Flames, it instead donned a red and black outfit that bore no familiarity whatsoever to anything the Knights could recall; a completely foreign sight that they could at the very least agree could only spawn from something so evil as the force that brought the Kingdom of Ultair to the brink of extinction—no, to the brink would have been wishful thinking. The truth was that Ultair was long gone; a dirtied page from a book that could no longer be read, nor edited; nor re-written.

Those thoughts were enough to finally stir a reaction within the shortest Knight of the three as he took a step forward, about to ready his Keyblade.

The center Knight—easily recognized as their leader—quickly placed his arm in front of his comrade, vetoing his initiative.

No, let me start the attack, the Knight announced.

But Captain—, the shorter Knight replied.

Ariannas, watch him, the Knight appealed to his other comrade, who nodded in agreement before the two shorter Knights watched their captain dash ahead to confront the evil pair before him.

The determined Captain charged energetically toward his opposition, his Keyblade held firmly within his right hand as he kept a cold, but resolute, glare at his target.

The old man grinned at the approach of his attacker before lifting a hand in front of him. The simple gesture transformed itself into a powerful counter to the Knight’s swift advance as the ground beneath the Knight’s feet began to shake uncontrollably. The Knight reacted nimbly as he immediately launched himself into the air, suspecting that the path below him was no longer safe to trek. However, his deduction would grant him no escape, as no more than a second later, a mighty upheaval of the rocky earth beneath him rocketed swiftly toward the sky, driving directly into the Knight as he crashed landed on it, tumbling violently across its surface from the momentum. He quickly regained his bearings as he witnessed yet another upheaval, one that rose far above his own platform as he momentarily locked gazes with the dark sorcerer before the ominous mage disappeared into the sky. But before losing sight of him into the clouds, the Knight could make out a figure taking a leap forward, descending fiercely toward his position; it was the clone.

The Knight was about to ready his Keyblade in preparation for a clash with the mysterious warrior until his sharp eye caught sight of sparks flickering from the tip of the enemy’s Keyblade. He was going to cast a spell! The Knight was taken off guard as he re-evaluated the situation that befell him. The miscalculation had the Knight pay the price, as he was unable to prepare a counter on time, leaving himself to endure the strike that was about to come. Thunder rained down on the Knight like hail as it tore cracks and burns through his cape and armor. An electrical surge briefly ran through the Knight’s body from the impact, although the pain the Knight felt from the blast was very minimal.

The red warrior landed lightly on his feet, returning back to his initial stance.

This guy… the Knight hissed quietly to himself.

Leave him to us, Captain, Ariannas stated as she sprinted ahead of her leader. You go ahead and pursue Nocenarus.

Her captain spared a moment to lift his head toward the clouds, his eyes zoning in on the dark wizard above in agreement before taking off toward the cliffs of the elevated landscape ahead.

Ven, take him! Ariannas exclaimed as she caught her comrade out of the corner of her eye.

I don’t need you to tell me that, came the shorter Knight’s reply as his blade violently clashed with the enemy’s Keyblade.

The contact was brief as the one called Ven felt himself being pushed back by the recoil, buckling his knees to catch his fall as he landed. He prepared himself for another charge at his target before abruptly ceasing his chase, eventually losing sight of the cloned Keyblader behind an elaborate screen of frosted ice. She could’ve warned him about the spell, he thought. Had he not stopped he might’ve found himself at the center of that particular blast. He turned his head sharply in the direction of the young female Knight, intending to criticize the poorly judged spell cast before his eyes caught sight of a menacing tornado of Keylblades that soared the skies behind and above her.

Ari! Watch the sky to your six! Get moving, now! Ven warned his partner.

Ariannas stopped in her tracks, hearing the ominous winds from the south rustling violently, closing in on her position at an alarming rate. She gave one last glance to calculate a rough trajectory of the Keyblade-tornado before sprinting off ahead to regroup with Ven.

The red suited enemy pulled away from the group as he ran towards the incoming whirlwind of Keyblades, hopping on to ride the current like a surfer rides the sea. The two Knights could do nothing except flee from the situation as they stayed close to the wall beside them, running parallel to the storm of Keyblades that would claim their lives if they made any critical errors. One such situation arose as the two Knights spotted three incoming Blizzaga spells cast by their opposition. The aim seemed off, but upon further deduction they came to realize that the attacks were merely distractive decoys, designed to occupy their attention long enough for the destructive wave of Keyblades to close the proximity between them.

Ven! Watch your three! Ariannas exclaimed.

Damn it! When did he… Ven cursed as he leaped forward, tumbling nimbly over the rope of Keyblades before rolling briefly across the rocky terrain.

Ven! Another Blizzaga incoming!

He already saw the follow-up coming; his peripherals didn’t lie as he spotted the tip of the enemy’s blade charging up a spell just before he dodged the chain of Keyblades. Regaining his balance, Ven bent down on his right knee before launching himself upward to dodge the incoming spell cast.

Ariannas voiced a disgruntled growl before throwing herself at the Keyblader, connecting her blade twice with his before being tossed off to the side in a similar fashion that Ven was moments earlier. Evidently displeased, Ariannas quickly charged up a Thundaga spell, firing it swiftly before she could complete her descent.

The enemy Keyblader’s evasions continued on nimbly as he retreated onto the wave of Keyblades, seeming to temporarily flee the scene.

A loud grunt was heard in the distance as Ariannas’ attention drew her to the cliffs of a nearby rock formation, spotting her Captain plummeting violently down the side of the mountain. The taller Knight growled in recoil as he roughly hammered the front of his Keyblade into the stone before him, desperately trying to regain control of his momentum. While eventually he did come to a brief stop in his descent, a large fragment of the mountainside broke off from the force of his Keyblade pulling against it, forcing the fragment to teeter dangerously off the side, with the Knight hanging helplessly by his Keyblade.

Captain! Ariannas called out to him.

She was about to make her way to assist her commanding officer until she felt the ground rumble wildly beneath her, throwing her off her balance. Soon afterward, an unsuspecting wave of Keyblades broke out of the cracks of the floor driving Ariannas straight into the air. The seemingly limitless number of blades collided fiercely into her armour as she grimaced in pain from the endless assault.

Ariannas! Her captain yelled as he caught sight of his subordinate being tossed in the air. He was about to retract his Keyblade from the rocky fragment to aid his younger comrade before the same wave came to claim him where he hung, shooting him back up the cliffs from which he fell.

Ariannas managed to break free from the cyclone of Keyblades, a painful struggle that consumed almost all of her energy as all she could do from there was allow herself to fall. She couldn’t even muster the strength to maintain the grip on her Keyblade as she felt it slip between her fingers. Her form crash-landed into the cratered floor shortly after, shattering the proud helm she wore for most of the battle. However, if it had not been for the helm absorbing most of the impact originally intended for her head, it was most likely she would not have survived the fall.

Ven was the first to arrive at her side, kneeling down worriedly. Ari, are you okay?

The blue-haired Knight let out an enervated groan as she struggled to get to her feet. The Captain was still caught in the wave, she thought. She could tell as much from his position when it had taken hold of him. If something wasn’t done soon, there was no telling how fatal it would be if one continued to be assaulted by that demonic rage of Keyblades; Ariannas’ painful experience—even though it was only for a few seconds—attested to this suspicion.

The young girl struggled to stand, blindly feeling for her Keyblade as her body trembled with fatigue and fear, fear for her captain’s life and the uncertainty of another strike by the tornado of Keyblades. After finally locating her Keyblade, Ariannas devoted the last of her strength into her left arm, surging as much magical power that she could summon a Reflectga spell into the tip of her blade before launching it right into the eye of the cyclone that held her captain somewhere along its path.

The speed of her cast was incredible as it quickly made its way up the cone landing briefly in front of the older Knight’s chest. He stared at the glowing orb for a brief moment before covering his eyes from the flash of light that occurred immediately after. Numerous magic-infused hexagons clamped together and incased the Knight in a protective sphere, temporarily warding off the Keyblade assault.

Ariannas… you… the Captain spoke softly, somehow feeling his subordinate’s desperation.

Captain! It’s coming again! Brace yourself! Ven yelled.

Grr… The captain hissed as he held his arms in front of him, bending his legs in toward his body as the protective sphere was once again thrust upward by the continued assault of the Keyblades. There was no end to them! This was impossible, he thought. How could one person be in possession of so much power, even after one considered all the possibilities? The unfair reality of what presented itself before him enraged the brave Knight, unsatisfied with the approaching outcome that he refused to accept. It was true that from the very beginning, he didn’t think they could win—he was sure all three of them knew they couldn’t. But it was almost unbelievable that they couldn’t even manage to land a single blow, a single spell; a single attack. Was the difference in power between Cyril and Renalyn and the three of them really that huge?

“Curse you, Nocenarus!” The Captain yelled from within the Reflectga sphere as he held his Keyblade in front of him, using the Explosion technique. The sphere shattered in a bright explosion of red and orange, along with the wave of Keyblades that finally ceased its movement, falling to the ground effortlessly.

Ari, stay here, Ven advised before taking off toward the cliffs.

Ariannas panted weakly, showing her agreement by staying where she knelt, simply looking up at the cliff where she spotted the Captain dropping out of the sky. While her heart urged her to get to her feet, against Ven’s advice, her body felt like collapsing; the fatigue was just too much to bear.

It wasn’t particularly hard for anyone to notice that the Captain had lost most of his concentration—and possibly some of his sanity—that he originally started the battle with. The Explosion technique he had used moments earlier was at the very least, a double-edged sword, and didn’t benefit the situation at all as he sustained significant damage from the recoil. His cape was torn in many areas, the bottom half of his helm was broken, and he could already hear a high-pitched ringing in his ears from the eardrum-shattering volume of the explosion.

Although finding himself at the point of exhaustion, the Captain felt as if his resentment and frustration were the only two things keeping his body from succumbing to the aches and pains that slowly ate away at his ability to stay conscious. Clumsily, he brought himself back to his feet using his Keyblade for support before beginning a rampant charge toward his opponent. His path was wobbled and lacked definition, but such deficiencies didn’t deter the lethargic Captain as he struggled to maintain his velocity, his vision blurring as he tried to keep his focus on Nocenarus, who seemed to patiently wait for his attack.

The Captain finally swung his blade forward, the force of the attack both weak and unrefined Nocenarus’ dark Keyblade easily repelled it to the side. The Knight attacked again, relentlessly and with every ounce of energy he could gather, hoping it would be enough. No such success came to the Knight’s aid as his opponent once again warded his attack with incredible dexterity. But to simply guard his attacks was not what Nocenarus had in mind; a quick Blizzaga spell at point-blank range and the Knight was consequently hurled several meters backward, landing indelicately on the back of his neck before recovering with a quick back roll.

Painful chills ran up the Knight’s left arm as he held it out in front of him, watching apprehensively as layers of ice began snaking its way up his bicep. The sensation was foreign, unlike anything he had experienced before as he slowly began to lose the feeling in his arm.

Nocenarus! Ven roared angrily as the smaller Knight leapt passionately into the air, his Keyblade pulled back and ready to strike his unsuspecting opponent—or so he thought.

“Ventus, no!” the Captain yelled to his subordinate.

Nocenarus kept his deadly stare fixed on the Captain’s fatigued expression, although perfectly and intimately aware about Ven’s supposed preemptive strike. Within an instant, as Ven swung his blade to claim an attack on Nocenarus, the dark wizard vanished from sight, both his form and his presence disappearing completely.

What the… Ven muttered, perplexed.

The shorter Knight was in the process of landing before he felt a strong grip latch onto the back of his helm, suspending him in the air where he stood. It felt like a deadly vice-grip that only tightened the more he struggled from its grasp. It was something Ven couldn’t help—the pain from the skull-crushing grip was unbearable, and almost instinctively beckoned him to break free of its clutches by any means necessary. Ven’s grunts and groans of discomfort increased as he flailed his arms and legs helplessly, Nocenarus’ monstrous strength already starting to crack the rock-hard surface layers of Ven’s helm.

“Ventus!” Ven’s superior shouted as he got back on his feet, trying to engage Nocenarus once more.

The cold-blooded wizard spared very little effort to quickly summon another wave of Keyblades to quickly escort the Captain Knight off the cliff of the battlefield; it seemed the old warrior wished to end the charade that kept him entertained for the past few minutes. Ven watched hopelessly as his Captain was washed away with the tide of the Keyblades, sending him pit falling once again down the cliffs that he had now become greatly familiar with. It was shortly after this hastily executed attack that the red armoured Keyblader made his reappearance, landing casually at Nocenarus’ side.
Ven endurance was soon giving in, as the pressure that continued to drill into the sides of his skull was soon reaching the threshold of Ven’s tolerance level as he started finding it extremely difficult to breathe, let alone continue moving his limbs in reaction to the immense pain that was being inflicted on him.

It was almost as if Ven knew what was coming next. Ari…

The blue-haired warrior turned her attention toward the cliffs, hearing her Captain screaming out Ven’s name as he fell through the sky, and Ven’s fragile tone calling out to her. She focused in on Ven’s presence as her vision enhanced the scene atop the mountain. It took less than a moment’s glance to realize just what predicament her partner was in as she caught sight of his body hanging loosely from grip of Nocenarus’ hand. She felt her heart skip a beat, her blood freezing as her doubts immediately began to cloud her thoughts.

Ari… Ven spoke softly. I’m sorry…

Ariannas felt her mouth drop open in shock. W-what… are you saying? Ven!

With the last of his strength, Ven struggled to turn his head toward his comrade, causing a piece of the tinted crystal to break off the helm as it fell lifelessly to the floor. The inside of the helm revealed one of the young Knight’s ocean blue eyes as he let it rest on the vision of Ariannas’ horrified expression. He felt a solemn smile creep on his face; it wasn’t exactly the look he would’ve liked her to have, but in a situation like the one he found himself in, one couldn’t blame Ariannas for being unhappy.

Ven felt his eye fidget back and forth, feeling both nervous and afraid of what was about to come; he knew the moment that the Captain was tossed aside there was nothing that could stop Nocenarus from doing as he saw fit with his youngest subordinate. Nervousness and fear sprouted from the uncertainty of what was going to happen, and when it would happen. There was so much Ven felt he needed to say if this really was the end, but the constant fluttering in his stomach that screamed “Is he going to kill me now? Or now? Or now?” made it difficult for him to formulate his thoughts. At the same time, Ven knew that each second that passed was a precious second lost from saying what he wanted to say. He also wished he could just close his eyes as tightly as he could, and try to hide from the fear that surrounded him, but he found his heart and mind captivated to continue gazing into the eyes of the girl who watched despairingly below him.

Ari… I— was all Ven could manage before a dark flame engulfed his entire body, causing his back to arch and his armour to boil. Ven felt his breath being robbed from him as he stared at sky above him, unable to move a finger or blink an eye. The pain was excruciating, he thought to himself, and he couldn’t resist the urge to cry out in agony before he felt a sudden rush of ice surge over his body, rendering him speechless, with not even the ability to voice a whisper or a gasp.

Nocenarus grinned to himself with ample satisfaction about his sinister accomplishment before gently dropping the incapacitated Knight off the edge of the cliff, taking a moment to casually gaze at the helpless warrior as he made periodic contact with the rocky edges along the side of the mountain. Ven tried as hard as he could to maneuver his body to minimize the impacts of the collisions, afraid that he may actually break into pieces if he made any critical errors. The fear within him continued to increase as he neared the ground; surely he would shatter when his body reached the ground.

“Ven!” Ariannas exclaimed as she ran toward the cliffs, desperately trying to catch up to her fallen comrade. She knew probably as well as he did that the stakes were extremely high in regards to what would happen to him if he reached the ground; she had to hurry. Come on legs, don’t die on me now… Ariannas thought to herself, swerving back and forth as she sprinted. She wouldn’t let him fall, she vowed. She couldn’t protect her Captain from harm, and she couldn’t stop Ven from Nocenarus’ fatal attack; she definitely was going to at least make it to Ven before he could hit the ground. She had at least that much competence as a member of the Chasers organization.

The landing was rough, and Ariannas was certain she sprained her ankle—if it didn’t break instead—as she dove for Ven’s body, feeling it crash violently into hers as they both slid against the rocky surface, shards of metal and dirt scraping into her back as she closed her eyes from the pain.

But all of it was worth every ounce of blood that the earth claimed from her as she finally came to a halt. Ven was finally back in her arms, safe and sound—well, almost, she rephrased as she examined her blonde-haired partner’s body. It was like holding ice; her fingers quickly grew numb from his touch, and there was no heat to be found on any inch of his body. His mouth was held open, frozen in place along with every strand of hair on his head. The frost lightened his locks to almost a snowy white, and his skin paled substantially. His eyes were the only true sign of life that radiated from his form as she looked deep into them, almost feeling him cry out to her as a result of their downhearted reunion.

“No… no-no this… Ven—you can’t, why…” Ariannas’ words were disorganized, filled with emotion but lacked structure; it was too much to bear.

A thundering crack echoed loudly as the skies suddenly began to darken, lightning sparking briefly before the skies parted, revealing behind it an illuminate heart-shaped moon that taunted the earth below them with its radiance; mocking the desolate wasteland below, a perished desert that could do nothing but hide in shame in the presence of the moon’s beauty. Nocenarus revealed another satisfied grin on his face as he took in the sight of the ravishing apparition above him.

“What… what is that,” Ariannas muttered incoherently as the foreign scene before her took her aback with its overwhelming splendor.

“Kingdom Hearts…” her Captain sighed, panting as he looked up at the cursed sky above them. “I never thought I’d actually get to see it.”

“What are you talking about, Captain?” Ariannas asked. “What is this ‘Kingdom Hearts’? That blue moon in the sky?”

The Captain didn’t bother responding as his eyes began to glow a fierce shade of yellow. Being as fatigued as he was, it was requiring a lot more concentration than he usually needed to queue up the process. It took even more concentration to maintain it.
Ariannas looked over at her superior when her inquiry wasn’t answered, spotting the yellow glow in his eyes. “Captain, don’t tell me you’re—”

“I don’t have any other choice.”

“But in your current state, you’ll—”

“I’ll die?” he finished, before giving Ariannas a strange look.

Ariannas looked back at Ven, who remained silent, but alert as she held him in her embrace; her arms losing almost all feeling from Ven’s icy form. The situation presented itself very eloquently to Ariannas as she pondered her Captain’s statement. There was not much hope left for the three of them, and the sadder truth was that a part of her understood this inescapable reality before it started. They all did, most likely.

Many would’ve considered their fight here today as valiant and courageous; heroic even, despite a win or a loss, but fighting a losing battle was never something anyone could do with complete confidence. Not many people could enter a battle that already had certain outcome and fight with a passionate will or hope, not if the predetermined loser of the battle was none other than oneself. It’s a hard feeling to describe when one fights with the understanding that this battlefield would be the last thing they’d ever see; that this battlefield would claim their last breaths; that the beginning of the end of their future began the moment their blades crossed with their enemy’s, and that it would only be a matter of time before that enemy blade would claim their life.

However, a bright pair of yellow eyes spoke out against this fate. The light from his eyes burned into the last few pages of death’s note book, refusing to believe it until the afterlife forcefully claimed him where he stood. These were the thoughts of the brave Captain of the Chasers as he roared aimlessly into the vast sky above him, releasing an immense amount of time displacement energy that began to slowly extend outward like a ripple in the ocean, distorting the appearances of whatever it touched. Solid rock wavered like linen capes to the eyes of Ariannas and the frail-bodied Ven as they watched the environment around them lose their conventional shapes and colours, watching as these two very distinctions lost all boundary and meaning, almost as if sense and perception merged with reality and truth, becoming something completely beyond understanding.

The Captain got to his feet then, advancing closer to his two defeated comrades who lay feebly on the ground some distance away, part due to physical injury and other due to confusion of what just occurred. Ariannas only had somewhat of an idea.

“Isn’t this… the Reality Refraction Phenomenon?” Ariannas inquired.

The Captain smiled weakly. “It’s called a Reality Marble, something King Cyril passed onto me when I first became a Chaser.”

Ariannas relaxed her posture, sighing tiredly. “This is the second time I’ve seen you use it.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

Light footsteps were heard in the distance, much to the surprise of the Chasers as they turned to face the direction of the advancing stranger; only a small number of people would be able to breach the Captain’s Reality Marble.

“So… it came down to this, did it, Atticus?” a new voice spoke.

“Your Majesty,” both the Captain and Ariannas spoke. “If you’re here… then that means…”

The mouse King drooped his head. “Yes… King Cyril passed away a few moments ago.”

“Then it’s settled then,” Atticus closed his eyes, somewhat expecting the answer. “We will finish what we’ve started here. You must leave now, Your Highness.”

“I’m not going to stop you,” King Mickey stated. “Your actions are not mine to command but… there must be something a person like me can do for you.”

Atticus, the proud Captain of the Chasers smiled as he took to one knee before the Disney ruler. “There is one thing I humbly request of you, Your Majesty.”

King Mickey nodded. “What is it, Atticus?”

“Please take Kairi to the furthest end of the multiverse; erase her memories and watch over her from afar. She is our future, and holds the history of many who have lost their lives on this field because of deception and misdirected righteousness. She is all the Kingdom of Ultair has left.”

The King remained silent, keeping his distance from the three Knights. While he wished to properly see them off, hearing Atticus’ words somehow made him feel that the warriors that stood before him were far from reach, on a plane that even a King such as himself was not worthy of crossing into. Humbled by their knightly code, the King of Disney gave one last bow before taking off to fulfill the duty give to him.

The Captain glanced over at Ven’s body, watching as his eyes wandered actively about. “How is he?”

Ariannas looked back down at the young man in her arms, fighting back tears as she gripped him tighter. “I don’t think he’ll last much longer. I can feel his presence fading.”

“I only need a moment,” he replied. “I only have one thing left to say.”

Ariannas raised her head, lifting Ven upright so he too could lock eyes with their Captain. “What are your orders, Captain?”

The yellow-eyed Captain peered at Nocenarus who stood lifelessly atop the cliff, frozen in his Reality Marble.

“I have already used most of my strength to create this time distortion, but I feel my energy slipping away so it won’t last very long…” he paused to catch his breath. “While we have failed here today, our tomorrow will still be there.”

Ariannas and Ven both stared at their Captain with slight confusion.

“I want the both of you to promise that although our bodies may wither away on this blood-stained battlefield, our desires and the goal we have failed to accomplish here today will continue to live on far beyond the ever so distant future. As Chasers we have earned the responsibility to guard the peace of the multiverse, and to protect what needs to be protected. And while we have failed to protect the future this very day, let it be known to us that we will come back someday to finish what we started. Somehow, someway, our dreams will be realized and we will definitely return to make amends to the failure we have experienced today.”

Ariannas and Ven each gave a silent nod, signaling their agreement to their Captain’s final words.

“Now… Ariannas, Ventus,” Atticus looked up at Nocenarus. “Let us lift our Keyblades and give this ******* something to remember.”

Ariannas nodded as she lifted her Keyblade into the air. Ven’s arm trembled in agony as he struggled to lift his broken Keyblade into the air, but his determination pulled through as he summoned the last of his strength into the tip of his blade. Along with his two other comrades, the three Chasers combined their strength into one final attack, firing a large beam of light that shone brighter than anything the multiverse had ever seen, directly on path with Nocenarus. In the attack contained all their hopes, their dreams, their desires—and most of all, it contained their pride as Chasers, a proud organization that finally reached the end of their reign on that very battlefield.
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Right, why was the dialogue in italics instead of quotations for the first half of this? Don't worry, that's not some random lethargic mistake on my part. I took some liberty with the FMV and the fact that you couldn't see the Knights' faces when their armour was still... intact.

Basically, it's like telepathy. Italic dialogue represents telepathic communication between the Knights--and this ability is in part due to their helms, which contain mysterious properties. This ability extends beyond the helm, as Ariannas communicates with Ven even after her helm was removed.

Oh, and why Ariannas, you say? One, 'Aqua' just didn't fit her when I thought about it. I tried and tried, but I just couldn't bring myself to name her 'Aqua'. So... I changed her name. 'Aqua' will come up in another context, but for now, the names of the Knights are: Atticus, Ventus, and Ariannas. Deal with it. XD

And who the hell is Nocenarus!? The old man, that's who. His connection with Sora's Story? Will be explained in due time. Why Nocenarus? It comes from Latin. You can do the homework. =)

Hopefully you enjoyed this very-long-a$$ prologue to the second half. As before, I love and appreciate the comments and feedback you all give me, and I'm willing to answer any questions regarding the story.

A lot of the plot is still mixed around in my head without some chronological order, but I'm probably going to align them as I go along. The ideas are all in there somewhere... somehow.

Thanks again, everyone!

DarknessKingdom · Apr 29, 2007

I noticed in the paragraph where Ventus is slowly being taken out of combat by Nocenarus, you put in Roxas. -_-;

Apart from that, your description of the battle is excellent and takes the story to a whole new level.

Please continue.

Roxas- · Apr 29, 2007

"Let's give this ******* something to remember." Oh, that was fantastical.

I know this is mean, but I'm going to annoy the hell out of you until you put up chapter 12. I'm really sorry, but I have to.

Soushirei · Apr 29, 2007

DarknessKingdom said: ↑

I noticed in the paragraph where Ventus is slowly being taken out of combat by Nocenarus, you put in Roxas. -_-;

Apart from that, your description of the battle is excellent and takes the story to a whole new level.

Please continue.
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XD. I knew I would do something like that eventually. Thanks for the heads up, I'll go change that now.

Thanks, both of you. XD It's been a while since someone's responded to my chapters under 24 hours.

draik88 · Apr 29, 2007

...It's been so long, but the wait was WELL worth it!

Amazing description of the FMV! The enitre flow of it was really well written, and I loved the way your wrote out the battle scenes! I can't wait to find out where you're going with your ideas. Hope you post the next chapter soon!

HOSPITAL STAT! · Apr 30, 2007

Haha, I accomplished absolutely NOTHING in HTML class today because I was so busy reading your story, chapters 9, 10 and 11 XD I guess that's to some extent my fault, but I'm putting the blame entirely on you because your work is SO f-cking good. How the bloody hell do you write like that...? Wtf! Those battle scenes were truly amazing it blew me away.

The more I read this, the more I'm totally curious to know where you're going about with Kairi ~ I hope the next chapter will focus more on her mysterious case! :3

To wrap this up, in chap 10, I wanted to thank ya for giving Zack an appearance! *__* (*fav FF character*) it was a total shock that totally took me by surprise - I never saw that one coming XD *sigh of happiness*

Awesome going man! Keep up the great work! <3

PS -

Why Nocenarus? It comes from Latin. You can do the homework. =)
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Serve the dumbasses please? ...T__T

kitty_mckechnie · Apr 30, 2007

I'm sorry but i only have time to read the Prologue so far, n' i have to say i'm really enjoy it. It's well laid out which makes it easy to read, n' is easy on the eyes & the detail of it is superb.
I'm only sad that i never read this before. I can't wait to read the rest, keep up the great work. :D

Soushirei · Apr 30, 2007

Thanks, draik88, StupidAquarius, kitty_mckechnie!

=) I'm glad you enjoyed it--and hopefully will continue to enjoy it.

Serve the dumbasses please? ...T__T
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XDD Aww.. 'Nocenarus' coming from 'Nocen', which is Latin for "bad, evil, wicked" etc. ;p

JellyBeing · Apr 30, 2007

Chapter 11 one word to describe it... AH-MAZING!!!

I've been waiting for the next half! And it came... and it was fantastic! :D

XIIIHearts · May 3, 2007

I can't even find words to describe how AMAZING every single chapter has been. The way your able to describe the battle scenes is awesome. I can't wait for the next chapter.
Keep up the incredible work!

Soushirei · May 8, 2007

Well, here's Chapter 12. It's mostly a 'textbook' chapter as there isn't a lot of talking, but a whole lot of background info that is important to know for the future. As such, this chapter also is slightly shorter than the average length (this one's around 4,000 words instead of the average 5,500).

I didn't particularly like how this came out, but for now it'll have to do. It may or may not be changed when I review it before its final release on FF.net

Hope you enjoy it anyway!

- Chapter Twelve -

The tapping of Sora’s fingers on one of the cherry wood tables resonated loudly from the acoustics of the Radiant Garden Library. The young brunette stared idly at the analog clock posted on the wall across from him, eyeing the second hand as it ticked methodically around the gadget’s circumference. After the long hand struck the three, signaling the arrival of 3:15PM, the first thought that crossed Sora’s mind was that the beginning of day three since their escape from the End of the World had just arrived. Of course, considering the fact that the Key Bearer was unconscious during the entire escape, and the fact that no one looked at their watch (granted if any of them was wearing one) the moment they stepped foot back into the outskirts, his deduction of the current time wasn’t entirely accurate. However, the significance behind the noted ‘3:15PM’ lay in the fact that it was the time that Sora saw on his digital clock when he first awoke in one of the stay-rooms of Merlin’s Study.

He was out for an entire day, or so a very enthused Kairi told him when his attention was drawn to the other side of the bed. Riku and Cloud had returned back to Midgar to continue the errand Cloud had set out to complete, and King Mickey had returned to his Kingdom, after being promised by Leon that he and Yuffie would fill in for him. Testimonies about unnaturally long amounts of sleep were slowly starting to become commonplace to the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee. After a quick reflection of all the past occurrences since the commencement of their mission, the thought of being unconscious for a day was hardly a reason to raise an eyebrow of concern. And Sora had to agree of course, being the record holder for the longest time among the group so far.

However, a three-day hiatus of no progression was not the biggest problem on Sora’s mind as he turned his head to gaze aimlessly outside one of the library windows, watching a single spring robin flutter by. All possible amounts of embarrassment and shame directed itself toward another matter that had troubled the seventeen-year-old protagonist for quite some time.

“Sora?” a soft voice called out to him.

The Key Bearer slouched his chin on one of his palms as he tilted his head drearily at his visitor. “Yes, Kairi?”

The crimson-haired Princess fidgeted as she stood, somewhat intimidated by his apathetic expression; it wasn’t one he wore often. “Are you hungry? You didn’t show up for brunch this morning.”

“I accidentally slept in, I’m sorry,” Sora faked a yawn.

Kairi advanced slowly toward the sitting brunette, timidly hiding her hands behind her back. She bent forward slightly. “… Can I make you something?”

Sora shook his head quietly. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“I see…” Kairi muttered, mostly to herself. This wasn’t going well, she thought.

In truth, Kairi hadn’t originally planned to visit Sora in the library. She was simply the victim of a pointing-fingers contest that went on at the Postern when the Restoration Committee tried to decide who would be the one to check up on the dejected Keyblade Master. Roxas had been surprisingly unhelpful on the matter and Yuffie and Aerith continually insisted that Kairi take the initiative. ‘You two are close, aren’t you?’ was the most popular justification she was awarded with. Leon simply went along with the majority to avoid trouble—and Yuffie’s incessant nagging if he disagreed. Cid actually volunteered for the role initially, much to the surprise of everyone present. That was until the engineer pounded his fists and promised to ‘alleviate his stress’. His offer was immediately withdrawn after that. The circumstances had eventually declared Kairi the perfect candidate for the job.

“We’re having another group meeting outside,” Kairi looked off to the side nervously. “And well… it’d be great if you could join us.”

Sora closed his eyes, somewhat expecting—although unhappy—that to be the real reason she had visited him. Kairi was never the type of person who could willingly approach him when he was in one of these moods: melancholy and unmotivated. These occurrences were quite a rarity for the Key Bearer to have that it was no wonder than Kairi hadn’t developed a way to deal with it.

“I’ll be right there,” came Sora’s soft reply. Although his statement suggested immediacy, the Key Bearer remained motionless in his seat, eyes still closed.

Kairi took the gesture in good faith as she turned slowly toward the entrance from which she came. She remained there for a few moments, her gaze resting on a nearby bookshelf as she continued to think about the boy she had been worrying about for the past few days. It was so unlike him, she thought.

“Sora?” Kairi asked almost in a whisper.

“Yes?” came the reply.

Kairi started on her way to the exit. “Try not to worry about it…”

Sora offered her no response as he heard her steps fade into the distance before finally hearing the library doors thud as Kairi closed them behind her.

It was easier said than done, Sora thought. It was hard not to worry when something so integral to the young brunette’s life seemed to vanish without notice.

It only took Sora a few hours to notice it after he gained consciousness. After seeing Roxas in the flesh for the very first time, along with the painful recollections of their encounter with Nemas, Sora dismissed himself from Merlin’s Study to take a long walk around the town to gather his thoughts together. He even rejected Kairi’s invitation to keep him company—much to the dismay of the young Princess. Sora had developed a habit of leisurely summoning his Keyblade when he was in private; it helped him organize his thoughts, as a lot of them had to do with his experiences as the Key Bearer and the many mysteries behind the Keyblade that had yet to be answered.

However, on this particular walk down the streets of Radiant Garden, Sora found he could no longer summon the Keyblade. And because the Keyblade held so much importance, and played an integral part in Sora’s life, losing this ability easily stirred an unimaginable riot within the young teenager’s mind. ‘Why’, was the simplest response to sum up the plethora of emotions than ran through Sora at that particular moment. Among these included were confusion, denial, fear, shame, and disappointment. Eventually, Sora came to a striking conclusion about the matter when he realized that the only major occurrence before he lost his ability to wield the Keyblade was Roxas’ appearance. It became clear that Roxas seemed to be the embodiment of the part of Sora that the Keyblade was affiliated with, at least that was what the Key Bearer had discerned. If Roxas were any other Nobody, Sora could’ve accepted this truth without much worry or concern. But Sora had never considered the Roxas he knew as an empty shell that served no other purpose than to contain Sora’s being. To him, Roxas was a completely different person, a being with his own mind, his own thoughts and his own dreams. Sora never once felt it was fair for Roxas to suffer the fate he did, but he also respected that it was Roxas’ choice.

Taking Roxas’ sacrifice into consideration, and his explanation for his inability to summon the Keyblade, Sora couldn’t help but feel humbled given the present circumstances. It made him feel like he was the one who was merely an empty shell, and had no real significance as the Key Bearer. Perhaps, Sora thought, he was only able to wield the Keyblade because he was the other half of Roxas.

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“He’s not coming,” Cid crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“What did he say, Kairi?” Yuffie asked worriedly.

“He said he’d be right out,” Kairi bit her bottom lip, unconvinced.

“I’m afraid we have no time,” Roxas started. “It was already a gamble to wait for Sora to gain consciousness before I explain everything to you. I reluctantly agreed to your request to give Sora an extra day to recuperate, but we can’t deter any longer.”

“But Sora is the Key Bearer, shouldn’t we—” Kairi began.

“I will talk to Sora myself later, but for now it’s more important that you, Kairi, are completely debriefed on our current status. Nemas must’ve gotten out of the End of the World by now, and given a critical error that I couldn’t avoid, I’m almost certain Nemas has been enlightened on our situation.”

“What the hell are you blabbering on about,” Cid threw his hands into the air.

Roxas took a deep breath, sparing a moment to look at Leon and Yuffie who nodded at him with approval. The blonde-haired teenager then kept a fixed stare on Kairi before shoving both hands into his pockets, leaning to one side before opening his mouth to speak. It would seem he would have to start from the very beginning.

It was said that the Kingdom Key was the very first Keyblade in existence, and that its very first owner was a young traveling merchant named Alderich. Alderich came upon the Kingdom Key as he was trekking through an old mountain path on his way toward the Capital City of Ultair, the central city of trade for the entire nation, as well as the homeland of the Aquinos Royal Family. The Kingdom Key was found bounded between two edges of rock, and appeared beaten and worn from many evident years of neglect. Alderich decided to pick the Kingdom Key from its resting place and bring it into the city. Given the distance between where he found the Kingdom Key and Ultair, Alderich assumed there would be people in the city that knew what such an artifact was, and perhaps he could fetch a pretty penny for it before setting up a shop in the streets.

Unfortunately, no one in Ultair knew what the Kingdom Key was or what it did. After several days without success, Alderich eventually kept the Kingdom Key to himself. While at first the young merchant was uninterested in the artifact, he eventually became drawn to it, making many efforts to refurbish the blade in his spare time when his sales were low. Eventually he discovered its ability to open locks of any kind when he accidentally dropped the tip of the blade on a safety chest that contained some of his weekly profits. This realization slowly prodded at the flaws of humanity as Alderich slowly succumbed to the temptation of petty theft to make some extra money for himself. These crimes were small and insignificant at first, but Alderich’s greed eventually raised the stakes and seduced him to tackle more valuable treasures that increased in difficulty to obtain. It was only a matter of time before the young merchant was caught due to his inexperience. After being apprehended, and the authorities realized that the Kingdom Key was what made it possible for Alderich to bypass some of the Kingdom’s most secure gold-safe establishments. After realizing this success had been because of the Kingdom Key, it was promptly stripped of his possession. More secrets were uncovered after authorities discovered that Alderich had murdered several guards during some of his escapades, crimes that consequently put him to death by guillotine. As for the fate of the Kingdom Key, it was sent off to research to discover just how Alderich had managed to utilize its lock-opening powers.

To answer this question, the Ultairian Kingdom handed the Keyblade to their friends to the East, a population of sorcery-practicing individuals collectively known as the Mage Society, for investigation. Unlike Ultair, which was ruled by a single monarch, the Mage Society was a nation that possessed a council that made most of the decisions, including the decision to take in the Kingdom Key for investigation. It was only within the hands of this ancient civilization that mankind came to understand the true power of the Keyblade. Alderich, an individual who didn't possess any magical lineage wasn't able to discover that the Keyblade was able to perform unimaginable tasks, such as powerful magic and sorcery along with its ability to close and open any kind of lock or seal. Eventually, the Mage Society came to understand that the Keyblade had the ability to forge pathways between other worlds and other dimensions—knowledge within itself that changed mankind’s perception of the world. As time went by, the Mage society was able to hone the art of using the Kingdom Key in many respects, and finally presented their results to the present King of Ultair. Being a proud and somewhat ostentatious race, the Mage Society claimed that they were able to replicate artifacts like the Kingdom Key and imbue them with the same mystical properties along with the ability to perform powerful magic. It was concluded from this possibility that even normal humans, those without magical powers could wield what the Mage Society coined as the ‘Keyblade’ and in essence, gain the same power as they did.

Naturally, there were many among the Mage Society that were against this idea, saying producing such things for the Ultairian Kingdom would induce chaos and bring ruin and slander to the privilege of being a Dreamweaver, or so they called themselves. This argument led to the eventual divide of the Mage Society, two distinct factions—one that was against employing Mage-empowered Keyblades, and the other that was for it. After the disputes became more and more unstable, with several council members from entire end of the spectrum butting heads furiously during each meeting, the first faction abandoned the order of the Mage Society and proceeded to exile themselves from the nation, hiding themselves away from the rest of civilization altogether. Without ever communicating with any nation around them, and never showing their faces to the rest of the world, the faction overtime seemed to vanish completely off the face of existence.

Back at the Kingdom of Ultair, the way of the Keyblade was becoming a very popular division among the ranks of Ultair, and eventually spread across to other cities. Despite the uprising popularity, it still required an exceptionally gifted individual and a great deal of hard work and determination. For the general public, becoming a Keyblader was one of the highest honours one could achieve, as not everyone was chosen for the task. Despite this, Ultair eventually possessed the largest army of Keybladers that the worlds had ever seen and proclaimed themselves the Origin world of the Keyblade.

Overtime, through deeper research, the ability of world travel with simply the Keyblade as a medium became a possibility, however this was only something achievable by the most talented of Keyblade users. With this, it seemed the Keyblade would only continued to thrive.

It would only be a matter of time until the world became aware of the lost faction of the Mage Society that was thought to had disappeared. These proud Dreamweavers slowly began to further develop their skills with a strong desire to once again distinguish themselves as users of magic and sorcery. It was in their isolated training that they discovered and perfected what would later be coined as the Reality Refraction Phenomenon. With this new discovery, they once again set themselves apart from the Kingdom of Ultair, and achieved something they felt could not be imitated. Such an advancement couldn’t go undetected by the Ultairian Kingdom as they quickly became aware of these new developments within the faction, but they didn't think much of it; they never considered the Dreamweavers their enemy and similarly, the Dreamweavers never had the intention of interfering with the affairs of Ultair.

Little did anyone know that the night before Alderich's execution, he made a pact with an Fallen spirit by the name of Nocenarus who appeared to him in his jail cell, claiming that he would 'show him the truth of the world' in exchange for his existence. Bent by curiosity, and the fact that he would eventually be executed the following morning, Alderich agreed to such a bargain without a moment’s hesitation. Nocenarus showed his gratitude and disappeared into the dark corner of the jail cell. The first part of his plan was complete.

Alderich's execution that took place the following morning, although a tragic day, marked the awareness of the existence of the Keyblades, and started a new movement and a major advancement in human civilization. It marked the evolution of mankind as it caused both the creation of the Dreamweavers as they are described in scripture and the birth of Keybladers.

It was at this moment that a frustrated Cid Highwind let out an impatient grunt in response to the story that was unfolding before him.

“Just what does any of this have to do with Nemas! Or anything that happened that day!” came Cid’s rebuttal.

Roxas was about to counter the older engineer’s insolence with a rebuttal of his own until a certain Gunblade wielder stepped in front to stop Roxas’ advance.

“I’ll take it from here, Roxas,” Leon stated.

Roxas paused momentarily before complying with Leon’s request. He would eventually agree that stepping out of the limelight was a good decision to make. Roxas’ memories were still somewhat incomplete, and highly unreliable when it came to explaining the events that occurred toward the end of the story that he needed to finish. It was probably a wiser decision to hand off the responsibility to Leon, someone who most likely could explain the latter half of the story in finer detail than he could.

Kairi listened carefully as she directed her attention toward Leon and Yuffie as they turned to her with a certain seriousness in their eyes.

Fifty years would come to pass since the events of Alderich and the birth of Keybladers and the Reality Refraction Phenomenon. At this time, the Kingdom of Ultair had developed drastically since coming under the rule of His Majesty, King Cyril the III. This time period gained significance because of King Cyril's drastic change to the philosophy of the Kingdom—one in particular being his movement to win back the trust and establish new bonds between the Ultair Kingdom and the lost faction of the Dreamweavers. Much of King Cyril’s belief in this matter could be attributed to his history, as his mother was one of the Dreamweavers who defected from the Mage Society to live with his father, a courageous Keyblader of Noble blood who served under the Ultarian King at the time. Consequently, being half Dreamweaver, half Ultairian, Cyril was born with an incredible affinity for magic, but grew up around the culture of the Keyblade. Thus, as he grew older, his philosophy of uniting both grew stronger and stronger, and he eventually reached out to the lost faction. While this gained some scrutiny among his advisors, the adamant King Cyril remained encouraged to unite with the lost faction.

A woman named Renalyn, a childhood friend of Cyril’s, headed the Lost Faction at the time. During the days when the Mage Society and Ultair were still on good terms, Renalyn and Cyril—two individuals who came from independently noble families—would often play together while their parents were in conferences or met together for political dinners. They eventually lost touch after Renalyn left with the Dreamweavers—as her parents were part of the faction that wished to lose all ties with Ultair—but as the fates would have it, when both became the leaders of their respective nations, the thought of reunion was one that they both wished to pursue. While she wished to meet with Cyril on the matter in hopes of making that dream a reality, the older generations of Dreamweavers—as well as the younger ones whose opinions were naturally shaped by their parents—looked upon Cyril's request as a greedy King's desire to once again learn the secrets of their culture, more particularly the Reality Refraction Phenomenon, and have a repeat of the Keyblade epidemic that caused them to split in the first place. With both nations pressuring their leaders, the negotiations failed miserably and both King Cyril and Renalyn were unable to meet.

In the midst of this period of conflict from within national borders, suspicious attacks began to appear on both Dreamweaver soil and within the Kingdom of Ultair. The attacks on Ultair were reported to be by a cloaked individual who was dressed in a robe that resembled much of what the Mage Society used to wear during their visits to Ultairian territory. Every one of the high officials except the King believed that the attack was a direct declaration of war on them by the Dreamweavers. Similarly, the same conclusion was derived when the Dreamweavers reported a mysterious soldier who wielded a weapon that looked like a Keyblade, attacked their village unannounced, killing a Dreamweaver family as a result. The council members of the Dreamweavers were outraged, saying it was a direct insinuation of war by the Ultairian Kingdom for the repetitive refusal of the King's many requests for their audience.

King Cyril tried to enter negotiations to explain that the attack was not from their Kingdom nor was it a reflection of their nation’s intention to go to war with the Dreamweavers, but the majority of his own people had already begun to get drawn into the idea of war once another attack from the 'Dreamweaver-dressed' individual occured within their borders.

Feeling that the situation was becoming desperately out of hand, it was then in secret that King Cyril created the Chasers Organization, a top-secret organization that reported directly to the King on orders that only he is authorized to give. The organization was comprised of Ultair's best Keybladers, qualified to lead and command all of the Keyblade armies within Ultair. Their jurisdiction surpassed all the ranks of the military, and had the authorization to override commands and directives administered by any high officials. Such a position would naturally be appointed to a man named Atticus, King Cyril's long-time best friend and comrade in-arms. As the first member, Atticus was also made the Captain of the Chaser's Organization. It was also worth noting that besides the King, Atticus was the only one who could enlist members into the group. There would eventually be seven in total appointed to this organization.

Kairi balled her fists then, her ability to suppress her pent up emotions reaching its limit; all of this information seemed pointless to her, although the facts in themselves seemed to be of great importance to the events that were to follow. However, because of Roxas’ urgency for time and her own insecurities with Sora’s current condition, her tolerance for such a long history lesson was almost inexistent. For the first time, Kairi found herself agreeing with Cid’s prior outburst and felt that if there was something that was more relevant and more important to know, there was no reason to prolong it. Surely they could explain the rest of the story later?

“Leon, Roxas, I’m sorry,” Kairi sighed as she let out an exhausted sigh. “Can you please just tell me what any of this has to do with me?”

Roxas, Leon and Yuffie exchanged glances of hesitation as they fidgeted briefly where they stood, not exactly sure how to respond.

Both Roxas and Leon had to admit that part of the reason why they kept on with their elaborate storytelling was because they simply didn’t know how to bring up the topic that needed to be discussed. They had hoped that a some point during their explanation, an opportunity would present itself to bring up the topic of Kairi’s connection to everything—however, such an occasion came unexpectedly after Kairi forced the conversation back on track.

“Kairi,” Roxas scratched the back of his head, feeling slightly flustered.

“What is it?” Kairi pleaded.

“King Cyril… was your father,” Leon finished.
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Luke *gas mask* ... I am your father! Rawr!

To be honest, I had to place all of this somewhere, and that's only about half of what needs to be explained (It still doesn't answer what led up the events of Birth by Sleep, no?) Those details will be discussed later.

For now, I felt it was best to end it here. I hope you all enjoyed it regardless.

HOSPITAL STAT! · May 9, 2007

(Eeeek I'm the first to post x3)

What a pleasant surprise, I wasn't expecting such a quicky update! <3

Bits and pieces are finally starting to fall into place! Waaah awesome chapter, even though it was just a history lesson. (lol until the end anyway xD) IT STILL ROCKS! You rule this section with your story by far.

A little question kinda popped up on the way, and I apologise if I missed a scene or something that explains this, but how does Roxas know about Kairi's past? >_>;;;

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