Standard Disclaimer: This universe belongs to Disney and Square-Enix…I am not them…you figure out the rest.
AN: This is a ficlet done for one of those random song memes where you put your music player on shuffle and write a drabble/ficlet based on the songs so…yeah. This is one of the four I'm posting.
:Of Dust and Nations:
(Thrice)
Thrice- Of Dust and Nations
He stared down at the glinting metal in his hand; pulsing with life, glowing with power. As he stood surveying the chaos that spread out before him, he couldn't help but wonder what it all had been for. The endless battles, the senseless violence, all of the pain and suffering of so many had led to...this.
Barren. Empty. Dead.
A sea of sand, the blades of the fallen protruding up from the land, reaching to the stars, seeking a true champion.
The King had stood as guardian and watchman for endless generations. With his eyes he had witnessed the rise and fall of countless Keybladers, yet the door had yet to open. Darkness continued to rein throughout the worlds. Scores of warriors had taken up magic and steel in an attempt to protect the light, but it was painfully clear that something was still missing.
The Blade alone was not enough.
After this final battle, it was clear that the power needed to be consolidated. The mind of the Keyblade was at work already...searching...seeking. The hearts of those lost here lived on, their spirits traversing the space between worlds. They would settle somewhere, drawn to a place where their strength could grow. The Blade would be watching, and someday, one would be chosen. One with a heart that burned like the stars, one with a will to rival the blackest depths of darkness...one who would be able to open the door to light.
The King would be watching until that day, waiting diligently to take up his post as guide and guardian.
Perhaps then, at last this war could end.