Prologue
When I first awakened, I saw the Moon. And he told me my name.
-Xion Keystone
Tsar Lunar watched sadly from his home the moon as the two youths fought before him, the girl inwardly fighting for her friend to cease her existence.
He remembers these Nobodies; they came to his realm often, eating ice cream on the clock tower.
He remembers the blonde boy, the one carrying the fractured heart, the incomplete Nobody, when he began learning from the others of the Organization.
He remembers the redhead, the one who took the blonde in and began their tradition at the clock tower.
He remembers when the blonde brought the empty child to his world, how he began filling her with life and brought her into their little tradition.
He remembers how they joked and grew hearts in one another's presences.
He remembers their conversations, their arguments.
He remembers when the blonde one began collapsing when his Somebody began losing his memories and the black-haired one began to drain him.
He remembers when the black-haired one fled to his world in fear to discover the truth of her existence from the Nobody of memories.
He remembers when the red-haired one had 'retrieved' her, bringing her back to the ones that formed her existence.
It was truly sad that their friendships had to turn out this way.
The existence of a Nobody always ends with sorrow.
The tears collect as the blonde defeats his friend.
Tsar Lunar truly will mourn the passing of the Nobodies.
The tears begin to spill over as the blonde's memories begin to fade; disappearing like shapes in the fog.
He watches brokenly as the black-haired one falls, accepting her fate to fade back into the Keyblade wielder's memories.
He watches with compassion as her form begins to crystallize and disappear, leaving the one she considered her friend and brother.
He watches as the blonde one leaves, his own heart telling to fulfill her final request.
No, he decides, straightening, she will not end here. She will not end in sorrow with no one to mourn her death in the end. After all, she was just a child, and children were under his protection.
He retrieves her small growing heart, so confused with the memories of one who created her existence that it began accepting them as its own, and begins removing those memories, sending them back to where they came.
He smiles softly as the fledgling heart formed a connection with him.
Yes, she should do very well with Lunar's Guide, he surmised. Her heart is young and strong.
He then paused, a thought passing through his mind, and then gently frowned.
She will have no memories, nor will anyone any of her. In untangling the chains of memory so deeply embedded in her heart, he had to separate her into her own being, to make her completely her own.
He didn't want her to feel bitter, like young Jack.
Her heart began to pulse in his hands
He started, surprised by the sudden action taken by the young heart.
He felt her pull on the connections not completely severed.
No, he thought to himself, a smile returning to his face, she will never be completely alone. Of that he was sure.
The Twilight Town train station was silent as a black haired girl opened her eyes, clothed in a knee-length dress with a startling resemblance to the Organization cloak, grey leggings and black-silver sandals. The girl looked around, confused.
"Where am I?" she said to herself, and then looked down to look at herself.
Then suddenly looked up at the night sky in instinct, staring straight up at the luminous full moon "And who am I?"
Xion
"What?" the girl spun around, trying to find the source of the voice.
Good luck,
"Who are you?" She looked around wildly, why did it say that name?
May you have good fortune Xion Keystone…
She suddenly froze in realization, it was her name
… Lady of the Night.