Disclaimer: I don't own anything Final Fantasy related in this story. They all belong to Square-Enix. This story is the only thing I own.

So let's begin, shall we?

Just everything has a beginning, it all has an end as well. Where, or rather, when this all began, millions of years had gone by. The universe had been around for a very long time, and the era of gods was at its greatest. Alongside Heaven and Hell, there existed three large worlds outside the gods realm, all nestled in-between the giant space between Heaven and Hell. The planets names were Gaia, Cocoon, and Pulse. The gods had created the fal'cie, machine and godlike entities formed around magical crystals, to rule over the worlds of Cocoon and Pulse. While the fal'cie did that, the gods would rule over Gaia. For many millenniums, it seemed like an eternal peace that would never be disturbed. However... that is until one day, the heart of Astroth, the God of War, Destruction, and Chaos, turned even more dark and malevolent than it ever had before. He was tired of being a lower god than Balthazar, who was the God of the Sky, Creation, and Light. Balthazar was also the first, most powerful, and ruler of the gods.

Astroth had gone into a berserk rage, and rampaged through Heaven, massacring all the other gods, and leaving a bloody deicide in his wake. He had finally reached Balthazar, and demanded Heaven's Throne. Of course, Balthazar refused, and the two engaged each other in an intense fight to the death. The City of Heaven lay in ruin because their fight's ferocity and intense force, ravaging the city in its entirety. Soon, the two gods were on their last legs, standing across from each other with serious wounds; their blood staining the ground around them. "Just die and give me the throne!" Astroth demanded.

"I would sooner die than let an insane monster like you rule over everything!" Balthazar spat in response.

"Then die!" Astroth shouted as he reached behind his back and pulled out three decorative knives. He threw the weapons at an extremely fast speed towards Balthazar. Since he was weakened at the moment, Balthazar wasn't able to stop or dodge them, and the knives went straight into his chest. Since he was a god, normal weapons had no effect on him, but these knives were different. Balthazar let out a cry of pain as electricity suddenly shot out from his chest, wracking his entire body with a burning pain. The source of the electricity were the weapons themselves. Balthazar almost fell to his knees, but quickly rested the tip of his sword against the ground to keep himself from falling .

Balthazar realized what the weapons were as he clutched his chest with is left hand. "Th-These are-!"

"Yes, holy blades," Astroth answered with a victorious smirk, "They're very effective weapons, even on a god as powerful as you." Astroth then turned and went off to Heaven't Throne to claim his prize.

"I can't let him get away with this!" Balthazar thought. With some struggle, Balthazar managed to forcefully pushed himself to his feet. He pushed his sword further into the ground to keep himself standing better. Balthazar quickly removed the holy blades from his chest, and quickly pulled something out from one of his pockets. It was the White Materia, his only option left to stop Astroth.

"Please, Gaia, offer me your strength. He cannot be allowed to have that power. I must stop him no matter what, but I need your help to do it. So I beg of you, please! LEND ME YOUR POWER!"

Balthazar mental pleas reached the White materia, and Gaia responded to Balthazar's call. The White Materia's color turned from white to green, and a bright light shined from the green orb as it floated into the air. A stream of green energy shot out from the materia and hit Astroth in the back.

"Wh-What the-!" Astroth exclaimed in shock as he turned to see the energy stream had stopped his movements. The energy stream began pulling Astroth towards the materia, as another stream of green energy came out and hit Balthazar's chest.

"I won't let you have Heaven's Throne, no matter what it takes!" Balthazar declared.

"What are you doing?-!" Astroth grunted as he was being pulled backwards, "What is this?-!"

"The end of.. all this." Balthazar answered as his body was surrounded by a white aura. He reached up and placed his pointer and middle fingers on the White Materia, which caused the materia to glow brighter. The energy being released increased,and Astroth was drawn to it even faster than before. Balthazar had realized at that point, that not just Astroth's, but his own power and existence were too dangerous because of how immensely strong they are.

"Let me go now, Balthazar!" Astroth roared.

"Not a chance, Balthazar retorted, "Now both of us will disappear from existence. For the sake of the new world that is to come!" Balthazar's entire body was now shining white.

"Damn you, Balthazar!" Astroth cursed, "I swear on my eternal existence; I will return! And I will rule EVERYTHING!"

Those were Astroth's last words of that time period, before his body was shrouded by white energy as well. The result soon after was a massive explosion of light, which illuminated the entire realm. When the light cleared, Astroth was gone, but Balthazar was on the ground, and in bad condition.

His body was now ghostly translucent due to the explosion. Slowly, but surely, his body began to disappear into a particle matter. A black orb covered by a violet flame floated near Balthazar. It was the soul of Astroth. Suddenly, two small oval shaped crystals landed on the ground in front of Balthazar. One of them was white and the other one was black. A white orb, covered with a darker white flame, exited out of Balthazar's dying body. It was his soul. The soul of light then flew up next to Astroth's soul. The two souls were hovering above the crystals, and began to shine brightly, as if they were reacting to the crystals.

The souls began to reshape themselves, until they formed two, single-edged, twin swords, which were also black and white like the crystals. The white sword's guard had a white angel wing on the both sides, with a small oval shaped hole in the middle of the guard that was the same size and shape of the crystals, and there was an opening in the bottom of the hilt. The other sword was the same, except for the wings and sword's color being black. Along with the swords and crystals, dropped a red and blue amulet.

With Balthazar's last ounce of strength, he used his magic on the items, and they were scattered all across the three worlds, never to be found and used for evil purposes. At least that's what he was hoping for. "Even if you do return somehow," Balthazar groaned, his life now at its end, "I'll make sure my descendant, and everyone else's descendants defeat you. They will find each other, unite, and stop you once and for all." With his time as a god-king over, Balthazar's body went limp. He completely disappeared into a large stream particles, which blew away into the wind. This act would always be remembered by the people of the planets. Balthazar would forever be known as the god-king who had given his life to save the universe.

The story of Balthazar and Astroth was known by many, and was passed down from generations as the time periods passed. The relative location of the two swords was known. The white sword, forged from Balthazar's soul, is called the Lark Blade. It's said to be sealed somewhere in the world of Cocoon. As for the black sword, which is forged from Astroth's soul, it is called the Nightingale blade, and it is said to be sealed somewhere in the Forgotten City, on Gaia. As for the crystals and the amulets, it wasn't known where they were. The four had disappeared from the worlds, and hadn't been seen since the time they were forged and scattered. That is until now.

Rumors have spread that the two crystals are actually sealed inside of two people. As to whom those people are, it hasn't been revealed yet. However, whoever those two people might be, they may as well consider themselves to be cursed. After all, the suffering they're about to experience may be too much for them to endure, or who knows, maybe too much for humanity to endure.

And so it begins.

But the beginning of what?

The beginning of a tomorrow?

Or the beginning of the end?

There's only one thing that can determine that…

The blades of possibility that cleave a path to the future.

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