The Origin of Heroes
By: C&P
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the KH/FF/Disney/etc. characters/stuff. I only own the OC's, except for Selene, who was made by my friend. This disclaimer applies to the entire fic.
Summary: Xemnas is dead, but the Darkness isn't gone. It never will be, for Light cannot exist without it, and vice versa. There will always be a need for champions of Light – but what happens when the heroes fall?
Author's Note: This is a slightly AU KH III story, taking place post-KH II. There will be many flashbacks to previous events. SPOILERS for anyone who hasn't finished all the games. Well, I haven't finished all of CoM but I know what happens. And yeah, I know KH III is really supposed to be pre-KH one, but WHO CARES.
Please R&R!! Constructive criticism is WELCOME. Flames are not.
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Chapter I: Return
The streets were quiet and empty; no one had come this way in nearly a year. The sun never showed its yellow face in this world because there was no sun. Nothing grew here; everything was concrete and steel. The buildings were dark save a few, which were lit up by the electrical signs attached to them. The only natural light came from the stars, unhindered in their display by clouds. A single castle floated above a great crater that was situated in the very center of the deserted city, its white walls gleaming in the fake light of the city. The castle was deserted as well, its halls and rooms empty and silent.
The great battle that had taken place in and above the city had destroyed much of what had been here, but some unknown magic had restored the entire world to the way it was before the battle. It was as if no one had ever stepped foot on this quiet world.
But they had, and they would soon again.
Atop the highest tower of the castle stood a perfectly symmetrical platform, an altar of sorts. A long staircase wound its way around the tower and into the castle. It was on this platform that he appeared.
The man was cloaked and hooded, unaware that many had come before dressed similarly. How the man had come to this place, he was not sure. All he could remember was Darkness and Nothingness. How long he had spent in that dark place, he did not know. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to find something familiar. He did not, and so he looked into his own mind. Flashes of events past were jumbled all over his mind; he could discern nothing from them. The time he had spent locked away must've muddled his memories, making them weak and blurry. The man shook his head, as if to make sense of everything.
The man raised his face to look up at the stars. He smiled – a familiar sight. Something he had known in the past, something that would always be there – other worlds. A feeling raced through his heart and mind, a feeling he had not felt in ages. He wanted to rule those worlds, to become the leader of them. And he knew how, but, after all that time in the Darkness, could he still possess the power he needed? There was only one way to find out.
The man lowered his face and closed his eyes, searching within himself for that little nudge of power that he'd had since he had been Chosen – the power linking him to the Darkness. Gently he called on it, letting the energy course through his body. He felt young again, though he doubted that he looked like he was supposed to. When he had marshaled enough power, the man let it loose, summoning his one true servant. And it came – when the man opened his eyes, his servant was before him, though in a different form this time. More humanoid than the last, if he could remember rightly. The man smiled.
"Come," he said to his servant of the Darkness. "We have much to do." And together they descended the stairs of the castle.
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Yeah, I know it's really short, but I figured this chapter was more of a prologue than anything. The next chapter will hopefully be longer and much better, seeing as I couldn't do much with this one without giving you too much information.