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Prologue
How had things ever managed to get so horrifically off balance?
There were supposed to be three keybearers, always. Now one was in a permanent sleep. Another had fallen to darkness. The masters were dead, missing, powerless. Unable to do anything to avert the coming horror.
Now, there was only one keybearer left. The lone woman.
Destiny, it seemed, always proclaimed she would be the one to endure when all else was falling apart. The balance of light and darkness had to be maintained, and at this juncture, darkness far outweighed the light.
She didn't want to, but she knew she had to fight.
Her Keyblade appeared in her hand, and in the cavernous hall, she charged for her fallen comrade.
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This is a sequel to the fanfic Paths of Our Fathers. It is recommended you read it to understand what's going on in this story, though it is not entirely necessary, as many flashbacks will be included in the narrative.