A war or series of battles based off of a disagreement or multiple disagreements from more than one or the same religion or belief, or perhaps the shunning of a religion or belief, otherwise known as a Crusade. This type of war occured many times in the past, but due to the worlds being separated, no individual person believed that soon, a new Crusade would break out, one that would send warriors of light, those who wanted a future of light, of peace, of communication, against the warriors of darkness, the remaining heartless and nobodies accumilated in every single world.
This series of battles, better known as a war, would be held in the new world or zone near Hollow Bastion, Mountain of Hope, which was formed from the remains of Hollow Bastion's ruins. With the absence of the Organization now implemented, the world's residents, Yuffie, Cloud, Leon, Cid, Aerith, and others are able to rebuild it, but with the ever growing threat of the war entering Hollow Bastion from the not-so-far Mountain of Hope.
Now, a lone child seeks enlightenment from the depths of Hollow Bastion, hoping the find the darkness on which he can feed upon, and nourish his empty heart and soul...
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"There is the boy..." A female voice remarked, pointing to a mirror hanging on the wall. It depicted a boy standing at the large gates of a castle. The boy had short, spikey, silver hair, and sharp, dark blue eyes, which seemed to pierce through the door. He had a black tee-shirt, with a open, red, sleeveless hoodie on over it. Below that he was wearing a loose white belt, which was on a pair of black cargo shorts. On the boy's silver hair, two of his bangs fell down over his eyes on opposite sides of his face.
"He seems familiar..." A male voice responded, staring into the mirror, concentrating on the sword he had holstered on the left side of his belt. "Yet why does his sword give off both dark and light? It makes no sense..." He continued. "We shall both learn in due time..."Ansem"..." The female replied, a green arm going around the dark figure.
The gates opened for the boy, and he stepped in. He knew he was being watched. And he knew he was in for a fight or two along the way to the heart of the castle. The boy's name: Kirxu.