This might not be my first venture into the world of fanfiction, but I haven't ever managed to complete a story, let alone ten chapters. So I'll just leave this as a oneshot for now. This also contains spoilers(?) from KHUX and Back Cover(sort of), and is also a bit of an AU.

Save Points. Those special tiny spots in worlds which allowed certain people on their own missions to cure physical injuries and which served as waypoints for offworlders that needed a spot to land. They also, of course, served as a safe haven from various monsters of the dark - for the most part, anyways.

I would deny to anybody the very idea that said points were the first(failed) attempts to turn back time. Not that I had anybody to talk to, anyway.

I sighed as I cut a (not quite real) circle into the shop's floor with my keyblade. It was a rough one; I had never quite been able to draw circles well, having them always be rough around the edges in some way or another, but the light that shined from it would cover it up. Too bad the hotel was a no go; a future Keyblade Wielder would love to be able to get some rest when they landed, but the Heartless apparently loved that area, and so I couldn't in good conscience create a save point in an area where the Heartless loved to gather. Landing in a place where Heartless attacked immediately was never a nice thing to have happen; the trip between worlds took a while and Wielders were still people; rest would be more appreciated than battle. I turned his thoughts back to the creation of the current save point; it would need a decent amount of barrier runes and life runes; so would the room itself, if he wanted to ward off Heartless from the surrounding area.

It would have been nice to have this stuff in Daybreak Town; then again, it wasn't as if we particularly needed it at the time anyways. The Heartless weren't real, and neither was concentrated Darkness(why did villains or those who were obsessed with light loved using that word dramatically so much, anyway?). At least, they weren't until the Foretellers screwed it all up. I did wonder from time to time just what split them up, but it didn't matter much now, considering the fact that I had traveled in time to the future. My responsibility now laid in helping out the newly arrived Dandelions on this recently created world; if the challenges that they had to face were similar to the illusions created by the Book of Prophecy, then the Dandelions would be in for quite a rough fight. Then again, they were taught directly by the late Master Ava herself; the Wielders would meet any challenge that came to challenge them - that's what I thought, anyway.

I was wrong.

As the Dandelions later found out, there was one simple fact that could not be changed; the skills that came from the medals that everyone had been using for so long was but a pale imitation of how powerful said skill actually was. Just like everything that came from the Book of Prophecy, they were mere illusions; and because of that, said skills were not nearly as strong as they were expected to be against the Heartless on the newborn worlds; for that matter, the Heartless themselves were stronger simply because they were the real thing. Even though the Dandelions were some of the strongest Keyblade Wielders of their time didn't change the fact that a single shadow could take a Wielder out if they got careless; and Darksides always cost at least two lives. Many of them died from overconfidence or inexperience; illusions never really killed anybody, or were that strong. It wasn't as if I could do anything, Unchained as I was. I couldn't interact directly with anybody, nor could I be seen doing anything; other than that, however, I could interact with the physical and the sleeping realm. That was the only reason I could make my contributions; giving information to the leaders of groups of Dandelions that had spread out to different worlds about spots the Heartless loved to congregate around, and of course, my save points. Even so, I still felt helpless; the physical form of my keyblade was still left in the world Wastelands that had sprouted from what we now called the Keyblade War, and I couldn't help fight the Heartless, or protect others. Then again, it could've been worse; I could have been forced to only watch and not do anything at all; that would've been my own personal nightmare.

I was immortal too, as long as I was Unchained; at least, I didn't age. Many of the Dandelions grew up, got old, and died, and as their numbers thinned to about only twenty Wielders, they agreed to settle down in one world after giving all of their knowledge to the newer inhabitants of the now not so newborn worlds. They would take apprentices too, of course; the line of keyblade wielders needed to be carried on, but they would, for the most part, seclude themselves from the worlds; out of sight, out of mind, as it were.

As for me? I simply created more save points for any future keyblade wielders; even some that were just created after the first batch that came after the Keyblade War. I thought I would continue doing this forever, watching as things changed when time went by; the one secluded land that Wielders made for themselves, called the Land of Awakening had its named changed to the Land of Departure over the years - how that happened, I would never know. An unnamed, darkened world lit up and became Radiant Garden; a rising magician and Keyblade Wielder named Yen Sid had an entire world named after him(much to his protest and to my unnoticed laughter) - that land came to be known as Disney, by the way. Eventually, a major conflict came about that involved the worlds and something named Unversed, as well as four Keyblade Masters, one new, two old, four apprentices, and Kingdom Hearts itself. This incident also managed to bring me out of my Unchained state, and set forth in motion a chain of events that would last more than ten years.

My name? Does it really matter in comparison to the true heroes? I suppose I can write down my story though, and by extension, theirs. I guess I've become the unofficial historian. If anything, it'll provide a good tale to tell children in future generations. I suppose I can start it off with...

After the worlds shattered, the next major conflict began with two young boys...