Faced with a rock before a mountain, Lexaeus resolved to defy the laws of nature. He would help it on its journey to the lofty heights that rose above the heavens.
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At one point in time, he and the others believed themselves to be on par with the Gods of creation, and were even bold enough to challenge them in the realm of Science. But, as was foretold in all the myths of ancient peoples, the futile attempts were in vain. And, with failure comes punishment. The condemnation to Nothingness was proof of that.
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At first, it wouldn't move. But with determination and strength, the rock began its ascent into enlightenment.
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Condemnation would not be enough to stop them. Fooling themselves into believing their loss was a victory, they pushed onward. What better way to become greater than the Gods then by gaining their hearts back in defiance?
Hours of research, solitude, contemplation, and in time, insanity, led to the discovery of an all powerful essence.
In Kingdom Hearts, they had gained their victory.
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The rock groaned with the force of the man pushing it from behind. The peak was looming nearer and nearer.
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Each small twinkle in the sky nursed a seed of darkness. All they would need to do was to provide their warped sense of light in order to make it grow. And so, they poisoned the worlds. Corrupted, twisted, and dying, massive amounts of hearts were harvested. They had entered into the realm of Death and had proclaimed themselves to be all-powerful, so very much like the Gods who had first damned/blessed them. They would be triumphant.
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The rock creaked over an edge and suddenly, it stood in full view of the radiance of which it had yearned for. The man, aching and worn, stepped out from behind the bolder and gasped. The sun shown down, illuminating the purity and wonder of the world below. It was amazing.
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Eventually, others, like themselves, joined in the frenzy. But, unlike the Firsts, they were not out for a victory. Instead, they pined away for lost hearts, the scent of hope only exciting them to further madness. But no matter. They were loyal. And they would cooperate to reach the goal. Nothing could stop the Organization.
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Just as the man was turning to leave, the beauty too much for one such as himself, a crack reached his ears. Turning swiftly, he discovered, much to his horror, the bolder hurtling down the opposite side of the mountain. Without a second thought, he promptly chased after it.
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Everything began spiraling out of control at Oblivion. The Neophytes, high off power, decided that gaining their hearts back was no longer a priority. Throwing any and all previous plans to the wind, they took over and proceeded to have their way with the castle and its inhabitants. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done to stop this. It was out of their hands now. A fate worse than death was looming nearer and nearer with each passing second. What was one to do?
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The rock came to rest at the foot of the mountain, as seemingly yearning as when the man first found it. It was absurd. And yet, he knew had to try again. With a sigh, the man turned around and began to push the bolder once more.