THREE HEARTS
It started with
three hearts.
And three destinies.
A boy who began with blank eyes.
A girl who held light in her heart.
A boy with darkness corroding his spirit.
It started with
two Masters.
One, who only wished
to watch his apprentices grow and flourish.
The other,
who wished for the ultimate weapon.
It started with
two boys on an island
dreaming of other worlds.
It started with
a girl bathed in the light
and a necklace filled with her future.
The blank-eyed boy set out
to save the boy who's heart
was slowly being eaten away by the darkness.
The girl with the heart of light
and the powers of a Master
followed them to the world's end.
The last night they spent
under the same stars
would be remembered only at the end.
When, in the middle of world full
of broken dreams, broken light and
dead blades,
the three friends once again
fought on the same side.
But it was
too late.
And they all fell
into oblivion.
And so the worlds
began to fall
into chaos.
And so a man began to study hearts.
And so a boy of flame and a boy of moon fell into darkness.
And so the all the worlds fell into darkness.
As the sun
dawned on a day ten years later,
on an island all ready visited,
three friends began to build a raft.
A boy who dreamt of darkness but was always in the light.
A girl who had fallen from a great distance, who held the key to the world in her heart.
A boy who would do anything to be free.
The raft was built, ready to
set sail.
But then the darkness swallowed
the island.
Yet another star fading out.
The boy who wished to be free let himself fall
into the darkness.
And the weapon meant for him
came to the boy who was always in the light.
And the girl—
she lost her heart.
The two boys,
best friends since childhood,
adventured in parallel.
One seeking light,
the other dark.
Both seeking
the girl.
Many worlds were saved.
But not before
the dark witch gathered all of the
Princesses of Heart.
She was able to open the door to the darkness.
And the boy who longed for freedom lost his heart
to a darkness that refused to let him go.
The chosen boy—the one who
had been gifted the weapon of light.
Fought his friend,
desperate to return him from the darkness.
In the end
the chosen boy gave his heart
to the girl who had lost hers.
Only to be called back from
oblivion.
Somewhere far off
a boy awoke with blank eyes.
Many battles were fought,
and a promise was made,
until the three friends
were at the end of the world.
The boy regained his heart from the darkness,
in time to seal himself away in the place where all hearts are born.
The chosen boy had to wander
a path untaken.
And the girl was the only one
who returned home.
And so
the struggle for home
began.
And so a witch began to draw.
And so the chains of memories began to break.
And so two Replicas were born.
And so the chosen boy was locked in a white prison.
As slowly his memories were lost.
And the girl he had known so well—
the girl who was
so special to him
faded slowly.
And was replaced by a girl
with a quiet smile
and warm ocean eyes.
And so the chosen boy made a promise
the Other Promise.
The chosen boy kept this promise
even though it meant destroying
his memories.
And so the boy fell into a deep,
peaceful sleep.
While the witch with ocean eyes
drew his memories back.
Pastels inked against
pure white paper.
In this blank castle—
this white prison—
the boy who had been lost in darkness
awoke to find himself dreaming.
He, once again,
ran parallel to his friend.
He fought the darkness within him
and fought the light as well.
When the chosen boy fell asleep,
it was up to him to protect his
broken friend.
So the boy set off
on the Way To Dawn.
And so memories returned slowly.
And so memories began to leak out.
And so those without hearts began to feel.
A boy was born from darkness.
He shared the blank eyes of a boy
who had fallen into oblivion long ago.
The boy of flame grew into a man
without a heart.
And the two quickly formed a bond
no one could have imagined.
Least of all the boy of moon.
Who had grown with the boy of flame
into a man with no heart.
But what little spirit he had left
was consumed by the struggle for power.
The man of flame,
and the boy with blank eyes,
became friends.
Until the boy's eyes
were no longer blank.
(Until they,
were filled with tears
that blinded him).
A girl
joined them.
Those black-coated Nobodies
who worshipped a
heart-shaped moon.
And so the girl
once faceless, once shadowed.
Began to take form.
The anti-thesis, the inverse
to memories that,
far away,
a boy was slowly losing as he slept.
And so many sunsets
were spent on a clock tower.
With ice-creams in the hands of
the fire-filled young man.
The boy with a reflected blade.
And the girl who stole her own face.
And nothing—
not the witch,
not the Superior,
not the man in Zero,
not the boy with blinded eyes—
could ever destroy that happiness.
Because it lives on
in memories
that have been
forgotten.
And so the three friends were slowly
torn apart.
As the girl shattered into glass,
and returned to where she truly belonged
and was remembered the least.
As the boy left to search
for his true self
and found, instead,
a new self.
A new
life
and new friends.
If only for
seven days.
The last one left
was the young man of fire.
Who held a token,
a WINNER.
But was otherwise
completely alone.
And so a boy's summer vacation ended.
And so two friends were forced to fight just as they were reunited.
And so more souls faded into a boy who opened his eyes for the first time in a year.
The chosen boy awoke,
only to run,
from new enemies.
Only to start a new journey
in search of the boy who had so long ago
lost himself to the darkness.
This journey
spanned many worlds,
none of them home.
And this boy
sometimes despaired of ever seeing his friends again.
But on an island,
the girl wrote a letter
and sent into the ocean.
Only to be taken
by the man of fire,
who had long since stopped working for
the Superior.
And who know only wished to see
his best friend one more time.
After many worlds and
many battles.
The chosen boy finally fought side-by-side with the man of fire.
And the young man gave everything he had
to save his best friend who
slept inside the chosen boy.
The man of fire
died
smiling.
And the chosen boy
moved on.
After falling deep into a world
that should never had existed,
this boy found the girl
who was so special to him.
And discovered his best friend—
the one he had looked for for so long—
had changed, had taken upon the darkness that had held him so tightly once.
But the chosen boy did not care
and wept
with joy to see his greatest friends.
And the man who had
created this darkness,
all of the darkness,
died during his last
great failure.
Bringing the boy in darkness
back to his true form.
And so the three friends fought until,
once again,
the chosen boy and his best friend,
were the only ones who didn't go home.
But they fought
they fought the Superior,
they fought the darkness,
and they found the demons,
within themselves.
Until they sat on a dark beach,
listening to familiar waves.
And perhaps, they might have never returned,
if not for a girl, who called them back from the light.
And so
all the friends,
were finally home.
And so, three hearts were torn apart and were reunited only in fragmented memories.
And so, three hearts, that weren't meant to be hearts at all, were torn apart, to be reunited in
the places in between and out of the corner of other's eyes.
And so, three hearts were reunited and once again on an island of Destiny.
