Sora.
Riku.
Kairi.
All three of them had, known or not to them, effected so many. Even as children, innocent little things playing on the beach, they were a big piece of this puzzle. Many, the three of them included, thought it all started when Sora had a strange dream. A dream filled with inky blackness and bright yellow eyes.
Ventus.
Terra.
Aqua.
They were so similar to the trio that everyone remembered, so where was their glory? They were sacrificed, one by one, young lives more or less lost to the world. Assuming something didn't awaken.
Namine.
Roxas.
Nobodies, having done so much that should have been honored. And yet, in the end to everyone nothing really counted.
Anti-Sora.
Vanitas.
The darkness to the light, somewhere still prowling perhaps.
Xion.
Forgotten by all, even more so then Namine and Roxas. Even the trio of the Clocktower, far broken now, would never remember her. She had been a piece of it though, the only time she could forget all the bad things.
Sora.
Riku.
Kairi.
It all came back to them.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any Disney product, only the plot to THIS drabble.