Many years ago the Earth was ruled by supernatural beings. Angels ruled the skys and demons ruled beneath the crust. They waged war for the 'Between Land', known as the "Keyblade Graveyard". It was named after the key-shaped blades both races used called Keyblades. A weapon that can be used for good, but in the wrong hands can cause total chaos. Its powers surpassing both as some wield it to obtain light while others use it to gain people hearts. Keyblades and rotting bodies covered the land as far as the eye could see. Keyblades painted with black and silver blood, both colors staining the earth. Some bodies pierced by the weapons, causing their death. Bodied were mutilated until they barely had a recognizable war brought more misfortune that either race could have ever thought of. Unlocking havoc beyond imagine.
The blades piercing the bodies unlocked the darkness in each heart. The darkness began to grow larger and stronger with every body it seeped from and soon formed into monsters. These creatures ran amuck on his land, frightening both races, running them both out of the land. No one knew what they were, so they didn't know how to take care of the problem or its origin. The creatures were known as the Unversed, Standing for the reverse effect the Keyblades had on peoples hearts.These monsters had defeated countless numbers of both kinds, not thinking twice on who they attacked.
For years, both angels and demons have tried to rid the land of these beasts but nothing seems to be effective. Eventually the issue caused both sides to fight, blaming each other for the creation of the beasts. But in truth, it was both sides fault. Both sides keyblades pierced the hearts, the owners hatred seeping into their blade and tainting it, causing the new born hatred to seep into the hearts of corpses, creating these beasts. But neither of the races realized this. Blaming each other worsened the issue and caused them to battle each other. "The Great Keyblade War" began, creating the name for this forbidden land. Elders would tell their children the tale, frightning them so they woudn't dare cross into the land. They'd say that the monsters would devoir them and no one would come to their aid. The children would get so frightened that they'd avoid the portals completely.
The war lasted over 30 years and is still going, both sides still blaming and refusing to take the blame. Finally a cease fire began thanks to the wides; Namine and Tifa. They stood up and begged their husbands to hold off this war until their children were born. They pleaded and begged, trying to get them to work together to rid the land atleast partially so their sons could see actual land. So they could see the sky, rivers, the oceans, and mountains. The two leaders had a meeting and discussed what their wifes had asked. It took a great while, but they finally came to an agreement. They'd work together until the children were born. While they waited, they'd work together to defeat the Unversed. So, the two began to use team work, ridding the land of the monsters. They had destroyed enough Unversed to free about 1/5 of the land. Both sides had become over-joyed and began to celebrate. They celebrated for two weeks strait. Both leaders, Eraqus, leader of angels, and Xehanort, leader of demons, had become friends. They paid for each others drinks, covnersed, laughed and joked together. They watched as the races mixed. The people danced and sang to their heart's content, cheering and drinking together. Laughing, spilling their drinks, and getting more drunk.
Their fun had ended when a scream rang throughout the area. Everything went silent and Eraqus rushed outside, recognizing the scream. When he rushed through the doors he discovered his wife, Namine, laying on the ground, surrounded by unversed. Rage filled the man and he charged, destroying each creature in cold blood. He rushed to Namine when he was finished. She had been injured badly. A huge gash from claws went down her entire back, cuts leaked blood slowly on his face, but worst of all, there was a cut along her pregnant stomach. She weeped as it gushed blood. She was worried for her baby, what if it didn't make it.
Eraqus lifted his wife and sprouted glimmering, gorgeous white feathered wings and took flight. There was only one person he could go to in a time like this. He flew above the land, speaking comforting words to his wife as she weeped into he chest. He scanned the land below, spotting multiple creatures emerging from the smallest of cracks in the earth. He scowled at the sight. It reminded him of the war and what caused it, those creatures. He flew above large mountains covered in them, rivers flooded by them, fields and plains completely blue fromtheir over-populated race. He noticed many of the creatures watched him with their beady red eyes then he realised that droplets of blood were dropping to the ground, attraacting the beasts. He sighed and tried his best to wrap his coat over her while in mid-air, but it wasn't very easy.
After minutes of flying, he finally approached a small house. Yes a house, in the forbidden land. But a barrier surrounded this house, protectiing it and the inhabitors from the creatures. As he got closer, a whole began to form in the barrier for him to cross over. The great wizard, Merlin, enchanted the barrier so it allowed for the people to cross. Eraqus wanted to know how it worked but the stubborn old bat refused to share any of his magic secrets to anyone.
He flew through the whole and landed gracefully on the porch. He burst inside and blinked as Merlon had already cleared a spot on the bed for Rikku. Eraqus laid her down gently and gripped her hand tightly. Merlin examined her and slowly shook his head. He explained that Rikku was unable to be saved, but he could save her child. Eraqus felt tears sting his eyes and he shook his head. There had to be a way to save her. He began to raise his voice more and more as he spoke until it was a shout. Namine squeezed Eraqus's hand to calm him and looked at Merlon. She shook her head, giving him the O.K. to save the child.
Eraqus bit his lip but stood at her side as Merlon perfomed the operation. After about an hour, crying filled the room. Eraqus looked to see the wizard holding two babies, not just one. The man cleaned them off and watched as they opened their eyes, exposing huge gorgeous, oceanic blue orbs, and spikey, golden hair. Eraqus sat in a chair, holding the two children as Merlin cleaned everything up. He stared at the sleeping children then laid them down as him and Merlin went out to burry his wife. They built her a grave stone and Eraqus knelt beside it for countless minutes, srtaring at the dirt.
"What are the childrens' names'?" Merlin finally broke the silence, his voice soft.
"Ventus and Roxas. Those were the two names we were down to." Eraqus explained, rising to his feet as he heard the new born twins begin to cry. He lifted both boys from their make-shift bed and starts to bounce them gently. He studied each son. Ventus had a strange aura to him. A pure aura that almost made you want to cry because it was so innocent. His eyes gave off a different light, made you feel safe and warm. The boy began to laugh, making his father smile.
Roxas, on the other hand, seemed a little more rigid than his brother, but still innocent considering he was a baby. He still had bright eyes, but his seemed a little more secure than his brother. He still laughed like a free child, which is all that matters. Eraqus kissed both their foreheads.
"I wish your mother was here to see you two..." He whispered, sorrow in his voice. He laid the children down and stroked both their hair. "I wish you two could meet her..."
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Xehanort had witnessed the attack without Eraqus knowing. A sly, wicked grin crossed his lips. He needed their child to be born if he wanted to continue on with his plan to take over everything. It was almost time for his own wife to have his children. He motioned for his minions to follow and waved his hand in the air as if conducting music. A black portal opened and he walked through, minions close on his heels. He preffered his wretched hell over any of the lands, it was home to him.
As he walked through his land, a grin never left his face. once his son was born, they'd grow to the age he wanted. Then, when everything was balanced and calm, he'd send his son over to kidnap the prince and take him hostage, gaining Xehanort complete control. He had it all planned out and only he knew how it'd go. The world was his chess board and he was the player winning the match.
He entered a room to hear excrutiating pants, breaths, groans, and moans. He spotted Tifa, his wife, lying on a bed going into labor. She tried to sigh with relief as her 'beloved' husband aproached the table. All he wanted was for the child to be delivered, nothing else. The doctor, more like servant, tried to calm the woman as he went through the standard procedure. Tifa glared at Xehanort, her eyes asking why he did this to her. He simply chuckled and patted her hand in an attempt to comfort her. He was never one for feelings or romance, he didn't care about it.
As the labor process continued, the doctor pulled Xehanort aside. He explained that either Tifa or the baby would make it but not both. Not a second of hesitation passed as Xehanort gave him the answer. He wanted the baby, Tifa was merely another pawn, not even the queen of the game, just a mere pawn that was about to be jumped and taken by the opponent. The doctor blinked and stared at the man. He tried to convince Xehanort to atleast put some thought into his decision. This was his wife after all. He tried making up excuses, saying he could save both if he tried hard enough. Xehanort just spat and ordered the man to save the child. His child was more important, which was sometime the response of of people in this situation. But the way he ordered the doctor wasn't normal. It was like he didn't care about Tifa at all. The doctor frowned but slowly nodded.
After three long hours the cries stopped and cries of children began. Xehanort walked in and blinked as he spotted two kids. Twins. He sighed and rubbed his temples. He hadn't expected two children. This might punture his plan slightly, but he'd find a way to make it work. He'd go through the plan and make a spot for the second child somewhere. no one was going to be unused. The doctor cleaned the children and Xehanort watched him closely. They weren't completely identical. One had brow hair and bright blue eyes while the other had raven hair and bright yellow eyes. He grinned as the ravenette pulled the brunettes hair, causing him to cry. He would be the one to use for his plan, his queen on the board. While his brother would be... Maybe a rook, or even just another pawn. Like he said, no one would go unused in his game.
"Can you handle them yourself sir? I mean I'm sure they'll be a handful." The doctor spoke, interupting his thoughts
"I will be fine."
"Are you sure? Twins are a lot to handle. Especially since Tifa is..." The doctor trailed off, keeping his gaze off the womans now dead body.
"I said I will be fine doctor, she was useless to me. All I needed from her was a son. And she gave me more than I accounted for." Xehanort said coldly, eyeing Sora. The doctor followed his gaze and frowned. He stroked Sora's hair and the boy began laughing.
"Well what are their names?" The doctor asked.
The old man thought for a moment, staring at the two boys. He remembered hearing Tifa blabber on about several names as he nodded occasionally, not interested in name picking since he didn't really care about the name of the child. All he needed was the body and soul. He did remember some names she lsited off though. She had mentioned names like Cloud, Zack, Lea, Ienzo, and many more. As he thought more, he remembered her narrowing it down to two final names.
"Vanitus and Sora." The old man finally deciding, pointing to baby the name belonged to. Each child cooed to thier names, Sora giggling happily while Vanitus responded very little accept for the coo's. Xehanort studied Vanitus. There was something different about him from Sora, a more dark presence. Would this be the child that would carry on his dark tasks? The man stared down the child, while the child stared down the man. A battle between malicious yellow orbs waged on while blue orbs looked between them, confused. His confusion got the better of him and Sora began crying. The locked gazes broke and then locked onto Sora.
The doctor rocked Sora, calming the boy down. Xehanort watched and scoffed at such affection to a child that didn't even belong to him. He turned back to Vanitus. There was a different aura about him. Something dark dwelled within this child, something Xehanort use. A wicked grin spread onto Xehanort's features and he picked Vanitus up.
"You'll be the queen." Xehanort mumbled to himself, gazing at the new born boy. The doctor listened and blinked. What could the old man possibly mean?