Prologue
Every generation believes that the crisis they face is far worse than that of past generations, and even then those problems to come. They tend to weave tales of woe when they speak of their past to their children, warning them against making the same mistakes. As they grow older, statements such as "Now back in my day, that never would have happened, because we were better than that," begin to reign predominantly in their vocabulary.
The truth is that is a lie. New crisis's arise as years past, but often they are just as difficult as the last, the only difference remaining that the situation is 'different' in comparison to the past. It is rare when they are far worse.
This is one of those times.
Our three young heroes are now not quite as young as when we met them, and fear for their children beyond anything else. They warn them to stay away from strange beings and to fear the darkness, running whenever such a thing draws near. They claim to know nothing of the Heartless and Nobodies, yet try to warn against them. But when an even greater danger arises, who will come to protect their worlds?
Ignoring every order their parent ever gave them, as most children do, the children of the Keyblade wielders dare to face the newest threat.
Will they be able to succeed?
Only time will tell.
Author's Note: I just started this and I have no clue where this will go, but hopefully you're all ready for what will be a long ride. crosses fingers Hopefully I am as well. If I slack on this story, I give you my permission to PM me as frequently as you wish to make certain that I complete this one. (I'll probably regret saying that, but hey!)