This story is based on the somewhat misunderstood about where the FF characters come from. Radiant Garden/Hpllow Bastion is the home world of the majority of the FF characters, excluding the gullwing and those on Destiny Island. It is also a story about the Organization's Eldest Six's origins as well. Because, well...because. I think it is how they would be if they were living people. And how Ansem might have been before the whole vendatta thingie.

So…yah. Just a couple chapter thingie. Might contain a mix of stuff from Final Fantasy VII and VIII, but what can I do? The Disney worlds somewhat follow their original stories, so I'll follow a loose version of those games, though probably leaning more towards FFVII.

I don't own anything related to Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. A lot of the information I got were from the Ansem reports in both games. So…yah.

This is the first Kingdom Hearts series, and I'm surprised how excited about this. There will be more. Though I need a better title.

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It had taken years of work; blood, sweat, sleep-less nights for everything to finally fit together. Radiant Garden was indeed a gem to behold from the heavens. The main area of the once kingdom gleamed under the light of the sun.

Ansem the Wise smiled an looked down on it. There were waves of pride in the land hit him. This world had finally come to peace within itself. Out of all his years of life…this was something to be proud of. A smile appeared on his mouth, just taking it in. Was there to say everything was perfect? Of course not. There would always be those to threaten the way of life…but as long as the majority of people were willing to commit, then it would succeed.

But here is where Ansem's thoughts were on. The ruler of this planet and consider by many to be the Wisest was contemplating on a serious matter. It gave him some thoughts on a certain subject. What caused people to supposedly be bad? Of course, there were always nurture and nature of the self. People born in good homes could become bad, yet those who would born from violet homes could easily become good. What did this mean?

In all his sage knowledge, he wished to figure out this quandary. Were does this…darkness come from?

He returned to his resting place. It was his small personal room. He could have the whole castle to himself. Yet his room was a small and rather bare. There were many colors decorated across the room and the furniture was luxurious. Yet everything in the room could be considered practical: A bed, a desk, several bookshelves (all filled with books), a small table, and a surprisingly small bathroom (it still had a bathtub, though).

Then again, Ansem was never known for his taste in material things. Just in knowledge.

His work desk was a bit distracting looking. Not messy, just…open books scattered about and a few papers un-organized about. Ansem looked at the pile of papers. A lot of the neat stacks were ideas and notes he compiled together. Some were earlier items he jotted down from his younger days to present. He took a blank sketch book and looked at the clean slate.

The pen came down onto the piece of paper, trying to get his thoughts correct.

Much of my life has been dedicated to pursuit of knowledge. That knowledge has guarded this world well. Not a soul doubts that. I am blessed with people's smiles and respect.

The old man paused, then chuckled. It sounded like he was writing a speech. Then again…maybe it would become a speech. Well…if he was on a roll, then let see how far he could get. His pen went back down onto the paper.

But though I am called a sage, there are things I do not understand. I believe darkness sleeps in every heart, no matter how pure. Given the chance, the smallest drop can spread and swallow the heart. I have witnessed it many times.

Another paused. He read each word carefully. Flashes of the past, of people whom were trusted friends and bitter rivals passed over his eye-lids. There were much harsher words he could use. But, this was a proper account. This rough draft needed to sound cleaned-up, sound…clear. His person experience should not be included. It would seem improper. He looked down.

Darkness...

There. That word. His contemplation of the day. Perhaps a great thing he may very well accomplish in explain for the last of his days. But…

He slashed the word out. That was not it. To contemplate Darkness would to contemplate the meaning of the universe. While that was an interesting and meaningful contemplation, that was a question never to be truly answered. However, Ansem continued under the word.

Darkness of the heart.

Ah, the true topic of what he wanted. He wrote each of his questions and drive into the next section.

How is it born? How does it come to affect us so? As ruler of this world, I must find the answers.

There. That was all that needed. His small thesis of the subject. He was about to get up, but there was something lacking. Call it a sense of romantics that hit him. He wanted to be cool about the subject, yet there was bit of…soul in this piece. He picked up the pad and walked back to his window. His eyes were staring careful as he wrote down the worry.

I must find them before the world is lost to those taken by the darkness.

He sighed and gazed out. He blinked as he looked at the sky. Deep blackish blue clouds puffed over the sky. Strange…he did not realized it was suppose to rain today. A yawn escaped him. Perhaps a nap would be in order. After all, he was not quite as young as he use to be. In his room, he placed the pad on the shelf.

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