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They waited, in deep sleep and other, unending slumbers of a darker nature. They had plotted and they had waited, endlessly tasking themselves with a burden too great for one to bear; and so many bore it in their stead.
Again and again, they cast their heart into darkness, first once to make two, then twice to make four, and so on and so forth, going about their quests as hearts of darkness and empty bodies from which hearts sprang anew. They gave themselves the name of No Heart. Again they would release their hearts, and once more a new dark heart and shell would form, going on their own paths towards the ultimate, inevitable end, to repeat the cycle endlessly.
Some dark hearts were tasked to fill the worlds with darkness, and thus they made it so; some were sent to the unseen realms to seek out the gates to the Hearts, but they wandered for centuries, lost in the abyss, and eventually they gave up on their returning, and set their gaze upon a new path.
They gave themselves a new name, to show their purpose: No Heart X. A confusion of letters as seemingly jumbled as their mission, but the truth lay within if you knew where to look.
They waited and plotted and explored the worlds, sending out new dark hearts and shells to scout out the best candidates; after many centuries had passed and many of their name had walked the lands, theybrought their newest, youngest shell to a world of Wielders, took up the blade again, and when the time was right bade it pass to another; a boy they stole from another master, whom their shell, no longer a shell, trained and when the boy proved too obstinate, split his heart for themselves. They needed the X.
Perhaps their hearts sent into the unseen realms were unable to complete their tasks because the blades they wielded were not true; With the boy's split heart of light and dark... could they only unlock the Heart of the World with the true X-blade?
But the boy was a failure- but, in the end, it mattered not; his shell by then was old and strong enough of heart to pass it on to another, younger form; the vessel fought, but even then it was subdued. The new vessel lost its memories, but it was of little consequence, having dispatched not only one, but three potential guardians of light in one fell swoop.
Time passed as they toiled on, striving, searching, yearning for a sign of the beginning of the end. Ever since word of the first war reached their ears they had dreamed of the moment. They had desperately sought a way to see the end, to see the beginning of a new world, to witness for themselves the one, true Kingdom Hearts and the world that lay beyond. And so they had cast their many hearts into darkness, down the centuries and through the ages, to reach this final, inevitable, conclusion:
"At last! All of the vessels have arrived, and all of the champions of light have lost!"
AN:one of my latest, most far-fetched theories for KHIII is that Xehanort, an anagram of "No Heart", with an added "X", is no coincidence that that is how the Noboldies of the Organization named themselves. And so from that sprang a twisted tale of Heartless ( dark hearts) and Nobodies (shells) being endlessly created and sent onto their own nefarious tasks, much like how Xehanort/Terranortwere able to give both their heartless (Ansem, Seeker of Darkness from KHI) and nobody (Xemnas) sentience and purpose enough to try to summon Kingdom Hearts in their own seperate ways. So pretty much this one original person has endlessly released their heart to form countless Heartless and Nobodies, who would (canonically as of DDD) eventually grow new hearts, which could then be released again and again, spawning even more Nobodies and Heartless...
/written 10pm 10/12/2015