10. Succeeding
He wouldn't be gone for long; a little season, that was all. There was no doubt about it.
Voices were calling out to him from where his soul floated in Oblivion. Things were stirring... Xehanort was rising again, in some place, some era. Vanitas would be needed once again, another try at the X-Blade.
Redemption. That word never sounded so good.
Though... doubts began to plague his disembodied mind. It wasn't that he was no less prideful, no less vain, but he had seen the perfect incarnation of Evil fail once, no less to a scrawny boy. It was certainly possible (guaranteed) to happen again. Despite that, he would join the cause for Darkness, knowing full well that with each victory the Darkness took, the Light would be there to strike back with the hope and souls of the innocent and true. But he knew, he just knew, that no matter how strong the Light got, there would always be a shadow. The night would always come.
Vanitas was the Darkness.
And wherever the shadow of evil appeared, he would be there to meet it.
A/N: All done! Isn't this just wonderful? Another story down, so many possibilities to go. Oh, and all of my other stories that I haven't finished yet too, haha. I'm pretty sure no one has kept up with this story for a long time but to those of you who are reading this now, thank you.
May you all have a fantastic rest of your time on this site :)