Point of View: ???

            There is power within you. I know. It is not of light, nor is it of darkness. I know. It is a power that begrudges them both, and it is a power that governs the two, keeping them separate. I know. It is a power so absolute that neither the light nor the dark dares to incur its wrath. I know. You have that power. I know. You are that power. I know.

            Yet you're merely a shell. I wasn't always. You're a nobody. I was once somebody. You're non-existent. I once simply was. And what are you now? A shell, a nobody, a non-existent one. But… I have great power. So what does that make you? An unknown factor in the battle to come. And the battle is? The battle between light and darkness. And what factor are you? The in-between. The representative of the world in its truthful form. You won't be able to begrudge the light and the darkness forever. I know. But soon, I will be. And what will you be? That I don't know. And how will you become existent? The gathering.

Point of View: Third Person

            He took a long glance around him, watching as the already large masses of Heartless grew in size, occupying not only the ground now but the sides of the buildings as well. They were quite simply everywhere now, and this was also now the largest group of Heartless that he had faced. They didn't plan on letting him live, that was for sure, but he didn't plan on letting them live either. He closed his eyes briefly to focus, and when he opened them again the blue flames guarding him from the Heartless had died down and the Heartless began to swarm him.

            He made a quick slash with the Oblivion, and watched as a Heartless was reduced to a miniature explosion of shadows. He quickly twisted and kicked outward, his shoe slamming into one of the many Heartless. He then whipped around the Oathkeeper and finished the Heartless off. The Heartless as a whole then began maneuvering around him, prepared to work together. That was what he hated about the Neo-Heartless, they were so damn cooperative.

            Deciding that it was time to stop holding anything back he lashed out at one of the Heartless with both of his swords, electricity playing through them as he did so. When that Heartless had backed off he noticed several others leap into the air. He looked on as the Heartless leapt at him and he flipped backwards, crossing his Keyblades over his chest to prevent doing damage to himself. He landed perfectly and watched the Heartless hit the ground before coming up to leap at him again. He too mustered all of his strength and jumped high into the air, slashing through Heartless as he went up. As he reached the apex of his jump he twisted and threw the Oathkeeper into the air. It destroyed two Heartless as it went up before arcing back towards him, destroying two more Heartless as it returned. He jumped yet again, this time jumping a far distance to the staircases of one of the many buildings in the area. Rather noticeably it was the building he was on top of.

            Darkness, darkness was everywhere. It was forced upon him, forced upon him by himself. He could see and know the light again, but he was not ready for it. So he would live in darkness for now. And to maintain that constant darkness, that blindness to light, he wore a blindfold over his eyes. Yet, despite the fact that he controlled the veil of darkness around him, he often wondered if it was he who was keeping away from the light, or the light keeping away from him. It didn't matter, he was amongst the shadows no more, and as he stayed away from the light, he had fallen in-between. And it was through doing that in which he gained the third power, a power by far more dangerous than darkness, and yet by far more stable than light.

            But all of this was irrelevant to the matters at hand, he could hear the Keyblades passing through the Heartless, he could even hear them whistling through the air. His hearing had been able to make up for the blindness he imposed upon himself. All of his other senses were very good as well, and when he did choose to remove the blindfold, yet he would do so only in the most dire of circumstances, he became an indestructible force that obliterated everything that moved.

            As he continued to listen to the battle he heard the sound of an impact against the side of the building, followed by the swift movements up the side of the building. It was his turn.

            He began to drop and as he did so he extended his arm and opened his hand, and before long he was clasping one of the Keyblades. It had been a while since he had held one, especially this one. From the texture of the hilt he knew it to be the Oblivion.

            As he fell his hearing dropped slightly as he could hear his own body passing through the air, dropping downward with constantly increasing speed. He was still able to hear the sounds of feet running up the building and past him, and he was still perfectly able to hear a third figure sailing through the air before landing hard on top of the building.

            The pale moon cast an eerie glow on the beach, extending the shadows that were all over it. The shadows criss-crossed to form an elaborate lattice of shadows that seemed artistic somehow. Beyond the beach was a perfectly still ocean. Some tiny waves slowly limped through the ocean towards the beach before collapsing upon themselves. The waves rushed in onto the sand from before retreating again, taking with them a tiny portion of the beach, and that piece of the beach went out into tranquil waters. The place seemed so calm, perhaps unnervingly so, but the true state of affairs on the beach and out into the ocean were anything but calm. Just out of sight the sea was a nightmare of strong gusts and huge waves, and the water lurched about in an unpredictable manner. On the beach the disruption of tranquility was by far more subtle.

            A robed figure stepped forward along the beach, walking over to another robed figure with a mysterious aura. The latter kept just about everything to himself, and he very rarely actually talked. He had a way about him, a way of communicating without need of words.

            As the first figure made his way across the beach the second figure turned to him, and he actually spoke.

            "I've been to see him. He looks just like you."

            The first figure closed his eyes in thought.

            Kairi sat at the dock of the main island of the Destiny Islands archipelago. Her feet dangled lazily over the water, and she looked out into the vast sea. For three years now she had waited, and for three years Sora and Riku had been away, gone with no signs of coming back. They probably were trying, she knew they had to be, but it was impossible. They could never get back, not while the borders between the worlds remained. There was quite simply no hope of their return until the barriers broke again, but that would do no good. If the barriers broke that would mean that the door to the world was open, and odds were that the exact same thing would happen again. She would see Sora again, but soon enough he would be jerked away from her, just like with before…

            A single tear rolled down her eye before it dropped into the water. Just as it hit and the ripples began to spread a blue streak shot across the sky. She looked up and witnessed a meteor slowly come down, crashing to the ground. She stood up and ran to the beach, and just as the first meteor disappeared from sight another took its place, and it was soon joined by others. The sky was soon filled with blue streaks, and Kairi's memory recalled something. The world borders, if they collapsed, they would break apart into the same material as gummi blocks, and those would then fall back to the planet, an event that would be witnessed as a meteor shower…

            He continued to plummet, falling downward with increasing speed, somehow managing to know where the Heartless were and slicing through them on his descent. He soon knew that he was about to hit the ground and flipped over so that he landed feet first. He felt the massive recoil from his landing run through him, but he came out from the fall unscathed.

            Unfortunately, he had landed right in the frying pan. Listening to what occurred around him he heard the multitudes of Heartless attempt to get up to him unnoticed. He listened to what happened, and he noticed one of the sounds disappear, not from being destroyed, but from retreating back into the ground. He waited several seconds, and then flipped backwards just as a Heartless leapt out from the ground underneath him, and he kept the Oblivion extended. The blade tore into the Heartless's underside and he heard its final doom. Upon landing he thrust the Oblivion forward, destroying an additional Heartless before spinning it and jamming it into a Heartless behind him effortlessly. After doing that he made a quick circular slash and killed a number of Heartless.

            It was at that point he heard something else moving through the air at an incredible velocity before it slammed into the ground and exploded. As he was flung back an incredible, deafening roar silenced everything.

            Mickey brought his Keyblade around and fought off another one of the Heartless. The whole town was overrun by them, and he was unsure if they would make it this time. The odds were staggering, and even warriors with as much experience as them were unprepared for an attack of this magnitude. At first it had seemed fairly routine, but then more and more Heartless had revealed themselves, and now there must have been millions of them.

            Nearby him was a figure whose identity was completely hidden by a raincoat. Mickey had been shocked when he first ran across him again, but then again, he should have expected it to happen. Maybe it was fate. Regardless, he had changed so much since Mickey had last seen him. Back then he had the power of light on his side, but now the light seemed to have abandoned him, or maybe he had abandoned the light.

            Mickey then witnessed an object pass by with ridiculous speed before crashing into the ground and exploding. He looked on as the explosion wiped out countless Heartless, and as one of his companions was thrown around like a rag doll by the same explosion. Soon enough another object streaked by, this one hitting a building, and it passed through the walls as though they were paper. After it had come out the other side of the building a mere half-second passed by before it too hit the ground and exploded. The building it had passed through soon erupted into flames as the power generators overheated and exploded. Soon enough another four meteors crashed into various parts of the town, and fire began to spread everywhere. Buildings collapsed and the chaos of the town grew and grew as everything was ravaged. Heartless were being wiped out in the tens of thousands, and they decided to cut their losses and retreat. Mickey watched on as they sank back into the ground and skulked away, defeated again.

            The victory would not last long for Mickey and his group however, if they did not escape the town. The very building they were was on fire, with the neon lights it had going off and the flames slowly creeping up the side of the building. The flames, they were so very much like the Heartless. They consumed everything they could, and yet their appetite for destruction and chaos was never sated, nor would it be. They had an eternal hunger to disrupt order and tranquility. Mickey could only hope that like fire, they would eventually run out of fuel to continue burning.