Prologue: on a path in a night that seemed almost eternal, a boy stood there. His eyes surveyed the hills around him, tight blue eyes and long silver-blue hair glittering the in the starlight.
A flash shot through his barren mind. A boy drew a key as long as a sword and took on a shadowy enemy, long silver hair fluttering backwards. Behind him, a dog-like creature attacked with a shield and a duck unleashed powerful storms of magic from the tip of the angel-winged staff. Voices rang out through his head, too.
The Heart is Darkness.
No, said the boy with the key Sometimes the heart is weak…and sometimes it may even give in. But deep down, there's a light that never goes out.
You still know nothing.
The boy clutched his heaqd, but perhaps boy was the wrong term: he was probably about fifteen. "Who are these?" he whispered. "Why do I remember them?"
Another flash of memory occurred: a boy with hair of similar hue to his drew a blade of darkness and faced down the same silver-haired man glared down.
Why do you struggle? You know the full weight of my power.
Oh, I know it all right. I took all the power you could offer, and I still lost to Sora.
Both groups fought. "What the hell's going on!" the boy yelled into the night, shuddering.
More flashes: flashes of castles, a blonde girl, a blonde boy with two keys that also seemed to be swords. The silver-haired man, now robed in darkness and stranglely sorrowful, faced down both the boys from his memories.
If light and darkness are eternal, then is nothing not equally eternal?
Maybe you're right, Xemnas, said the silver-blue haired boy. Maybe Nothing is eternal.
But Xemnas, said the other boy, now in dark clothing. You're not!
"Who are these people?" whispered the boy. And suddenly, from a mind the boy was certain did not belong to him, an answer came. They are the Real, said the voice. Sora, Riku, Kairi, Namine, Roxas, Ansem, Donald, Goofy…"
Who are you?
Does it matter, said the other voice. I'm going to be your only ally fir a long time, so get used to me. A beter question would be, who are you, Xurik?
The boy paused. Xurik? He asked himself. Is that my name?
There was no answer from the other voice, but he got a creepy sense that the voice wasn't done. He suddenly knew, just knew, that right behind him was something terribly and unbearably frightening. Against all his better instincts, he turned around.
Behind him was an infinite number of Shadows, yellow eyes shining in the immeasurable shadow. His breath caught in his throat, and he didn't know what to do. But then he suddenly realized that they weren't staring at him, they were staring behind him, at some unimaginable object.
Without a doubt in his mind, Xurik (since he knew no other name for himself, he chose that as his personal name) turned around and confronted what he saw beyond him, an object from his memory.
He saw that cataclystmic shape and knew that it was Castle Oblivion.
