I do not own anything from Peter and the Starcatchers or Kingdom Hearts! Sorry about the delay!
After we ate lunch, I continued...
Three hundred years after I created Radiant Garden, I went out to find someone worthy to wield one of my magical blades. My only companion was Matthew, who was the only other person that I gave a blade to. We searched far and wide to find someone, and finally found one woman, who owned a dress store. She was a cousin to the current Princess of Heart. Her name was Trisha. She was stubborn, and wouldn't allow anyone to discover her secrets. I trusted her enough to give her a weapon to protect her cousin, who was named Starlight. Many years and keyblades later, Matthew and I created an academy to teach people how to wield the keyblades. Once we had a group of keyblade masters, we allowed them to be the teachers. After that, I returned to Neverland to create more keyblades. In my absence, the keyblade wielders started a terrible war. They fought until they were all dead, leaving none alive.
When I discovered that, I collected the next generation of keyblade wielders, and took them to a remote world. There I raised them to ignore the darkness. I moved my workshop to that world, and taught them what to do if the world got covered in darkness. Year after year I took infants to raise as keyblade wielders, after asking their parents of course. But what surprised me most, was the fact that a great deal were orphans. I loved every kid that came through, but darkness started to grow in my heart. Matthew grew worried, that if I got corrupted, so would the blades. We cast a spell that fed my darkness to him in exchange for his light. I became incapable to have hatred stay within me. I watched helplessly as Matthew grew darker and darker. As that happened, one of my students gained extreme talent with magic. Yen Sid was my most trustworthy student, so much, that I gave him an honor that was lost centuries before he was born. I allowed him to teach two kids from the Destiny Islands. One was Eraqus, the other was Xehanort. Both showed great promise, but Xehanort found out about the Keyblade war that I had tried to keep from them.
He became obsessed, and tried to discover more about it. I refused to tell him anything, so he took his revenge. The day that I was giving Eraqus his first pupils, Xehanort shut my workshop and locked it. With the shop locked up, I was the life force for all of the keyblades. In other words, I almost died holding a keyblade wielder. I fled to Radiant Garden, and worked as a nanny for a nice couple. They gave birth to a baby boy and then left for a couple hours. While they were at a meeting, soldiers attacked the world, and only thirty people survived. Matthew, the baby, Miriam, Scarlet, a whole group of kids, and me. Miriam was the oldest at 42. Scarlet was the Princess of Heart (Miriam's daughter) and she was about 16. Only one person was between her and her mom, Joun. A delinquent kid with a bad rap.
Matthew and I decided to raise three of the children, including the baby. The other two were close to his age. I named them Isa, Ventus, and Lea (oh be quiet, I am the one telling the story). Ansem was one of the survivors, and from that day on, I swore his mission was to annoy me by acting smarter than I was. Every time that I turned around, I found him trying another (I'm being really honest here) stupid idea. Meanwhile, I was pretty much raising three boys by myself. Matthew took over as Keyblade Master, and was protecting the worlds. He would drop by, give the boys ice cream, and leave again. I watched as they grew up, and I protected them.
I had one ground rule, unless I was home, they couldn't use their play weapons. I kept them locked up, and there was no key. I usually picked the lock. But one day, Radiant Garden had a contest for kids using toy weapons. I forgot about it, so I was amazed when I saw Lea fighting Ventus. Lea won, but barely. After that happened, I asked them how they got the weapons out. Ventus admitted that he summoned a keyblade. I led them home and them had a five hour arguement with Eraqus trying to persuade him to teach Ventus. When I didn't win, I grudgingly turned to Xehanort. He promised that he would keep Ventus safe, but three years later, my nightmare came true. In Xehanort's obsession for power, he ripped Ventus's heart in half, completely erasing his past from his mind, and through that, his personality. The next time I saw Xehanort, I cursed him. The curse made it so that just on the brink of his plan coming true, a keyblade wielder would stop him. He scoffed at my curse, and walked away.