Letter to an Old Friend
Long ago, there was nothing. Then… BOOM. Across the endless void of darkness, light began to shine, spanning across the newborn universe. This Light became the very hope of the universe, with many races worshipping it as a benevolent god. However, the Light had an enemy; a long-forgotten entity, unreachable by bargaining or reasoning. Or violence… A Voice in the Darkness.
Darkness… Ancient Enemy of the Light. An enemy that knows no bounds on its path towards utter destruction. A monster through which thousands of thousands of worlds have met their end. I have gazed into the future with my own eyes and have seen the fate that awaits us.
My friend, the time to make a change is now. If we do not interfere, the Realm of Light will be lost. The Darkness will wait for no one. It now comes back, with a vengeance felt by no one until now. I wish to speak to you at the Fated Grounds, where Darkness once took hold. We must not lose our home or our future.
Per Audacia Ad Astra
I shall see you soon, Xehanort
Your Friend, Miana
(Precipice, Keyblade Graveyard)
A dull wind could be heard as it travels through an endless collection of strange key-shaped swords. Everywhere you look, you can see countless keys lay dead in the ground as if they're waiting for their wielder. In the distance, a woman is seen walking along a clear strait admiring the vastness of the graveyard. She stops for a moment to admire a single keyblade. Though dulled with time, the majesty of the keyblade still filled her with a sense of pride, being a Keyblade Wielder herself.
As the light dust storm began to settle, the woman's physical features and attire began to appear. She was around the age of 30, with a light tan to her skin. Her eyes were of a jade shade that shimmered like diamonds. Her black hair was long and sleek, stretching a few centimeters beyond her arms. She wore a blue kimono with white trims on the arms, with a light blue flower pattern on the upper part. The obi is also blue with a white flower pattern. She also wore light brown sandals hidden underneath the kimono dress.
At the moment, she is seen carrying a sun umbrella, with a white hue and pink blossom pattern on it. By mere looks alone, she would never be considered a threat unless you got on her bad side. Apart from looks, the woman is actually a skilled Keyblade Master with over 90 years of experience.
As she admired the single blade resting upright, begging to be picked, she heard a man's voice call out to her. "It seems that time has never robbed you of your beauty, Miana."
Her attention was averted from the keyblade to the person who spoke. Who she saw was an elder man around the age of 70, bald except for thin eyebrows and a curled, silver goatee. His ears are pointed and his eyes are yellow. He has broad, hunched shoulders and a crooked back. His attire consisted of a white and black coat with a red inner lining, over a white shirt with two thin black belts, as well as white gloves and calf-high black boots. One gaze at him filled Miana's heart with euphoria for seeing her best friend, but also sorrow because of his looks.
"My dear Xehanort, how cruel time has been to you," Miana replied. "By looks alone, I fear you may only have a few more years to walk the earth."
"No reason to concern yourself with my well-being, old friend," Xehanort replied. " 'With age comes wisdom', I may be old but that has not slowed down my resolve."
"Regarding Kingdom Hearts?" Miana knew all too well of Xehanort's fascination for that divine realm. Though for her, she saw no interest in it.
"That realm holds the answers that I so desperately seek. Though I know that you didn't call for me to speak about Kingdom Hearts."
"Indeed. You already know what it is." Miana turned her back to Xehanort, reminiscing about an inevitable doom. "The Darkness is coming back my friend. And this time… we will not survive."