Fanfiction ► Fiat Lux

[Davy Jones]

Amazingly well done, Pinky! I am eagerly awaiting the next installment.

 

[Pinky Rose]

A hooded figure entered the room which the other Nobodies had just left, leaving only Trinitex upon his bed, staring at the wall opposite the door.
Trinitex looked up at him and smiled, lightly.

"Master Oblivion...what brings you here?"
The other shrugged, and leaned against the bedpost. "I was hoping where you knew as to where Xangla was...and Axria. Once she gets here, you know what's going to happen, right?"

Trinitex sighed. "You think this plan is idiotic, too? I thought you might....Killing Sora is only killing ourselves. We all know despite current conditions...we're supposed to keep our oath...we are supposed to protect the Kingdom."
Oblivion nodded. "That we are....Xangla, you....Axria, and I...the Keybearers of Twilight Town....I remember it all...every moment, like watching a picture show. Yet it was all lost so quickly, wasn't it? I wish I knew what it all felt like.....which is why I stay with this plan. Prehaps, in following the idiot plan, we can finally get our hearts back......and remember again."

Xangla reappeared into the room and sighed.
"Would it matter? Either way, we should die....Riku will not let Sora die." She did not bother to point out that the plan she, Trinitex, and Axria had cooked up would have them killing Riku instead...but doing so would alrert Karnax...and then only time would tell before they were turned into....Xangla shuddered at the thought of being turned into a Dusk, and didn't like it at all.....

"That's true," Oblivion said, as if he could have really cared less about Riku. "If Karnax really does open the door....things will finally be back to the way they should be......"

"Yes, yes."

Trinitex shot a look at Xangla.
"Of...course."


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Meanwhile, back at Hollow Bastion:

Aerith waved goodbye from afar as the Gummi Ship began to take off to the first world.
"If you find anything about the Lady, please, come back so I can see it!"
Sora smiled from the window and signaled a goodbye to her.

The ship twinkled brightly in the darkness of space, as they reached one of the worlds.

"Do you think this Lady is acutally important?" Donald questioned.
Sora shrugged. "The First Keyblade Master...she must know of some way to help beat the darkness....maybe the answer is in there, her journal....if we can find it."
Riku was skeptical of the journal. "Where have we landed, Goofy?"
"A-Hyuck! We just got ground in Agrahbah, fellas! We're gonna see Aladdin again!"
Sora and Donald lit up and ran off into the sunlight at once.

"Aladdin!"

Riku sighed, rolling his eyes in a manner most rude.
"Here we go....chasing rumors and fairytales...."







Short.

REally.
Sleepy.
I am!
Talk like Yoda I do!
Nee hee.....join website you must, please and thank you!
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Join Kingdom Hearts one you must also...'cause it is so cool..you get to make your own character....
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Please?

 

[Lectori Salutem]

Very short, yes, but nice!

 

[Davy Jones]

For such chapter, interesting, it was!

I can't wait for more of your story, Pinky Rose!

 

[Pinky Rose]

Bumper McBumperson!


.........................Bump!
......................................yus.

 

[Pinky Rose]

THIS is the part where I go into a descriptive format. I am lazy. This is a little obvious.
But I like to get to the point in things.

With recent events folding out about Terra working with Maleficent, I'm not even sure my story makes sense anymore....I is confuzzuled. BUT! I continue anyway. I shall ignore annoying magazine scans that hurteth my head and move on.

Basically, I will only be placing down MAJOR events that happen in the worlds, due to the fact I hate unimportant details....a lot.
A lot a lot.


So....I'd like to thankies all of you who have been soooooooo nicers to me....and I once again....*sobbeth* BEG you to join my RP website....and Zexion's too......cause it's.....totally freggin-fraggin sweet.
Oh, lord.....please? Don't make me cry. That would not be fun to watch.....trust me.
oh......
BACK TO SUBJECT!

So, without any further rant to upset/annoy you, Fiat Lux.
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Sora and the others had finally arrived at the palace, which had been crammed full of people. All were dressed in white, as flowers and tapasty hung from every nook and cranny of the ceilings. Sora looked around at all those in attendance and exchanged looks with Riku. Donald and Goofy also gave one another strange looks, until the taller lightly poked a gentleman and spoke to him.
"Uh, pardon me sir, but what's happenin?"
The man gave a curious glance and informed them with a tone of obviousness.
"The Princess and Aladdin are to be married today, of course! The wedding is about to begin, you know....you'd better get properly dressed."

Sora was about to reply when a voice interrupted him.
"Sora, Donald, Goofy, is that you?!"
They turned to face a tall young man in white clothing, a turban covering the majority of his black-night hair and oak eyes.
"Aladdin!"
The soon-to-be-Prince smiled and embraced them. "Guys! I've missed you a lot and--" He peered at Sora. "You sure have grown taller!"
The Keyblade Master returned the smile. "Well, look at you! Married to the Princess? What luck!"
"Well," replied the other," I would have never got a chance to meet her if you and Genie hadn't helped me out! You helped me save her after all."
Sora looked about the Throne Room. "Hey...where IS he anyway?"
"He's free, remember?" Aladdin told them, walking them out of the room, "He's doing something in another world, probably glad he's finally--"
"HEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAALADDIN!"
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I fix later.

Me go nighty night.

 

[Lectori Salutem]

That was even short than the last... But YAY, a marriage!

 

[Pinky Rose]

Like I would really go out of the storyline......
I am sorry that I haven't been on in a long time. I moved to Germany and am talking to you all via school computer. Anyway, I wrote more, and I think you all are going to like what I am doing with the Disney Worlds. I added two additional worlds, which include the "ESTE VIERT MAZDA" which translates to "Place of Ultimate Light" and of course the "PEIRTE AZMAR LAS VORTE" which means "The Stage of Last Battle"

Speaks for itself, right?
Totally.

I wanna thank Davey and those of you who have been reading, even when I wasn't here.
Lookit, I am not going to PM you guys about my storyline! Stop asking me! I have like a bazillion Mails from you guys asking me about that. Stop it....please?


Without hesitation and commenting, I present more of Fiat Lux.

 

[Pinky Rose]

Sora and Aladdin spun around to see the beginning of the Genie’s crushing embrace, as he merrily smiled at the five heroes.
“Al, I’m sooooo happy for you my man! Come here and give your best man a great big hug!”
Sora laughed, and waved to the magical creature happily. “Hey Genie! How has your life of freedom been going?”
Genie turned to Sora and magically made a cup of tea appear in his hands. “Nothing much…vacations, new worlds, just the usual road trips. But this! This is something worth everything and more of those places! Al, it’s about time you got hitched!”
Aladdin chuckled. “Thanks, Genie….but I really should get going. I have to get ready to…wow…I can’t believe I’m finally getting married to Jasmine!”
“Yeah,” Donald said, leaning against Goofy, “Who’d have thought that when we met you we’d be helping you get married to the princess!’
The soon-to-be-husband nodded. “I owe you guys…you all really changed my life.”
Sora went into his signature, hands-behind-the-head pose. “Don’t sweat it! We couldn’t have defeated Jafar, or saved the worlds without you! I would have never found my friends, or my home if you hadn’t helped us out.”
Aladdin peered over the Keyblade Master, to his taller ally. “Is this your friend?”
Sora nodded. “This is my best friend, Riku. He and I are looking for our friend Kairi.”
The other shook his head. “Sora, I’m sorry…I haven’t seen her around…she’s the girl with the red hair, right?”
The two island boys nodded solemnly.
Genie drifted behind the pair and placed his two huge hands on their shoulders. “Don’t worry about it you boys! I’ll help you find her, if it’s okay with the big man over here.”
Aladdin beamed from ear to ear. “Genie, you’re free, remember? You don’t have to take orders from me! You can help anyone you feel like.”

Then, from the back of the throne room, boomed the sounds of a trumpet, hollering the engagement of the wedding. Aladdin and the others came to attention at once.
“Oh geez! I have to go you guys, I’m getting married!” The young man raced out of the room as quick as his feet could carry him; his white robes flapping in the winds he carried as he flew past.
“Well,” Riku muttered, turning to the door, “We’d better get going, then.”
Sora and the others looked at him in surprise.
“What to you mean, let’s go?”
Riku sighed. “Don’t tell me we’re going to stay here and watch this guy get married? We have worlds to save, and you’re thinking about cake?”
Sora frowned. “He’s our friend! We should stay here, it’s not like we haven’t already sealed this world already.” After he spoke, Goofy inserted that they had previously visited this world and already sealed the Heart on the very first encounter with Aladdin and the Genie.
The older boy began to get annoyed. “Sora, what about all the other worlds? They need our help, now. Kairi needs our help. We can’t stay.”
“I’m the Keyblade Master,” Sora told him, “Without me, those worlds won’t shut. I’m staying to watch my friend get married. You can go alone if you want, but I’m not going without seeing this.”
Riku’s blood boiled, but his face showed none of it. Calmly, he nodded, and began to walk to the throne room where the ceremony was to take place. After he had gone, Sora began to follow, only to be stopped by words of Goofy.

“You and Riku shouldn’t be fighting like that…all this time you’ve been lookin for one another, and when ya finally get back together, you argue.”
Donald nodded. “He’s right, Sora…Goofy and I have been friends for a really long time…and I know if I ever lost him because of some silly fight….well, I’d be really sad if I ever lost him.”
Sora nodded, and realized they were right. “That was sorta stupid…We have to save Kairi…and we have to save the worlds from the darkness. Fighting isn’t going to help…so I guess we’d better get out of here as fast as we can.”

As the ceremony began, the trumpets blared once again to signal the watchers to stand. Entering from the South end of the room came the Princess, Jasmine, who was escorted by a number of young women and followed in suit by a baker’s dozen of small girls, who scattered rosebuds across the crimson carpet which flowed to the North end, where Aladdin waited. Sora could see the smile on his face, and wondered if he too, would ever find the girl of his dreams. For a moment, he almost told himself that he had, in fact, already found that person somewhere in his heart….but then found he could not recall who it was that his heart belonged to, and decided that his mind had been playing tricks on him.
Jasmine beamed as she passed, and waved to Sora and his company, who repeated the greeting and sat with the remainder of the crowd.
The sultan opened his mouth to speak, when his eyes looked up at the balcony and he uttered a cry most frightening to the ears of the people.

“Wh-why, it’s the Forty Thieves!”
Panic. Disaster. Men in dark clothing raced about, collecting jewels and gold. This is when Sora and his party came to the rescue; Aladdin also springing into action with the call of saving others at hand. There was pounding, smacking, and all in all, there was little to no mercy from the soon-to-be-husband of the bride. The force alone was astounding to watch, as the man bounded from enemy to enemy, striking with shocking precision and power to the foe.
Sora wiped his brow and looked up to the Genie, who was counting each thief as they fell to the ground.
“How many are left?!”
The being shrugged. “Thirty-Eight…and that’s Thirty-Nine…”
Aladdin watched the last of the room topple to the floor. “There can’t really be Four-“
There was a crash from the Treasure Room.
Sora nodded to the others, and so they raced as quickly as they were able; bashing down the massive door with a single push, and barging into the gold-encased room where the final of the Forty Thieves stood stock still with two stave in his hands….one which was wooden, as obvious weapon…and the second being of gold and jade, which bore a woman’s face and a scarab beetle upon the bejeweled hilt.
“Stop it right there you!” The Keyblade Master shouted, pointing his weapon at this mysterious foe.
The man turned, heading for the open window which lay at the very top of a pile of gold and jewels, Aladdin bounding right behind him at his heels. Riku sprang in front, trying to trip him, only to be used as a stair to position the thief near to halfway up the treasure mound. Sora turned to his knight.
“Goofy! Trinity Limit! Whirli-Goof!”
He understood, hurling his magnificent shield at the base of the mans’ foothold, thus sending him and a pile of treasure pouring onto the tiled ground of the palace.
Aladdin stormed over to this man, where he placed a hand and raised him to the air.
“Who are you, and why have you come here?!”
There was a moment of unusually eerie silence before this man spoke. His voice seemed almost oddly familiar…in a rather shocking manner.
“Good to see you’ve made well of yourself, Aladdin….you father would be a proud man indeed, seeing his son marrying the Princess…very proud indeed.”
This being spoken did he throw a small pellet, which released a cloud of thick smoke. Within the stroke of a minute, he had vanished.

Sora looked around and sighed. “He got away…”
This is when he saw his old friend frozen in disbelief, and spoke to question him.
“Aladdin…what’s wrong?”
The other replied, almost as if in a trance, as his bride walked in with her father.
“My…father is alive? But…how is that possible?”
Riku cocked his head. “You don’t have a father?”
“I never had a family,” said the young man, “I was born a street-rat…I only got this far because…Sora helped me save Jasmine from Jafar…I never knew my father.”
The others watched in total silence as he fingered the jeweled staff.
“I wonder why he wanted this…?”
The Sultan reached up and plucked it from his hands.
“This here is the Staff of Oracles…it has an uncanny power of telling the future…the past, present, or anything else you should wish to know…there was a catch to it though…I can’t quite remember. But,” said he,” If you really wish to work it properly, all you’d have to do is simply step outside and speak the words, ‘show me the way’. That should get it working; though I never did use it myself…I simply thought using it to better my monarchy might be a bit…dishonest.”
Aladdin and Sora exchanged glances, and the young Keyblader looked to his old friend. His eyes were glued to the staff. Sora knew what he was thinking.
“If you want to use it to help get Kairi back,” Aladdin said, breaking the thoughts of the Master, “You can. I know how much she means to you, Sora. When we first met, you were looking for her, and your friend Riku…and…I owe you a lot. I think you should use the staff to try and find her.”
Riku’s mouth fell open, and he looked from the jeweled item to Sora, and back again to Aladdin.
“I…I think that you should use it Aladdin.”
The Master of the Keyblade almost gaped in amazement. “What?”
Riku looked at the younger boy. “Sora, if you hadn’t helped Aladdin…you would have never made it past Jafar…and we never would have seen each other again. He needs our help…and if this is going to help him, I say we do what we have to…to help him…and to help Kairi.”
Aladdin stepped to him, and embraced him. “You have a good heart, Riku.”
Turning, the party stepped to the outside balcony, leaving Riku alone in the room. When the Master shut the door, and the room was in a quiet darkness, he spoke to only himself.

“You don’t have any idea…”



“So you really think that Riku is the key?”
Xangla nodded to Karnax. “Xehanort and Riku are closely related…you didn’t see? They both walk the path to darkness…you don’t remember Master Xehanort, you weren’t there. Trinitex and Axria remember, don’t you two?”
The others nodded.
Karnax appeared interested in this. “And what about the Chasers?”
“Only Terra lived through it all….it doesn’t shock me that his destiny is intertwined with Sora’s….”
“Of course,” Trinitex muttered, “Aqua and Ven died too quickly. Ven was an idiot to start with; he played around too much. I was, if I remember, a little more upset when Aqua died…”
“So was he.”
“I know. He really did love her.”
“Riku cares too much for Kairi, there’s no way he can escape our trap,” Karnax said, stopping the conversation. “The longer Sora waits, he will come looking for us in due time, and we force him to open the door to light…the Keyblade Master shall open the door to light.”
“I thought Sora was the Keyblade Master.”
Karnax leered dangerously over Master Oblivion, his blonde locks brushed into his eerie, livid blue eyes, as they pierced into his very soul. He spoke, softly, and made sure that his point was clear…for it seemed that this creature hated to be proved wrong, and this is what Oblivion had sought to do at this moment.
“Sora…became the Master after Riku fell. Now he is no longer a part of the darkness. Riku is the key. Sora, the fool boy, is not. He was simply the delivery boy.”
There was silence.
“So…what if they find the journal before our Nobodies can?”
Karnax chuckled. “Lady Keyblade doesn’t exist. She is an urban myth, made up by Ansem the Wise and some of the old dirt that used to exist during the time of the age of Ansem’s father…do any of you recall his Lordship Azgath?”
More silence.
“No. Ansem the Wise’s father hated that so-called ‘Keyblade Master’ only because she played about with his son due to the soul fact that he was to become ruler of the world and she wanted the power that came with wedding him. Even Ansem the Wise himself said that she was a minx who deserved being exiled into the world. She came back twice and by the second time, Ansem himself banished that woman from the Garden for all of time. That’s the fact. That woman never became a Master of anything. She died in some Heartless attack in a world called Traverse Town.”
Xangla and the remaining Keyblade Wielders kept mouths shut and thoughts well hidden. Giving away the loyalty to the Lady was something needed in their plans.

“Whatever you say, Karnax.”

MEANWHILE….

Aladdin had placed the staff on the balcony and uttered the words which would call forth the creature, as the sun set on the sandy lands of Agrahbah.
From the east came much smoke, which colored a jade green, and from this smoke appeared the apparition of a woman, dressed in a long robe, whose face was expressionless and emotionless as a stone. She spoke, not moving muscle nor lip.
“You may ask one question, and one question alone. Speak, for the night is not as long as one may think…”
Aladdin and Sora looked at Riku, who had just entered the area.
“Please, spirit,” Aladdin sighed, “Do you know where my father is?”
“Your father,” replied the being, “is being held by the Forty Thieves. There in the mountains by the seas you shall find him. Be cautious, for there is one way in, and only one way out of such a place…go now. That is all I must say.”

As the smoke vanished with the woman upon it, Aladdin looked to the horizon and saw a small pinprick of dust upon the final stretch of the sands.
“They have my father…”
Sora nodded. “What now Al?”
The other began to race into the Throne Room. “We call Carpet and follow them! We have to save my father from them!”
The party began to follow him, as the Prince stopped.
“You’re not too busy?”
Sora beamed. “Like we’d be too busy to help you save your Dad! You know we don’t quit until the job is done.”
“That’s a fact,” Goofy said. “Our job is to help save the worlds from darkness!”
Aladdin smiled, and gave a sharp whistle which summoned the magic Carpet from its resting place. Jumping aboard, Sora helped his childhood ally to his seat upon the enchanted cloth.
“Hang on tight Riku…this thing goes really fast.”
The other chuckled. “Magic Carpets, Genies…Princesses… no wonder I thought you were crazy…I guess this fits you perfectly…you always were a dreamer.”
“Come dream with me then. You’re a part of it too…now.”
With another whistle, the carpet shot into the stary night skies, as both Keyblade Masters clutched to the soaring rug as it flowed through the air…into the unknown beyond.





A white room.
She sits there, waiting.
Waiting for you.
Riku.
Where are you?


You are the one who will open the Door to Light.

You will save us from it.

You will save us from it…and from the Darkness.



Master Xehanort.





Terra, first of four Keyblade Chasers.
You will awaken from your sleep.

You have made a promise to her.
A promise you must keep.
You are his knight. You are his shield.

You must protect him.





Terra, darling and first of my four…
Do me only this.

Protect Sora.
Protect my Kingdom.

Without it there is no tomorrow for those who have fallen to the dark…
My kingdom of light.

My kingdom of hearts.

 

[Pinky Rose]

((NEW))

I am starting on the new sequel of this Fiat Lux which is entitled "Stanza Viers Mortes" which tranlates loosely into "Story that Ends in Sorrow."
Speaks for itself?
Yesitdo!

I've been doing a lot of work on another fanfic of mine called "Final Heart." Which is actually a combination of ALL the Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts characters in one nice little bundle. Of course, the main heroes of this game are Sora and Tidus, since they are the main dude of the Square Enix bundle.
Cloud and Leon are Generals in a resistance, Namine is a leader of a group of assassins, Vaan from FFXII runs a tank division........yeah, I am insane. No, this is not a waste of time. Did I mention that Axel and the rest of the Organization are leaders of Pirates!? That's freakin cool....

Anyway, the worlds I am putting down ((FOR THE LAST TIME STOP ASKING ME,)) are:

Aladdin--
The Little Mermaid--
The Lion King II---
Pocahontas-- (however you spell it)
Pirates of the Carribbean--(duh)
Atlantis the Lost Empire---
The Sword and the Stone---
Lilo and Stitch---(yay!)
Chicken Little----(Trust me, it's not as bad as it looks.)
Tron--(yay! I actually hate this level, but whatever.)
Bambi---(No more Winnie the Pooh! I'm going to combust if we do that anymore!)

 

[Pinky Rose]

Do dee doo deeeee dooooooooo.....

Leidiot updates!
On the KH forum I am advertising, a new war is breaking out. Should you happen to join, there's a Chernabog that needs fighting (uber rare event) and there's a dude named Trickster who is trying to take over the worlds....wicked sweet. Plus, you get to fight with me. That's like, the BEST part right there.
Totally.

So, here's a fantastically huge mass of stuff for you all to read......'cause I am cranking out the chapters now!

PRESENTING, the WORLDS BIGGEST CHUNK OF FANFIC.


The Carpet raced against the darkening sands of the wilderness as the moon, full and bright, began to appear in the starry heavens of the mysterious lands, and as the mass of sand and dust began to grow into a band of men on pitch-black stallions.

“That must be them,” Sora said, over the trampling of the hooves.
“Who else would it be at this time of the night,” Aladdin asked him, descending the aircraft to a point where they could see the man who had escaped them, leading the others who had not been taken prisoner by the Guards back at the wedding…there seemed to be only a handful… twenty had made it out of the ropes that had bound them previously.

Suddenly, the entire Calvary came to a halt, not far from the seas which housed a large mountain far from the shores, and the mysterious leader of this assembly alighted from his steed. Raising his right hand to the landmass in the centre of the bay, he uttered the most mysterious words…so familiar, like they had been taken from a fairytale.

“Open Sesame!”

There was a roar, almost as if a great beast had awoken in the deep, as the water frothed and sprayed upwards, creating a wall of water which parted like the Red Sea itself, revealing a path that could be traveled by even a horse. With a cry, this man leaped upon his stallion again and charged forward as the base of this mountain opened, and the eyes of our heroes could see that this was the lair of the Forty Thieves.

Aladdin and Sora nodded to one another, taking caution to make sure that all were silent at best, and urged the carpet as the last of the men made way into the ominous cave. Halfway they were, when the water began to replenish back into the bay, and the entrance began to slowly shut. With shouts from the party for the flying thing to go even faster, only by the skin of a tiger’s tooth did they manage to infiltrate the prestigious base of the thieves…while crashing into a pillar and ultimately landing smack dab in the middle of the thieves, who were just sitting down for supper by fireside.

Jeering and shouts rose from the pirates as they wrestled Aladdin, Sora, Riku, Donald, and Goofy to the ground, and placed a rock upon the carpet to prevent escape for it. Finally, when the mass of male bodies parted, there stood the mysterious leader, whom had previously eluded them in the treasure room. His poise was astounding, as he stood in the glory of his mangy men, and he spoke in greater pride than that of before.

“Well, lads…you’ve found the lair of the Forty Thieves! Congratulations!”
More laughter from the others, as he raised a hand for silence.
“I wish we could allow you to leave, but it would seem that you know too much of our little hiding hole…so we must not behead you.” He nodded to a tall, bald man with crooked teeth, as he held in his hands a gleaming golden axe, most likely another steal from another crusade of past reference, which I could not possibly describe in detail due to lack of information of the band of thieves themselves.
However, Aladdin was still of worry for his father, and questioned the leader himself before the motion of death was preformed.
“What have you done with my father?!”
There was a stunned silence.
“You think we keep prisoners?” The other questioned; his tone of almost bemusement.
“The Oracle of Miracles told me that my father was here, with the Forty Thieves! I came to see him. Please, I must know if he lives!”
The head of the men looked almost shocked. “We’ve not had a prisoner….never in our lives have we kept a man hostage here. You are ill, lad! Tell me; are you not Aladdin, the hero of Agrahbah? Riddle me this…did you yet once, while you wooed the lady, thought about your father?”
A quiet shame brought itself to the young mans’ face. “More times than that I can tell you, sir…I’ve never known my father…I only just found he was alive…nobody knew where he was…not even my mother.”
He placed his head on the cutting stone and sighed. “I’ll never know now.”
Sora tried to comfort him. “Don’t worry Aladdin…we can take these guys…we’ll figure out a way…”
“Don’t bother yourself with that,” uttered the words of the mysterious man, “You’ll earn right to your lives and your father with that of the three tasks I order you.”
Riku sighed, and looked to Sora. “You had to open your mouth?”
“You’d rather be dead?”
The older boy chuckled. “Thank you.”
They were cut from binds of rope and forced to stand by the captors, as the director placed a hand to the cavern ceiling.

“You shall fight my men! The best of my Forty escaped with me from the palace, and you shall fight them all. Beat Jazeem, my best man of all,” said he, motioning to the bald man who had previously motioned to chop off their heads, “And you shall earn both your freedom, and your father.”
Sora clenched his fist and shouted back to this man. “We’ll take everything you can throw at us! Bring it!”
“Yeah, bring it!” The others echoed back as the Master taunted these men. Riku stayed silent, analyzing each man as he stood with weapons held, menacingly.
Aladdin smiled, placing hand on Sora. “Thank you for helping me find my father, Sora.”
“Hey, I’d do anything for an old friend…”
The leader chuckled, his laugh bouncing off the empty walls of the lair as a gong was rung, and the battle began.

One set. Two and Three…they went on and on, pairs of five or six at a time; some with knives and some with swords, some with cannons or explosions, all falling before the superior might of the Keyblade Masters’ party. It wasn’t until the final set, the man who was named Jazeem (I forgot how exactly it is spelled,) that the head of the pirates motioned for a pause, his voice called to the party.
“Keysword boy! You and the Prince both! You shall fight without the use of your allies!”
Sora and Aladdin exchanged glances of pride, and the elder spoke. “Come and get it then!”
The order was called out for the fight to commence as Jazeem, whom had not been properly seen with his weapons by Riku nor the rest of the party, suddenly to the surprise of the fighters unsheathed from his gloves a set of extending blades of gold. Jazeem lurched, bringing his weapons to the throat of Sora, as Aladdin fearlessly aimed for the back of his foe with a kick that sent him toppling upon the ground. When the Master went for a high five, he was grabbed, and sent flying across the main room into a section where the footing was thin and unstable for combat, leading to a large cliff-like area at the top which loomed over a gurgling, angry ocean. However the circumstance, Sora shot a ball of flame at the adversary, not taking into account that he would come after him. Aladdin raced after the two as they fought; parry, strike, duck, lurch, leap…counterstrike…the battle seemed almost unending ‘til Sora was struck down by a superior blow from the claws of the thief, with Aladdin only steps behind, who was unseen by the antagonist.

“Fool of a boy,” sneered the evil man, “I’ll kill you and your fool friends just for the pleasure of it!” He raised his hand for the final blow, but did not see the walloping punch from that of the near-married male, which sent him flying over the edge of the cliff, into the swirling waters below, where he disappeared into the frothy sea.
There was a stunned silence which came over the entire cavern, and the leader himself shook his head. “Serves the man right for thinking death to be greater than plunder…he always did put the harm of others before the love of the steal.”
Sora and Aladdin were still standing at the foot of the cliff, as the one who spoke came up first, followed in suit by the men who had the remaining party captured.

“So, you have killed my best fighter….interesting indeed. I’d say you’d done us the favor of having us kill him ourselves…he was becoming quite the rebel.” He motioned to the others, who were released as walked over to the aid of Sora. “Now, you earn your right to freedoms, and you may see your father, boy.”
Aladdin looked from each face of the men, and back to the leader. “Where is he?”
The man laughed his voice in unison with the booming thunder beyond near the sea. After he finished, he wiped his eyes and looked at the party directly in the eyes.
“I of all people ought and know where he is…” He lifted his hood to reveal a well rounded face, with a short beard and lengthy hair which were both a hoary-black color. Something in his sparkling smile and livid brown eyes illuminated familiarity… and then it dawned on them as he finished his sentence. “Because I am your father, Aladdin.”

There was a long period of shock and amazement as the leader of the Forty Thieves chuckled again, and turned to his men.
“This here is my son Aladdin. His mother died a while ago, and I had to leave the boy on his own…I met you all and became your leader…and forgot about him.”
More silence.
“I didn’t think he had stayed in Agrahbah,” he continued, “I’d heard someplace that you died in some Cave of Wonders, and then heard some other place that you were killed by some Genie…strange things you hear when you travel…”
More, even more awkward, silence.
“Anyway, we should set down for supper, since we were quite interrupted by these buffoons…” he turned to his son. “Are they servants of yours?”
“No,” replied the other, almost too frightened to speak, “they’re my friends…Sora, Donald, Goofy…and this is my new friend, Riku.”
“Any friend of yours boy is an ally of mine,” said the father with a grin as wide as that of a hungry tiger, “So you all may eat your fill! We’ve much to speak of…”

A dinner was prepared and served, with much merriment and gay, until then end in which the men went to individual business, when Aladdin’s father escorted them to the treasure hall, where they stood in awe at—

“This boat is made out of gold!” Sora uttered, almost in disbelief.
“I know,” said the old man, “and it was here that King Midas himself made his treasures hidden from the world…all except the Hand of Midas…the source of his abilities to make anything into gold. It was lost to all man, said to be hidden by the King, so that no man may suffer his fate…” A pause. “That’s his highness over there,” he told them, motioning to the eerie, almost haunted statue of a golden man. His face was frozen in fear and anger, and the position he held made it almost seem that he had been struggling against someone.
“He was turned to gold by his own creation…and he’s been here ever since. He sent for the hand to be hidden from the world…and the last of his Guards is right here…our bloodline, Aladdin. King Midas’s unending gold was meant for us, for all of Agrahbah! That is why I’ve been hunting for it for so long! I wanted a better life for all of us…who were down there…” Another pause, before he continued. “You know what the streets are like, son…living there was not a pretty way of being alive….you of all people ought and know those sufferings.”
A nod. “Yeah…I do.”
“Good! Then we set out at dawn, just your friends and us! It’ll be something grand—“
“Dad,” questioned the son, “I have a favor to ask of you first…”
“What of it, lad? Anything for you.”
“I…want you to come to the palace…to see my wife, and to see me get married. I…I want you to see what it’s like. I know you never got a chance to live life well…and then, when we’re done, we can stock up on supplies and find the Hand, together!”
His father paused, not seeming at all comfortable with going to a palace that wished his head on a platter.
Sora directed his attention elsewhere. “You’re his Dad! You can’t be executed. You’re the father of the Princess’s Husband. It comes with perks!”
“Yeah,” added the knight, “You can even stay in the palace! That’d be swell, a-hyuck!”
There was even more relent from the old man, until Riku spoke.
“You saw all that treasure they had,” said he, “And, we can ask the Oracle of Miracles o help us find where the Hand of Midas is.”
“And,” Donald said, knowing where Riku was heading, “There’s bound to be some sort of information in the Hall of Records.”
This appealed to the leader of the Forty Thieves. They spoke to his interests, and he was nearly hooked.
“Do I have your word that you will not let me be killed?”
Aladdin was astonished. “Wh-Why would I let them kill you?”
The old man looked equally surprised. “You’re not mad at me for abandoning you? I left you alone in the world, with nothing at all! How is it you can still love a man like me?”
Aladdin chuckled. “You’re my father…I’ll always care about you…I’d never let anything happen to you…just like I know you’d do the same for me.”
In an embrace, the father was soundly captured in an invisible family trap.
“…you really are your mother’s child…You have a heart greater than the sun and skies…”
The son beamed, and seemed happier than Sora or his party had ever seen him. “Then let’s go, right now! You can even see the Genie and-“
“You have a Genie?! What have you been doing this whole time boy? Luck strikes you well m’lad!”
Sora nodded. “There’s a lot more that your son’s done, trust me.”
The Prince took his father by the hand, and lifted him upon the freed Magic Carpet, which took off through the passage, which opened to the words that had been used to previously open, and into the dim skies of the sandy world.


Flying onto the balcony in the middle of the sunrise, the party came across the Genie, who was silently sleeping in pajama and hammock which he had, obviously, magically made appear. With a stir, he opened his wide, animated eyes, and looked down on the others with glee.
“You’re back! Why, you didn’t even tell Jasmine you left! She’s been worried sick about you for hours and hours on end! You really should-“
“Genie,” said the Master, “Guess who this guy is!”
The magical creature observed this man for a minute or two, and then gave up.
“Genie,” Aladdin told him, “this man is my father.”
“Your dad! Well dip me in oil and call me slick! This is an honor, no a privilege—Oh, this is the best! I can’t believe you actually found your Daddy-o! Your home spud, your old man!”
“Quite the animated sort isn’t he?” The father questioned.
“Yeah, he’s always like this.”
Riku smiled as the Genie continued his rants about the beloved father of his former master, and Sora came up beside him.
“It would have been better if you had come with us here the first time…you’d know a lot of people….the worlds a full of a lot of good people.”
Riku nodded. “I wish I could have…people really like you, Sora….maybe this was the way it was supposed to be.”
“We may never know what lies ahead, but we’ll always be friends…”
Riku gave his best friend a solid high-five. “Right until the very end. We stick together from here on out.”
“You know it.”

43 years ago…


A young female laboratory worker, with crimson locks and blue eyes walks the hallways of a beautiful, fresh, Radiant Garden. Flowers bloom everywhere. A shimmering lake gleams in the sun of the afternoon, as a young blonde man, the son of the current ruler, walks the cobblestone pathway beside it. This is his favorite place to ponder the mysterious world about him. People in lab coats and ordinary clothing also walk the halls, for whichever reasoning it may be. The ruler of this peaceful world, dedicated to understanding and knowledge, is Lord Azgarth the Great.
She knows that his son is there. He is always there at this time of the day. She leaps onto the banister and slides down without a single moment of unbalance; a trick taught to her by the man she first met on this world, which she calls her second home. She lands, and breaks into a gallop to the willow tree where he sits, silent.
He sees her. She laughs as she plows him into the plushy, emerald grasses, and they roll down towards the banks of the lake. He stops her from becoming soaked by lifting her away from the water, only to become wet himself. They both laugh as they stomp out of the water, and lay down on the grassy plains.

“Ansem, why are you so kindly to me?”
He looks up, his livid blue eyes sparking almost in unison with the water itself; his beard is absent due to his youth, and his demeanor is gay and playful. “A gentleman is always good to a lady.”
“You’re never this lively with the other girls…the aristocrats your father wants you to wed.”
“You are intelligent; one of the few I can have conversation with and they understand and respond with as much enthusiasm as myself. We both love the stars and skies…you are the only one who understands my longing to see another person…from another world.”
“You already have.”
“You don’t count, lady.”
The young woman sat up. “And why ever not? I am from another world, am I not?”
Ansem chuckled. “Tsarina, yes you are…but you are not inhuman.”
“Who said that?”
“Don’t be silly, I asked your brothers and sister.”
Tsarina giggled. “How do you know we all are not?”
“They would not lie to me, Tsarina…neither would you.”
“Of course not. We weren’t raised in that manner. My grandmother detested that.”
“My father hates liars…the aristocrats are something similar to that of weasels.”
She laughed.
“I’m funny to you?”
“You’ve a good sense of humor, yes Lord Ansem.”
“I don’t rule this world yet,” said he, “But when I do, there shall be changes.”
“How so?”
Ansem looked down at her, as the sun shined upon her, lighting up her entire form in shimmering bliss, due to her being wet. “A man will choose his own life, instead of being forced to love someone he does not.”
Tsarina was interested now, and she sat up. “In Traverse Town, you could do such things. We aren’t ruled by a Lord…we elected a Mayor, you see.”
“That’s simply it, though,” he told her, disappointed she had not caught on, “I want the people to make decisions, and I carry them out…but father won’t listen to me…he only cares about his pure bloodline.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
He chuckled. “That it is…”
Silence.
“Father is holding a banquet that shall last three nights…to celebrate my ruling of this world…he’ll retire soon, he’s getting old.”
“I shall be there, Ansem. I wouldn’t miss it for my own Grandmother’s funeral.”
She shouldn’t have said that. She would come to regret it in time.
Ansem nodded. “I would wonder if you would accompany me there, perhaps.”
There was a pause.
“You do…wish to come with me do you not?”
Nothing was said.
“You do not like me?”
A smile, of laughter. “I wished to see your face if I did not answer! It’s most humorous!”
They both burst into laughs, as a shadow cast over the two in shape of a man.
“My answer is… I should love to come with you Ansem!”
“It shall be my pleasure.”
“AND it shall be MY decision!”
The two stood up at once, Tsarina going down into a bow, her head almost to the point where her nose went down her gown. The Lord of the world was stone-faced, his golden hair slicked back and his mustache cut to a pattern that his son would almost mirror exactly in a period of twenty years time. He narrowed his harsh, brown eyes, and spoke in a voice that could have been mistaken for the grinding of two boulders.
“Ansem, my son, may I speak with you…” his gaze cast cruelly to Tsarina as he uttered the last half of his phrase, “Alone?”
The young woman nodded, and turned, not looking into the cold stare of her Superior, as she hurriedly left for the castle again. When she was far enough away, the older man turned sharply to the other.
“What have I told you about that girl? She is from another world, an orphan! That young woman is not of pure blood! I will not allow you to ruin our family’s tradition! I married your mother only because-“
“She was a beautiful individual, who sadly died by disease,” Ansem finished, almost as if his father had told him this many times before, which was apparent by his tone of voice. “Can you not at least make an acceptation? Grandfather himself didn’t approve of you and mother, but you still-“
“Your mother wasn’t from some other world! This girl could very well be poisonous.”
“Poisonous! You’re being ridiculous now! Your Lordship if you cannot accept us then may you and your world is simply damned until you can.”
“See here,” said the father, grabbing his child by the arm, “You are my only heir! If you do not rule this world, it will fall apart! You will ruin years of our family’s rule! Our ancestors would be ashamed if they could only hear the filth from your mouth right now. Marrying a commoner, and from another world of all places…you are lucky she is even living under our roof at this very moment! At least her siblings are cooperative! She is a rebellious demon who continues to rally her fellows to a democracy! The common cannot make decisions on their own; the world will fall into chaos!”
Ansem looked his father in the eyes, all gay from his tone and face, as he spoke into his face.
“Are you so concerned about the people, father…or your beloved pureblood line being contaminated?”
This said, he followed the tracks of the girl back to the palace/laboratory.
His father turned to his advisor, Cain, in worry.
“Sir,” said the lesser of the two, “Instead of shrilling to your son, could you not send the girl away? Perhaps in her ship, you can send her to another world, to chronicle the worlds? This way she can be occupied with an excuse, and Ansem can do nothing about it?”
The Lord nodded. “It must be done. I cannot have my bloodline tainted with that sort of…rebellion. She’s accident-prone for our society! If she should even get power to repeal my laws……oh, I shudder at what would happen to everything I have worked to build…our entire family would be a mockery. That girl and her siblings, the nerve of them! They’ve already insulted my best scientists, just by showing up! Simply because they built a ship that can go to other worlds, and that minx thinks she can go off and charm my son into power!”
He took a deep breath and chuckled.
“But that will change after the banquet…”
Cain spoke again, his warning clear, though the ears of the ruler were far from his words.
“But, sir… in my experience with romance…parting two who are in love can be far greater a disaster than leaving them alone……”


Poor Cain had no idea how right…and how wrong he was.




“Tsarina, really, do you think that this looks good?”
She turned to a tall woman with emerald eyes and night-black, curly locks, who was wearing a fuchsia gown, covered in pearls and lace.
“It looks nice.”
The other snorted. “You’re really a party-pooper Tsarina…you promised Ansem you’d be there! That’s breaking a promise. You remember what Grandmother said about that?”
“Yes Marcy, I know.”
“Then why don’t you go?”
Tsarina groaned, turning to brush her hair again for the fourth time since she had entered her room to prepare for the party later that evening.
“I’ve got nothing to wear.”
Marcy scoffed. “Don’t lie to me. You do!” She waltzed over and threw open her twin doors to reveal several hundred shirts, skirts, and labcoats…but not a single dress to be seen. The other sister blinked. “You don’t have a social life do you?”
“No,” the other told her, shutting the doors, “No I don’t. I’m working all the time. You know that.”
“So am I, but I somehow manage to go out and buy something for a party like this! Oh…Daniel and Marcus are going to be here soon.”
“They’re going too?”
“Well, unlike you, they’re not social recluses. We go out and party when the time is available…you should really go.”
The door to the room opened, showing two young men in tuxedoes. One of the men, seemingly older than the other, wore a blue tie to match his eyes and blonde locks, which came down at his shoulders, and the other, who wore red, had his black hair slicked over to the point where the tips of his hairs could easily reach the far point of his neck.
“My, my,” Marcy chuckled, “Marcus, you actually brushed your hair today…it looks nice.”
“Oooh, it looks nice,” retorted the blonde, as the other shoved him.
“Shaddup,” Marcus muttered, pulling his hair back, “You’re jealous little man…totally jealous.”
“I got a date…you have to take Marcy!”
Marcy and Marcus cast vivid shots of death in the direction of Daniel.
Tsarina snickered. “You all should get going…”
Everyone turned to her as Daniel spoke.
“You should really go Tsarina…Ansem is waiting for you, you know…”
“His father hates me.”
“Who cares,” Marcy said with a snort, “The old man is going to retire anyway. Ansem’s in charge, which means that he gets to make all the rules.” There was a pause as she and Daniel chuckled. “Like marrying a commoner?”
Tsarina blushed, and turned away, staring into her own reflection in the mirror.
“Seriously man,” Marcus said, “You’re the littlest besides Beatrice and Abel back home…it’s cute that you have a boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“He likes you.”
Tsarina turned. “Now how is it you know Daniel?”
The eldest smiled. “Why, I happen to have lunch with him, as a matter of fact. He talks about you often.”
“You’re telling me that to make me feel better. I’m not going. I can’t…I’ve nothing to wear.”
There was silence.
Daniel and the others turned to the door to leave.
“It’s a fairytale ending…and you’re worrying about what you’re wearing?”
“I’m no princess…I’m no fairy.”
“Just because you don’t look it,” Marcy said, as she shut the door, “Doesn’t mean you can’t have a happy ending you know…Grandmother would want to you go. She always wanted what was best for us…it’s why we’re here now, isn’t it?”
And she was alone.

So she thought.



In tears she sat in front of her mirror, as she shut her eyes, she sensed company, and turned to her bedpost, where an elderly woman, dressed in baby blue robes, sat. Her dimpled face was merry, and her snow white hair reflected her age. Her eyes sparkled with a glimmer of a distant star as she talked to the young girl who sat weeping.
“Why is it you cry, child?”
Tsarina shouted, fell out of her chair, and stood back up again, shaking like a leaf.
“Wh-What are you doing in here?! Who are you?!”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
She was dumbstruck. Something about this woman was unusual, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“…I can’t go to the ball.” How cheesy. She sounded like Ella of the Cinderplace.
The woman chuckled, withdrawing a small stick of silvery wood. “Close your eyes.”
“You must be joking.”
“I’m certainly not. If you don’t believe me, I’ll do it with your eyes open.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t argue with me, please close your eyes.”
There was a hesitant moment, and, for a certain period of time she really did believe that she was in a fairytale…for in that instant was she placed in a gown that reflected the grassy banks of the lake she and Ansem adored so much. In a daze, she toppled back onto her bed, reaching for her head to steady herself, and found she was also wearing a tiara in suit. Looking up at this mysterious woman, she finally found her voice.
“That’s….how did you…are you a fairy?”
“You could say so. I’m the Fairy Godmother.”
“Th-Thank you…but…why are you helping me?”
The Godmother chuckled, and patted her on the head. “My dear, you’ll help me sooner than you think….you’ll be saving a lot of lives in the future, if you make the right choices.”
Tsarina was puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out eventually,” said the other, who began to vanish in a flare of azure sparkles. “Until we meet again, Miss Tsarina.”
And she was gone.
Still shocked, still utterly confused, Tsarina remembered that now, she was able to see Ansem…she breathed in those words for a moment, and felt happiness return to her. Yes, she could see him now.
Standing, though uneasy in her state of shock, she raced for the door and flew down the banister with a faster foot than she had ever done before.

She was going to see Ansem.


Entering the Great Hall, she beamed. She was the wind, the grass, the trees…beauty and grace all in a package. This was her fairytale, not mattering how or why. She had to see him. Her heart was racing, she looked everywhere…
Something touched her shoulder. It was him. The usual labcoat and attire was his dressing, but his face wore a brighter smile than she had ever seen on his face.
“Tsarina…I hardly recognized you when you entered…you look astounding.”
Blushing.
“Would you like to accompany me to the balcony?”
“Would your father mind?”
He laughed, nodding to the chair where his father sat. “He won’t, I assure you. He’s not to bother me about what I do now…I’m close to ruling this world now…We can do whatever we want.”
There was a moment, before he took her by the hand and led her up the stair…pushed back the door…
The night air was fantastic and refreshing, and its chill enveloped them both in a blanket of cold air. The stars twinkled in a pattern within a pitch-black tapestry of blue and lavender, and the landscape was silhouetted in a shadow of the night. She turned to him as he came up behind her.
“You’re…shaking. Is something wrong?”
Ansem chuckled, his eyes sad, yet glittering as if telling a joke. “Everything and nothing all at the same time…”
“What do you mean?”
He took her by her hand again, and kissed it.
“You must know, that care about you more than I have ever cared about any woman in my entire life…I’ve fought my father time and time again, because he said you were unfit to wed.”
She suppressed a cry of joy and shock. “Y-You wanted to marry…me?”
“More than anything,” said he, “Please know that…my heart belongs to you…I must know if these feelings are returned, so that when I will not be totally shattered when you leave me.”
Tsarina gasped. “Leave?! Why must I leave, please-“
“You didn’t answer my question…please…do you care for me as much as I for you?”
She hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes for an answer, and then, when he was about to loose his hope, she spoke with the kindest words she could find in her heart.
“When the sun sets, does it miss the moon? Do the stars miss the dawn? Perhaps, but even I can never know. At first these were my thoughts on many things. But know this much, that since I have flown away from home, way from my younger siblings and Grandmother, you are the best thing that has ever come my way. There’s little to say of how I fell about you but the simple fact that I love you, and nothing more, nothing less, just as I am myself and the sky is the sky. It would be the greatest pleasure of my lifetime should I take your heart and give you mine, Lord Ansem…”
They both stared at one another for the longest time…and when they leaned forward, as Marcy looked over from the hallway and nudged Marcus and Daniel, who also looked over to the balcony and left, Ansem stopped himself.
“I…can’t do this to you.”
Tsarina shut her eyes. “You’re right.”
Silence.
“What was that you said…about my leave?”
Ansem sighed, and stroked her cheek.
“My father has sent you on a mission…you are to chronicle the worlds that you have found…we’ve got the coordinates in your navigations system… and you set for leave the day after tomorrow.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sighed. “Then let these be our last prefect days…”
From behind her back, she pulled out a red box. “This is for you…so people can tell you from your father…”
He opened it, taking out a crimson scarf and examining the silky texture.
“I made it during my spare time,” said she, with a smile, “I hope…you’ll wear it and remember me.”
Ansem smiled, and sighed. “I wish I could give you more than a simple word…to prove how much you are to me…but I promise you this,” he said, taking her hand and looking into her eyes, “That no matter how long you are gone, nothing will ever change. This place will be the same when you return…I promise.” He wrapped the scarf around his neck…and sixty two years later, he would still be wearing it in his eventual death as the mysterious DiZ. “I will never take this off, even should the world become opposite and I come to hate you body and soul. This is my promise to you…I will always care for you, and my heart will belong to you…as long as I remain alive, all these things I have promised you shall be in my honor…please promise me that you will still love me when you return.”
“Forever and ever…or you should have someone more worthy than I.”
They embraced, for what seemed the longest time…even into the night, and even still when Lord Azgrath stepped down, she was still at his side when he took the rulership of Radiant Garden.

Two days later…Radiant Garden began to become what we all knew, sixty one years after this day…as Hollow Bastion.



Current Time…





Lady Keyblade….
They say you were the finest of them all.

But your leave began a war that could have been prevented.
Would he have come if you were still here?
Prehaps not.

But wishing cannot change the past.
Neither can I.

They’re dead.
It’s all your fault, Xehanort.
You killed them by betrayal…and I condemned you to the name that haunts; even with your death.

For you did once go by another name…
Terra…
Aqua…
Ven…
And……..there was you.

The boy from the Islands.
She said you had promise.
She trusted you!
And you killed Aqua.
You killed Ven.

Why did you leave me?

I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately…and I have to wonder…if you are truly dead….

Why is it that I fell you still…breathing in my ears?



“Terra?”
“Why, Serenity…it’s been some time.”
“That it has.”
Silence.
“So…did you see him? How is he? …was he better than the last time?”
“Much, so to say…he doesn’t know too much about the darkness…I expected…more.”
“Heh…we were all that carefree, once…and then along came Master Xehanort.”
“You know I can’t recall that far.”
“Oh, yes…you were only very little…still living in Radiant Garden.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are….but you didn’t know…I thought that, if I erased his memories…he might have become a different person…but instead, he destroyed the world…he tainted the Keyblade Master……he’s done a lot of terrible things.”
“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of…you should know.”
“That wasn’t my fault. I thought she was going to help.”
“Well, look at Riku…Maleficent certainly helps…just not whom she promises.”
“Too true, Serenity…she always was an evil witch…I can’t recall a single moment where I was happy with the power of darkness.”
“Well, you’ll recover….just like Riku has.”
There was a pause.
“Right, Terra?”
“I don’t think he has.”
“Don’t be stupid, you never met him.”
“You have?”
“Accidentally, once…we spoke briefly.”
“And what about Sora, who saw that memory of you and…him?”
“I doubt he knows that I helped him…he doesn’t know it’s me.”
More silence.
“You’ve been doing a lot while I was asleep…”
“Riku isn’t going to make it,” Terra said.
“I think he can.”
“Don’t be so blind…he’s Xehanort with another style of hair…they’re nothing separate of each other. They’ve made the same stupid fights, the same dumb choices…over some girl.”
“You’re one to talk,” the other told him, “Because if I’m right, you’re the one who started the fights when you told Ven you liked his sister.”
“I didn’t like Aqua….there was more to that.”
“I know how you feel about her,” she muttered, “You know how I felt about Xeha.”
“Naturally. He was the only kind person you ever knew…no fault of yours that you blew up a world.”
“Yeah…”
“I have no room to talk, though…I ruined them all.”
“Don’t wallow in self pity…it’s unhealthy for the both of us…we can fix it, if we help them both…” She placed a hand on the pearl-colored glass, and smiled, with her brown eyes twinkling and her blonde hair mangled slightly by an incident unknown to the viewers just yet. “They just need to find the right path…we forgot to show Xehanort…there was always something in the way.”
“Too true,” said the other, his eyes still shut, his body still in sleep, as he drifted inside the flower-shaped chamber, “I can’t remember doing what your mother told me.”
“What was that?”
“She said to look after my brothers and sister….I forgot to look after Xeha.”
“You were pressured.”
“It’s still my fault.”
“That is the past…there’s nothing we can do now but change the future…Sora is the one who is supposed to open the door to Light.”
“That’s a bad thing.”
“Karnax doesn’t seem to think that.”
“Oh? He wants to open that thing so badly does he? Let him; he’ll be blown to bits with the rest of the worlds. Everything is made of light and darkness, of all things, a Nobody should understand even that. If that door were to open…well, you can get a picture. The only one who could live through a blast from that door is—“
“The Lady Keyblade.”
“She made mistakes too.”
“Yes,” agreed the girl, “But not for the sake of helping herself…usually when she made mistakes, it was simply for the cause of just that….sometimes we can’t help making mistakes.”
“Heh…we’re the ones to talk…We really did it didn’t we?”
“I suppose we did…like I said, we have to fix it.”
A pause.
“Serenity…how much longer until I wake up?”
“Not too much longer…a few months,” said the girl, looking at a panel on the wall.
“I shouldn’t have just pressed random buttons like that…I was frustrated, I guess…too sad and full of rage to care what happened…I just…sorta walked in and…got shut inside.”
“Well,” the other told him, with a smile, “I suppose I would be sad, if I lost the people I loved…”
“You have, though.”
“Not all of them…I have my sister.”

And then all was silent in the worlds once more.




((I read somewhere that, when he died, Ansem the Wise was about Sixty-two years old. At this current age, Ansem the Wise is meant to be twenty, and Tsarina is actually eighteen. Daniel, Marcy, Marcus, Beatrice, and Abel are the names of the siblings Tsarina’s grandmother adopted. Tsarina is actually the only one of the entire group related to ‘Grandmother’. I CAN’T and WILL NOT tell you what happens to any of the siblings OR Tsarina herself….because that has everything to do with the storyline. IF you think you know what’s going on…DON’T RUIN it for everyone else! Sheesh!

Please, don’t say it aloud…I want this to be a surprise when this is over with.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these extended chapters…I was sick of all these itsy bitsy bits anyway…I know you’ve all been very patient with me.))

 

[Pinky Rose]

Wow you guys....where did everyone go? Where is Davey Jones and Snowdawg and Lectori?

This upsets me! Where have all mi amegos go to?

 

[Davy Jones]

Here I am, Pinky.

After the hiatus in chapters, this was a welcome refreshment. And such a wonderful addition it was! Things just keep getting more and more interesting. You are a splendiferous writer!

 

[Pinky Rose]

Thanks a lot Davey....that means a lot.

More chapters coming soon!

 

[Aqua13]

i like it but it seems that u need some areas that i too over look. if u wish, u can look at mine, its kingdom hearts: LOVE ETERNAL BLISS vol.1

 

[Pinky Rose]

da da da! presenting: Fiat Lux psp edition! what's the diff? well, psp keys are quite tedious to type a novel out on... so what looks like a lot to me may not be so much for you all. I'll do my best to type diligently! --Pinky

so, today i'm giving a gift to the waiting: A HUGE glimpse into the sequel of Fiat Lux!

so, like I was saying: everyday I'll log via psp to give you all your taste of Sora & friends! Pretty please, send your comments via mail! ~Pinky (I wanna thank whoever nominated me on fanfic.net...even if it was just you!)

Chapter XXXV-- Death by fate "The Chasers tried to defeat Master Xehanort alone," Terra told the two, as his sad, blue eyes looked out into the dawn, "But we couldn't kill Xeha..." Sora nodded. "Xeha was...his name, after you erased his memories." Terra almost didn't answer. He seemed dazed, in a trance; which Sora questioned aloud.

"Something wrong?" Terra shook his head. "You and Kairi...don't understand..." The young exchanged looks. "By letting Xeha live, I doomed you and all your friends...especially Riku." "So," Kairi said, slowly, "Riku..." Terra was hesitant to nod. "Riku must be sacrificed to save the worlds...it must be done."

(Is that suspence or what!? That was less than a fraction of Fiat Lux's sequel! Think about all the goodies in between this!)

and now, a summary of Agrahbah's events!

 

[TwilightRiku_13]

Wow, this is a really good story you got going here. I haven't read the whole thing, but I will catch up. Again, great story.

 

[Mason Stark]

Pinky Rose, please don't double/triple post! Thank yewwww. :3

 

[Pinky Rose]

Ima sowiez! The psp has a rediculously short word limit...-.- Which is also why my sentences are crammed together.

 

[Pinky Rose]

And now.....a quick summary of Agrahbah, just like I promised!

As you remember, we left with Aladdins' father entering into the palace. Well, temptation is too much for the King of Thieves, and he accidentally lets Jazeem (not sure how he lived, he did fall off a cliff last I checked, but somehow he lived,) get the Staff of Oricles.

Bad things happen when evil people can have all their questions asked...so Jazeem goes off to find the Hand of Midas, and, without even asking nicely, takes Jasmine as a hostage. (Really ought to keep a leash on her and Kairi...you may want to consider one.)

So we go chasing off after Jazeem, onto this island lodged onto the back of a giant turtle. (Not good real eastate place, I'm telling you.) Then, Jazeem goes insane, and starts turning everything into gold. Then we fight him, and he accidentally turns himself into gold. (MORAL: if you have butterfingers, don't handle perminent things...like the Hand of Midas.) Then we escape, and Aladdin finally gets married, and his dad rides off into the mysterious moonlight of the sandy desert world.....ooooooh.

Now, Atlantica's turn.
Summary: Atlantica

So, once again, we meet one of our old friends; this time, it’s Ariel..and it looks like she and Prince Eric finally got hitched. Not only do they have that, but they now have a ten-year-old daughter named Melody. (Don’t ask me how that happened so fast…maybe time travels faster in some worlds more than others?)
Despite the time constrictions, Melody is now turning eleven years old, and in honor of this, she’s having a party thrown for her…with emphasis on for her, since it appears that she really doesn’t even want to have a party. Evidently, Sebastian has been demanded to watch over her, and people have seen her talking to him on occasion, so they think she’s insane, which doesn’t make her too much of a party person. She loves the ocean, just like mommy, but there is a hitch.
Ariel isn’t letting her out there! It’s a bit contradicting and ironic at the same time, right? She wanted to get away from King Triton and all that, but that’s a little ridiculous.
But when Sora and party get involved, it turns out to be a great, big mess. Sebastian accidentally ruins the party by landing on someone’s cake, and the whole thing turns into a disaster.
Melody doesn’t make things any better. She runs off, in a rowboat (oooh, I know, super fast right?) and seems to be too fast for…an entire fleet of Eric’s battleships. (Go dad. -.-) So, then the REAL truth of why Ariel doesn’t let Melody into the ocean comes out: Ursula’s sister, Morgona, wants to hurt her in some shape or form, to take over the ocean using the Trident, which she would get because of the leverage of having Melody. Now, Sora and the gang have to get involved, and thus are converted into their undersea forms. (Along with Riku and Ariel, which you can picture vividly enough, right?)
Meanwhile, Melody ends up right in the place she shouldn’t be going to: into the icy lair of Morgona. (I know, those things turn out just so conveniently, right?) Morgona quickly dives right into the little almost-teenager’s fantasies, and promises her she could become a mermaid forever in exchange for the Trident. Of course, Melody doesn’t know that King Triton is her Grandfather, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…much. Thus, off Melody goes to steal from her own Grandfather. She runs into a penguin named Dash, and a walrus named Tip, but really, the only purpose of those two was to 1: make a nice song, and 2: get Melody to Atlantica without major plot issues. (Like…how does she know where Atlantica is again?)
Well, Morgona knows Sora and friends are sea-bound now, so she cooks up a nice little Heartless named the Whalehouser, (My invention, fooz.) which should allow Melody to not only grab the Trident while Sora and the King are distracted, but it will also make it possible for the party to become a little worn down before they try and find Melody again.
So, Melody, Tip, and Dash arrive in Atlantica, rather conveniently as Sora and the gang do. Thus, the Whalehouser goes into action; spawning annoying amounts of underwater Heartless, while also attacking the Castle itself, as Melody snatches the Trident and makes way back to Morgona’s lair.
But we’re not stupid, obviously. (There may be questionable actions, but all-in-all, the party isn’t oblivious…) Ariel spots her daughter flitting away before she can totally escape from view, and, after beating down the gigantic whale Heartless, we go chasing after her.
Obviously, Morgona (being as evil as her sister, if not twice as jealous,) doesn’t keep her word at all, and traps Melody and her pals behind a wall of ice, while the tail and underwater breathing abilities wear off; not mentioning that the three are still underwater.
Here come the heroes to save the day. And we do! But Morgona has other plans, in the form of using the Trident to make herself bigger. (Which is all it really seems to do, come to think of it…) So, we defeat Morgona, and in exchange, are granted the Duel Trident Keyblade Chain, as well as credit for bringing land and sea together. (And think about it…no musical crap this time! Did you hear? Hundreds of gamers just cried out in perfidious joy...you’re welcome.)

Back to Twilight Town:
So, we meet back up with Hayner, Pence, and Olette, and nothing seems to have happened so far since we last left…Twilight Town is pretty sleepy. But there is something going on with Seifer (however unpleasant that sounds,) and he wants you to check up on it…IT being the Old Mansion. Apparently, he sent Raj and Fuu back there a few hours ago, and neither one of them have come back, which is sparking suspicion in the Final Fantasy villain. (And for those of you who have played VIII, you know how Seifer is when he’s suspicious.)

Against better judgment, (being Riku saying, “bad idea, bad idea,”) Sora decides to play hero some more (he is good at it, I admit,) and go save Raj and Fuu.
It starts out pretty normal for an old, abandoned mansion. It ends up not being. Riku says that they may have fallen into one of the trap pits, which lead down into the basement level. (There’s a basement down there?) So, we descend into the lower level, and lo and behold, we find the very place where Ansem the Wise/DiZ held his meeting with Riku before awakening Sora. The older boy knows for a fact that Ansem kept records that he never let him see, so naturally, Riku has a bit of a curious side to him.

After pillaging through Ansem’s things, we discover a few reports that hadn’t been filed, nor even really noticed before: The Ansem Report X. It goes into some descriptions about a room in the mansion that he can’t seem to find twice in the same area. (I suppose that means the room is magical, and moves around…like Harry Potter! …Except less stupid.) Sora and his friends (without Riku, who complains it as impossible) try and find this room, but all the searching does it upset the Keyblade in the form of violent shaking and humming…so Sora decides to stop, before his chosen weapon explodes on him. (Bad thing.)

Riku, by the time you return to retrieve him, has already managed to locate the two friends of Seifer, and helped them outside into the open. By the time you get out there, Seifer has already made it over to your location, and hands you a nifty little belt that does something cool that I’m too lazy to think of.
Now, although he should be old enough to know not to steal, Riku grabbed a bit of Ansem’s reports before we all left. Further scanning of the papers reveals a sort of Journal, belonging to a woman whom he says “Should never have left his line of sight, and thus, fell into the same light, and same darkness, as he did.”
Like that makes sense…right? My storyline is rather musing, isn’t it?

Well, back to Radiant Garden again, where we once again return to Leon and Yuffie and Arrow and all those people again. This time, Tron says he got some form of system that allows even deeper parts of the universe to be explored…and according to him, there’s a world the party has yet to explore that is close to being overrun by Heartless.

Thus, we leave for another world…which I am too lazy and bored to come up with a proper name. Thus I am calling it Thick Wood. (hardy har.)

Need some more?

How about some of this?

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The room was musty, and smelled much like moth balls and dust, mixed with grime and the familiar smell of an older man. On the table, there was a crimson trail of cloth, indicating that DiZ, or rathermore, Ansem the Wise, had previously been in this room, long before his unfortunate demise.

Riku eyed the room, and snorted the dust from his nostrils.
"This is the meeting room. We would sit here and talk while you all slept," said he, with a tone which specified he'd rather not go into detail.
The younger boy began to scan the shelves, fingering the flith on every layer of books.
"It's not very clean...it looks just like my room when I came back from our last adventure!" That was a joke, which Riku didn't take to with much enthusiasm.

Goofy was trying to open one of the drawers in the desk, which stood in the center of the room, having no luck at all. Sora noticed this, and came to assist; using the Keyblade to unlock the item within a moment's breath. Out came the drawer, which took the rather clumbsy knight with it, and clattered to the floor; scattering papers and manilla folders all over the already dirty floor.

Donald came over to examine these articles, pointing out a picture frame which featured a group of young men and women in front of a castle step: obviously Radient Garden. There was a pair of teens with black hair; a boy and girl, a tall young man with brown locks, another woman who was hugging the tall man, and a pair of two young people that attracted attention in the photo...not because they were in the center (which they weren't, as the picture almost cut them off,) but because one of the two had looked familiar. The gentleman, obviously Ansem the Wise with his red scarf and blonde hair, was beaming brilliantly and had his arm around the waist of a pretty lady with flaming red hair. Sora almost had the impression of Axel at the first moment's glance, but decidedly dropped the idea after noting her brilliantly green eyes. It was made further note that nearly everybody, excluding Ansem and the two twins with black hair, had green eyes.

Riku was peering over Sora's shoulder, and took the picture from him; removing the photo from the frame. On the back, were imprinted a few random names...Daniel, Marcy, Marcus...Beatrice...Myself (this was Ansem the Wise's copy of this picture, obviously,) and...the name of the final person was missing, whether it was the girl with black, blonde, or red hair, nobody could tell....but Riku believed it was the redhead...and he felt something odd about this woman, about her relationship with Ansem the Wise...and something wasn't right about her.

There were more papers in the folders, talking about these people in the photo in detail...
They had come from another world, the five of them, minus Ansem...and had built a ship all on their own, out of a material that fell from a meteor out of the sky. Daniel was the eldest child, and the brown-haired tall man they'd seen in the photo. The twins were named Marcus and Marcy, and were thick as thieves according to Ansem's reports. The blonde girl was named Beatrice, and was the twittering one of the family; always sure to correct a mistake and a perfectionist to boot.
But the name of the redhead was erased, with an eraser which was also recovered from the contents of the desktop drawer, and it appeared that there was something that had happened between the two which had made Ansem the Wise delete this woman's name from all this files.

What they did discover about this girl was about as long as the amount of information on her name. Although scattered hints and pieces of the reports found that she was a bright young lady who worked in the Star Research Center, and that Ansem was a close friend of hers, there was little to nothing else that even mentioned this redheaded woman.

After a few hours of scouring the folders, the party decided to make leave for Radient Garden, to try and see if there was any other information on these people that, possibly, Tron or Cid could gather for them.

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Why yes, I am made out of awesome.;P