Lost Words of a Late Tomb

Genre: General
Classification: One-shot/Theory-Fic
Rating: PG (at most)
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Original Preview Line: Fate runs on definitions of trinity. Three enigmas pay a visit to a dead world. Time is but a word to those who are part of the bloodline. But what do they relive, the past, present or future?

Original Author's Pre-Note: This is a theory-fic I wrote based on the secret movie in KH2, the first and really short one with the three people in armor and all the keyblades in the ground. Originally this was going to be the epilogue to TTR, but due to recent viewing of KH2:FM+'s secret movie, that idea has been brutally scrapped. However, I oddly like this and want to share it before the next KH game comes out. I'd like to look back on this and possibly laugh at how far off or close (by some slim miracle) this comes to what Nomura has planned. Feel free to share your thoughts on this or any theories you have.

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Lost Words of a Late Tomb
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Fragments of bone white and gnarled metal drifted about the murky void, only the largest island managed to hold itself together amongst the debris. The threads that composed time and barren dimension shimmered briefly. A trinity set of polished ebony greaves simultaneously met with the surface of the decaying island. Their oil-slicked armor shimmered and clicked as they collectively surveyed the wasteland that remained.

Each was clad so heavily in armor, not a speck of anything other than the raven metal was exposed on their forms. Despite the eradication of their features, their helms held melded traces of who was beneath the metallic masks. The tallest of the three had a helmet which had the most pointed appearance, like a dog's vigil ears stiff and straining for the faintest of sounds. To his right was a short figure with a flattened covering with metal ordained with a more curved likeness to a creature of the night. To his left was the lithest of the three, her crown of sunless sky was folded to the back.

The three shook their heads dismally at the aftermath of a catastrophe they seemed to have understood all too well.

A hollow and echoing voice rang from their vigil leader. "It would appear our comrade turned traitor and heretic found what he was looking for in this world of true destruction."

The night companion kneeled to the cracked floor and placed a gauntlet wrapped hand to its surface. He offered a tone of receding sympathy, "But, he tried so hard to come back to us. Why couldn't we just bring him back?"

The sunless maiden kindly chastised him, "He is called a heretic for a more then justified reason. He turned his back to us, and did it with the fullest measure of his soul, the circumstances are of little consequence. And this does not even begin to mention that he also committed the most grievous sin of our order-."

The vigil leader placed a halting hand on the sunless maiden's shoulder and she quieted, he spoke for her what their night companion seemed to have been unwilling to accept, "He made an attempt to destroy not only the order, but perverse fate's bloodline- our bloodlines."

The night companion stood from where he was knelling. He gazed up at the star stripped sky of the broken world as if searching for something grand that was missing from its unnatural composition. "They why didn't we take care of him ourselves? Our premature bloodlines were able to save the worlds, so why didn't we just save their childhoods and do it for them?"

This time the vigil leader shifted his gaze to the ground, the sunless maiden took it upon herself to purge the void filled with such harsh questions, "You shouldn't ask what you already know the answers to."

The night companion scoffed, the sunless maiden was nearly able to see the wry half-smile behind the mask of metal, "Humor me- I know what you tried to do with your bloodline's heir, Kairi. You tried to hide her away on another world."

The sunless maiden started forward, but was stopped once more by their vigil leader who spoke with renewed resolution, "And we all saw how that failed, fate still found her, but at least our bloodlines were there to aid her. And can you truly blame her? Had Riku, or your Sora been trapped on that world with that madman and his disciples, we would have done the same. She was merely preserving her bloodline. You cannot hold it against her."

The night companion turned and tilted his head curiously at their vigil leader, expecting the rest of the answer to his rhetorical inquiry. Their vigil leader continued, this time waving his hands to the post-calamity that surrounded them, "And as for us not interfering, the heretic made sure that all paradoxes would be locked until his demise. Even if we used the powers of light and dark- even the harmonious twilight, we would be unable to reverse the events that have transpired, for he is our own. And what the bloodline commits cannot be taken back by fate. That is our order's cursed gift."

The younger of them shook where he stood, voice crackling with utter hatred, "The worlds are separated yet only the three of us have been left to watch it- and our bloodlines are going to be punished with that fate as well! All of us will suffer no solace until what the heretic has wrought has been completely destroyed! And when in the kingdom will that be?! Another Ageless eon? Another endless war?!" The night companion felt the sunless maiden's metal hands wrap around his shoulders and his voice caught itself.

Night's companion looked from the hands bracing his shoulders back to where their leader stood. In their leader's hand was the newly materialized form of a metal weapon shaped in the outline of a key. Their vigil leader held it up and was turning it in the air to survey its deeply tarnished hilt, "This is the cause of such conflict taking place. Power that is accessible only to those of the bloodline, time and soul being all that truly defines each generation of bloodline's era as different."

The smaller of the two scowled from where he stood, but he did not break out of the loosening restraint of his friend. Their vigil leader spun the giant key slowly in his hand, "History is said to go in circles, but really it goes in cycles. It can try to divert from the seen path with near infinite twists and turns, but it will eventually run its course back to the beginning. And that's because after history treads every conceivable path, the only empty place left to go would be back to where it all began. Do you recall what this really means my old friend?" The keyblade came to a stop and the tip was dug into the brittle ground.

Night's companion remained silent. Their vigil leader resumed speaking his lesson, "Fate works in a sacred triad. It has never broken this unspoken rule. Everything is composed of three parts, everything. Just like the light, the darkness and the twilight- the vast grayness that divides the other two."

Night's companion heard a mirage of a sad gasp behind him. Morbid truth clicked in his mind. Night's companion stuttered and he felt the sunless maiden's form strain to hold them both back.

"Y-you don't- b-but that would mean-."

Their vigil leader gave them a forlorn laugh. The keyblade disappeared from his grasp in a spray of tainted particles.

"Each of us plays a role. We have all been told our roles of the hero, the innocent and the villain, and we must serve them well."

Night's companion shook with the weight of an undeniable destiny. The sunless maiden spoke for the two of them, "We just don't want to see you end up like the tragedy that met Xehanort."

Night's companion broke out of the other's hold and he dashed to their vigil leader. "You're not like Xehanort! You're not like that heretic! Y-You're a hero just like us! W-we'll make sure you don't betray us or the order! We'll save you!"

Their vigil leader chuckled with the deepest sardonic he knew, "Don't you remember what your stories told you? Villains don't have happy endings."

Night's companion launched forward and wrapped his arms around the metal of the other's arm desperately, "We can make one then! We're fate's bloodlines! We can change it!"

Their vigil leader pulled his arm out of his companion's grasp and leapt back to protect against further attempts. Their vigil leader began to speak quietly as he reached behind his head where the helm clicked in place, "I wish I could believe that as well but-."

The black helm came off and the other two gasped at the stranger's face their friend's voice came from. He let go and the helm hit the floor with a metal clank of finality. Darkened lids that were once pale skin pulled back to reveal eyes that matched the yellow gleam of their enemy.

"Fate has already decided I don't get a happy ending."

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Author's Post Note: As said earlier, this was based on the OLD KH2 secret movie. So in retrospect, yes things ARE different in comparision to the NEW KH2+ secret movie- and the reason why they don't have their "real" names.

Some clarifications, for those who may be confused, Vigil Leader = Terra/The tall one, Night Companion = Ven/The short one, Sunless Maiden = Aqua/The girl.

It had been written based on my own skewed thought process and what I'd seen in the KH games. Another point I should make is that there was originally more, but after watching the movie I decided to just cut it off there at that line which ironically works out in the end.