The Comestible Xehanort replica born from the Guardians' fear and hatred of the darkness and Xehanort LITERALLY projected onto Xavier.
Darkness is PURE EVIL and Could NEVER be used for GOOD!
He is not part of us - Not our kind
Xavier, "Kin" of Xehanort and the Heartless, May You Be Blamed for Their Sins!
False Xavier AKA The "Darkness" - Fractured Sky (Final World)
In one last test to see if Sora and his friends would indeed side with Xavier, the Dark Hero, the Light Order used all of their horrible memories of the darkness, the Heartless, and of course, Xehanort and his seekers of Darkness and formed the semi-final Comestible replica of Xavier. Unlike the unlikely hero he all know, False Xavier takes on the seekers' pure malice and pension for saying "darkness" a lot, even though he is indeed a being of PURE LIGHT. He taunts them into hating Xavier for using darkness and therefor must be put in the same league as the Seekers of Darkness. Sora hated Vanitas for siding with Darkness, will Data-Sora do the same with Hero of Darkness, Xavier?
Phase 1 - "Kin" of Xehanort and Heartless
False Xavier takes on the familiar form of Riku-Ansem and Vanitas-Ventus. He will even use LIGHT versions of ALL the seeker's moves. He is unhinged and will attack with mostly unblockable attacks. In depseration, False Xavier will summon a light version of the Guardian and uses it the same why Ansem SoD and Terra-Xehanort did. False Xavier will even absorb the guardians' painful memories to become stronger.
Phase 2 - The Storm that Took Everything
After taking so much damage, False Xavier grows more angry and takes the form of the combination of the Demon Tide and the darkenss smoke that destroyed the Realm of Light. In reality, this "smoke" is made out of fermented blueberries and chocolate to give theillusion of "darkness". Bringing back the horrible memories of friends being separated, it almost tempts Sora and friends to hate Xavier, but this light storm still wasn't enough to turn against the dark hero. Xavier's face is even fading from the storm, making it look more like Xehanort himself. The storm will launch debris from the replica versions of the world the darkness destroyed. The Comestible core in the mouth of the storm is the obvious weak spot.
Phase 3 - True Hate
The jig is up. False Xavier now casts it's seeker form and resembles the "dark sun" that is seen in the Demon Tide and in the Realm of Darkness, but with enraged eyes bursting out of the chocolate coating. In desperation, the core will fire several beans of pure light. All wile STILL mocking the Guardians of Light for failing to defeat the Darkness and accosting them for refusing the Comestibles help to defeat the Darkness once and for all. One mad dash to the eyes and this devious fake of the Dark Hero is no more and the true battle between the revived Seekers of Darkness and the true masterminds of the Light Order and begin!
What if the Ephemer we see in that KH3 scene actually serves as a waypoint for the keyblade wielders from the past who came to help Sora defeat the Demon Tide? Maybe those wielders’ hearts time travelled to that point and needed Ephemer there to guide them.
Summary: Based on @chibi-mushroom‘s Dragon Age AU for the Kingdom Hearts series, because we are absolutely winging the role for a certain OC of mine until certain events actually play out. ^^; Spoilers for chapter 7 of Dragon Age: Wayfinder, btw, technically. But if you already known the story of Origins, then it should be a dull surprise. xD
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,258
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Hungry. I feel hungry. So, so many of us are hungry. We do not know what we hunger for. We only listen to the commands of Urthemiel. Sometimes we look for the light of Kingdom Hearts. But we are still hungry, we still search, and listen, and look- we can not be sated.
We gathered to a place of many lights as Urthemiel told us to. We ate the lights, but we are still hungry. I gathered with my brothers to form one entity- a storm of hunger and darkness to eat more and more of those little lights that faded so easily. There was a light covered in a golden armor, a brave but foolish warrior. We consumed his light. We were still hungry.
Then we could sense three of our kind, but they held a light. Our beings do not have lights (maybe we would not be so hungry if we did), so we went to eat the light from the imposters. The oldest of the imposter lights tried to stop our hunger. The light inside of him was strong, we could barely see the darkness etched into the cracks of his armor. There was still darkness though. Not our darkness, but his own. We still overtook him and ate his light.
And for a moment, the hunger was gone. For a moment we felt… sadness, and determination, and lingering thoughts of those we once had but never knew. Would the child know about me?
Then our hunger returned when we saw the last two imposter lights. Darkness surrounded the last warrior, but with him was a mage. A mage with a very strong light. We wanted that mage. We had to consume that mage's light. We must have that mage and her light. It will complete our hunger. Her light will fill us all.
We must
have
that
. . .
The girl catapulted from her dream with a jolt. Her eyes looked around wildly before remotely recognizing where she was. She clenched her chest as tears started to drip down her eyes. Her breathing was shuttered as she tried to regain her sense of being. She was alone. The reason had been obvious before- it was because she had once more ran away from home. But now? Now something was different. It was a different kind of alone. It felt like something inside of her had died.
“You baby.” she mumbled to herself as she dried her eyes. “It was just a dream. Not even real.”
The feeling that someone important had just died did not leave her, however. If anything, berating herself only made her feel worse. When a shiver ran down her spine, the girl decided it was from the cold and worked to make herself a small fire. It was better than thinking it was because of weakness, however natural it would have been in this situation.
Further trying to reroute whatever aftershocks the daydream gave her, the girl tried to look over her map of Thedas with a sharp focus. Based on the old piece of parchment, Halamshiral was the last distinguished city she'd passed, and that was a good five days ago. It was also the last distinguishable city in Orlais too. She had to be in Ferelden by now. What she couldn't quite figure out was if she'd passed the entrance for Orzammar or if she still had another day or two to go. Not that she would actually stop there for a proper rest; no, she planned for that when she reached Redcliffe. By then she'd look enough like a vagrant she could probably pass as a common street urchin. Someone would take pity on her. Maker forbid she could find a motherly type instead of some sleaze that would sell her for a gold piece in exchange for a stiff drink. There were rumors that Redcliffe's arlessa was just the type. The perfect target for now.
The rest of the plan? It was to not be caught by the very people she was running away from; a backstabbing brother, a far too kind cat, and a stupid, old, and even-more-persistent-than-she-was rabbit. She was going to get that stupid bunny's family titles back whether he liked it or not. It's what made going to Redcliffe's arlessa that much more sweeter- she was once Orlesian. She would know what to do. She would be able to recognize a member of the deIsigny family. Had to.
A part of her wanted to be found by someone familiar though, that was why she was traveling along the Imperial Highway. When someone did, they would see that she was resilient. Brave. Not some stupid child that wanted to run away because she was bored with home life. This child had a mission- one that she swore she'd finish before any stupid bandit thought they could rob her blind. Before some stupid nightmare kept her awake at night to the point of nearly going whole days without rest. That last nightmare, the one about that… that man, it was different. It felt real.
But she didn't have time to think about that. She needed to get to Redcliffe. She needed to talk to the arlessa. She needed to prove that she was old enough to do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was to repay a stupid old rabbit for his kindness. It was almost a fault due to how often bad luck got in her and her brother's way. In her mind, the child did not believe she had a family anymore. No, her old family was gone. Her brother defected to the rabbit like a natural born while she still thought of their birth mother. There was no way that she would consider the rabbit her new father, and the cat her new mother. Not… not until this was done. Not until what was due was properly owned again. It was always eye for an eye, after all- and she wasn't going to let the world get away with taking the whole body again.
Not again.
In hindsight, she should have stolen a horse from that old rabbit. A horse would have made getting as far away as possible much easier. Maybe she could find a wild horse and tame it. It wouldn't be that hard. Give it some food, and space, and it would trust her within an hour or so. Getting the animal to let her ride it would be the harder part- but just having it to carry her few belongings would have meant the world. Assuming it didn't run away while she was sleeping, of course. Just add it to the list of things she planned to sweet talk the arlessa of Redcliffe into giving her.
Reading adventure stories had never been her vice. However, at this moment, a certain element of them was starting to stand out to her. This was like a rite of passage that those storybook heroes tended to take. A baptismal. A journey that only they could complete. She didn't know how long it would take her, but she knew that this was what she wanted to do with all her heart. No brother, rabbit, or some other useless authority figure was going to change her mind about it. Even if she wasn't yet aware of Grey Warden blood that flowed within her, you could almost bet on her success.
Her name was Sabrina Lillian Sidney, and she was going to be a force to be reckoned with one day.
