Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
He leapt from one white stone monolith to the next, arms extended to keep the golden keyblade in his grasp from knocking against blocks of rubble. The Castle That Never Was seemed nearly as large as a pile of detritus as it did when it floated in the center of the world. But his gaze - which hardly flickered downward so much as to register where he’d land his next leap – was neither drawn by the immensity of the ruin he was traversing nor by the twin shadows in the distance.
The looming darkness was the new castles that split The World That Never Was between two powers. The King continued his ascent, not sparing them a glance. His dark hood had fallen backward with his movement, and his eyes raked the unbroken expanse of night as he traveled upward.
Even before he reached the crest of the broken castle, however, Mickey knew what he would find. The sky would remain dark and empty for as far as he could see. And sure enough, at the top his eyes searched and searched the sky, and then found precisely what he had predicted he would when he first appeared in The World That Never Was to explain the Organization’s return – nothing.
A thin stream of brightness bled from the darkness behind Mickey Mouse. A pulse, and the rivulet of light widened; within moments a silver door stood grandly against the darkness. After a slight waver it solidified. It waited in patient silence for the King.
When finally he noticed its presence and turned, the mouse did not jump, but his brow drew together in a slight frown. He raised a gloved hand.
The Door did not react.
It had no knobs, no keyholes. The King raised his keyblade regardless. The golden teeth were held before the center as if in challenge.
The Door did not react.
After a long moment the great key lowered. Mickey shrugged his hood back over his head and turned to leave.
The mouse turned back around quickly, his eyes widening. Just above his eye level, where the Kingdom Key D had pointed many moments before, a small window was forming. At first it was as if a hole had been carved in the door; Mickey thought he could see the sky on the other side. But then the colors suddenly turned monochromatic, and images flickered as if from a screen, grainy with static.
At first, the King thought the door was showing him a window into Timeless River. However, soon the blur of movement cleared into recognizable shapes, and the setting revealed itself. The grainy image displayed nothing like the black-and-white town where the Cornerstone of Light once lay.
Like he had thought before, he was being shown the sky in The World That Never Was. Unlike the present day expanse before which he now stood, however, in this grayscale replica floated the defeated, torn remains of the synthetic Kingdom Hearts. Hearts fell freely from the warped heart-shaped moon.
There was a flash, and the broken Heart was gone.
The scene went dark. Then a series of scenes began to appear in quick consecutive flashes, each appearing for hardly a second before flitting to the next.
A hand forming in the darkness, an ornate book, a slash of very spikey hair, a burst of electricity, a dark figure on all fours. . . . A man donning a cloak.
Mickey had little time to register his shock before the door shimmered, and then was gone as quickly as it had come. He stood there for a moment longer in confusion. There was no mistaking it – the mysterious door had shown him the Organization returning and, somehow, there was a relation to the disappearance of the synthetic Kingdom Hearts.
Then the King squared his shoulders in resolution. He had to consult Yen Sid on the identity of the door and the meaning of the images, alert the keyblade wielders, round up the Light. There was little left to doubt. The Realms were on the verge of a war where half the battle was gathering the information key to success.