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A Story for Kings

"Listen carefully, my son for this is an ancient story. Long ago, before our kingdom, before the gods themselves, there was an age of… an age of Fairy tales."

"Listen carefully, my child. This is a story that most have forgotten. Long before this world there was another. It was a time known as the age of Fairy tales."

Instead of the gods guiding humanity, there was a light. A great sacred light from an unforeseen land known as Kingdom Hearts. At the time, there was no darkness. This great source of light was guarded by the first and most powerful of great weapons; The keyblade.

The weapon that draws upon the strength of one's heart a weapon that chooses it's wielder. Whoever wielded this weapon, could use magic, heal wounds, they could open any lock and unseal any barrier, gather hearts, even destroy worlds.

During this age, many had the keyblade, and they used it in service of the light, with five leaders to lead five unions. However even the greatest of ages do not last forever. Among the five leaders was a traitor… this betrayal lead to war between all five unions. What began in armies ended with only one survivor. And the world itself was shattered…

However not all the wielders fought. They foresaw the worlds end and stayed out of the war for one purpose. To take the pieces of the world and use their power to rebuild. And from that moment forward, they vowed to use the power for the keyblade to protect this new world. To make-up for the damage their friends and predecessors had wrought.

I tell you this story, my child so that you may understand what it is you risk when it is your time to rule.

"Father?"

"Merlin?"

"Do you think I could wield the keyblade?"

"You are the next king of Uruk. Of course, you are worthy," the king said as he looked over their kingdom, "But don't expect to find it. I searched for that weapon myself, not even the gods know how to obtain such a weapon."

The young child smiled, "I'll find it one day, then I'll be the best king ever."

The cloaked man was silent for a minute.

"Merlin?" The young girl asked.

"Arthur, you are noble and honorable, you are the hope of this kingdom, but like caliburn the keyblade chooses its wielder, but it won't decide if you're worthy because you are of noble blood. You must have a strong heart. However, you needn't have the keyblade, caliburn will be yours to draw one day. That will be enough for you to be king, do you understand?"

"Yes Merlin."

The young boy looked out his window that night to gaze at the moon, thinking of the story his great father told him. Of the weapon of great power that could destroy the world. He wanted to see it, he wanted to find it, he wanted to have it.

The girl dressed as a boy looked at the sword in the stone, recalling the story her teacher told her. Of the weapon used to guard the world. She wasn't going to forsake caliburn. If the vision Merlin showed her was correct, she didn't need the keyblade for what she was raised to do.

But still…

"The keyblade, I would like to see it."

Author's Note

Something I thought of. I don't know if I'm going to continue this, but I couldn't help but think that maybe, during the age of gods the keyblade legend was like a bedtime story for Gilgamesh and one of the reason's he gathered his treasures was to find it.