Greetings, all! I return after a summer of collecting and editing and forming and thinking and deleting and reforming to present the novelization of Kingdom Hearts II!

Just like my Kingdom Hearts 1 novelization, this is my interpretation of Kingdom Hearts II. To the best of my ability, I have fleshed out, adjusted, removed and added to the already excellent story in order to adapt it well to the format of a book. There will be much that is familiar in these "pages", but much, much more than the familiar will be present.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind any curious reader that this novelization, along with Kingdom Hearts I, is slowly creating my own miniature, fanfiction mythos of Kingdom Hearts, totally apart from any game released after re:Chain of Memories(except for, perhaps, 358/2 Days). This series will have its own KH3, and its own prologue story (based on what little knowledge we had back in the old days, back when Birth By Sleep was only the secret trailer at the end of KH2, and a glimmer in Nomura's eye).

So, as always, settle down with your favorite beverage of choice (hot chocolate always works well for me!) into the welcoming embrace of a comfortable chair. I certainly hope you enjoy this interpretation of the story of Kingdom Hearts II.

Chapter I: Prologue
A scattered dream that's like a far off memory
A far off memory that's like a scattered dream.
I want to line the pieces up...
yours
and
mine.

Before, it had begun with a young boy, floating in darkness. Now, it began with a young girl on a lonesome beach.

All alone she sat, fiddling with a small charm, awash in the glowing sunset. The ocean, huge and calm, stretched out before her. Unnoticed, the rolling tide crept in and swept a lone shell back out to sea.

angels in flight

Suddenly, the girl was no longer alone, and the beach was no longer a beach. It is instead a bent and curved tree, star-shaped fruit hanging from its tropical branches. The girl was joined by two boys, one spikey-haired brunette (the bright boy), and one silver-haired boy with mint eyes (the dark boy).

The Ocean, however, remained the same.

Amidst the sunset, the girl and the dark boy dissolved into wisps of sand, and the bright boy was left alone on the tree. The Island dissolved behind him, as the world changed to one dark-blue stone. Another world. Two companions, a knightly dog and a wizarding duck, now stood at his flanks.

Before him, a grand castle stretched high into the clouds. Between the castle and he twitched an army of small, black demons with glowing-hungry-yellow eyes.

With his two companions by his side, the bright boy took a long, Key-shaped sword in hand, and faced the hordes of darkness. The bright boy climbed higher and higher into the castle—until he reached the tallest room of the highest tower. There, he found the girl asleep. He stumbled to her; tried to shake her awake.

angels in flight

The bright boy looked over his shoulder and saw the dark boy standing before a glowing machine. The dark boy turned, staring his opposite down, and reached out his arm in invitation. Behind the dark boy, the Keyhole became a giant wave, and behind the bright boy, the world became the beach again.

The dark boy's hand was still outstretched.

Suddenly, the bright boy met the dark boy's sword with his own, now back in the castle. The dark boy's body dissolved around him, revealing the dark man underneath, all dripping shadows and drowning darkness and white teeth across a dark face.

The bright boy charged and opened a great Door. Light poured through it, covering the dark man and swallowing him whole. Through the Door, the bright boy saw the dark boy one more time. The dark boy, however, closed the door between them—ashamed of himself.

Although the darkness was gone, the girl was still asleep. So the bright boy took his sword in hand, and stabbed himself through. His heart lifted from his body, releasing the girl's own captive heart. Satisfied, the bright boy disappeared.

But the girl, not standing for either of their hearts to be separated, called the bright boy back from the darkness. But neither could stand for the dark boy's heart to be separated as well, so the bright boy left the girl back on the beach, and faded into the distance to find their dark friend.

angels in flight

The girl never left the beach, she never stopped waiting. The days turned to weeks, turned to months, turned to years, and the girl stayed on that beach and waited. She changed, she grew, but her two boys never returned.

Same girl, different story. A shadow of the girl sat in a white room, all alone. In her lap she held a sketchbook. She drew in it to pass the time. She drew so as not to forget. She drew to prove that she wasn't alone.

The bright boy and his companions were climbing, higher and higher, casting demons back into the dark. White rooms on glass stairs, filled with demons. Black hoods; red hoods—all were watching the actions of the bright boy.

The bright boy charged, the scythed man swung.

Elsewhere, the dark boy clashed with the dark man still inside him.

Both moving, sometimes ascending, sometimes descending.

The shadow girl looked up just as the bright boy entered into her loneliness. Her sketch of a glassy, flowered pod capturing the bright boy became reality.

angels in flight

The bright boy's eyes closed, and he fell and fell and fell. He fell across the never ending ocean to a small island. To the beach.

The shadow girl closed her sketchbook.

The bright boy lay asleep on the warm sand, the girl holding his right hand, the dark boy holding his left.

The boy fell again, then, through the sand—but it wasn't the boy. It was his shadow.

The shadow boy fell through darkness and water, coming awake on a circled, stain-glass platform, etched with the image of the bright boy.

"What's left of me now?"

Welcome to Nothing's Onslaught.
Welcome to Kingdom Hearts II.

It feels good to be at this again. :D
See you in the reviews!

~Mars