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“Oh, happy he who still can hope in our day
to breathe the truth while plunged in seas of error!
What we don't know is really what we need,
and what we know is of no use whatever!”
[ The video feed is difficult to make out at first, little more than a wide shot of a darkened street, half-crumbling buildings , and the murky sky. The NV is most likely stuffed into a front coat pocket, the camera partially obscured by cloth and the shadow of a body. But the voice-
The voice is familiar, and distinctive, and grand. Despite the coarseness to every syllable, there is a joy of purpose there, as though a sleeper long waiting has at last awakened. But the pace of his proclamation remains measured and calm, as though euphoria were everyday and its effects mundane. ]
“But the radiance of this hour
must not be marred by gloomy thoughts.
Mark the shimmering huts in green surroundings,
basking in the evening sunlight's glow.”
[ His words are full of fondness and an energy that belies his age. A gloved hand enters the NV’s perspective, only to vanish in brilliant inundation of light that washes everything out of view. Piercing and wrought from gold and silver, it dwindles seconds later, tightening down and down into the form of a Keyblade quite unlike any that Master Xehanort has wielded before.
Had he the inclination, he would explain the mystic weapon and its penchant for matching the form and heart of its masters. But that is a lecture for another day; in his other hand he holds a small, worn leather book and it’s from this that he continues to read.
In the distance, a writhing mass of dark bodies hesitate at the very periphery of the light’s reach. ]
“It fades and sinks away; the day is spent,
the sun moves on to nourish other life.
Oh, if I had wings to lift me from this earth,
to seek the sun and follow him!”
[ A roaring like wind, or fire, another painful deluge of radiance, and then Xehanort is among the throng of twisted creatures. His Keyblade flashes white, a guillotine sweeping down from on high. ]
“Then I should see within the constant evening ray
the silent world beneath my feet,
the peaks illumined, and in every valley peace,
the silver brook flow into golden streams.
No savage peaks nor all the roaring gorges
could then impede my godlike course.”
[ There is no contest. The Master, for all that his gait is slow and his posture hunched, splits the ranks of the damned with broad strokes, wiry beams of illumination blasting whole parts and whole bodies to ash. Every pass rocks the street with visible shockwaves, those few not wiped from existence summarily crushed and broken on the stone and bricks of the nearby buildings. When they leap at him from behind, desperate and foaming, he merely plunges the tip of his burning weapon into the earth and a great seal is scorched into the ground. Intricate runes in the shape of stars and circles and hollowed hearts twine around one another until their pulsing energies blast upward.
All darkness is swept away. ]
“Even now the ocean and its sun-warmed bays
appear to my astonished eyes.
When it would seem the sun has faded,
a newborn urge awakes in me.”
[ The awful glow gradually fades away. Silence reigns. The seconds pass and Xehanort breathes a contented sigh. ]
“I hurry off to drink eternal light;
before me lies the day, behind the night,
the sky above me, and the seas below.”
[ He closes the little book. ]
Such interesting things one can find in the library.
to breathe the truth while plunged in seas of error!
What we don't know is really what we need,
and what we know is of no use whatever!”
[ The video feed is difficult to make out at first, little more than a wide shot of a darkened street, half-crumbling buildings , and the murky sky. The NV is most likely stuffed into a front coat pocket, the camera partially obscured by cloth and the shadow of a body. But the voice-
The voice is familiar, and distinctive, and grand. Despite the coarseness to every syllable, there is a joy of purpose there, as though a sleeper long waiting has at last awakened. But the pace of his proclamation remains measured and calm, as though euphoria were everyday and its effects mundane. ]
“But the radiance of this hour
must not be marred by gloomy thoughts.
Mark the shimmering huts in green surroundings,
basking in the evening sunlight's glow.”
[ His words are full of fondness and an energy that belies his age. A gloved hand enters the NV’s perspective, only to vanish in brilliant inundation of light that washes everything out of view. Piercing and wrought from gold and silver, it dwindles seconds later, tightening down and down into the form of a Keyblade quite unlike any that Master Xehanort has wielded before.
Had he the inclination, he would explain the mystic weapon and its penchant for matching the form and heart of its masters. But that is a lecture for another day; in his other hand he holds a small, worn leather book and it’s from this that he continues to read.
In the distance, a writhing mass of dark bodies hesitate at the very periphery of the light’s reach. ]
“It fades and sinks away; the day is spent,
the sun moves on to nourish other life.
Oh, if I had wings to lift me from this earth,
to seek the sun and follow him!”
[ A roaring like wind, or fire, another painful deluge of radiance, and then Xehanort is among the throng of twisted creatures. His Keyblade flashes white, a guillotine sweeping down from on high. ]
“Then I should see within the constant evening ray
the silent world beneath my feet,
the peaks illumined, and in every valley peace,
the silver brook flow into golden streams.
No savage peaks nor all the roaring gorges
could then impede my godlike course.”
[ There is no contest. The Master, for all that his gait is slow and his posture hunched, splits the ranks of the damned with broad strokes, wiry beams of illumination blasting whole parts and whole bodies to ash. Every pass rocks the street with visible shockwaves, those few not wiped from existence summarily crushed and broken on the stone and bricks of the nearby buildings. When they leap at him from behind, desperate and foaming, he merely plunges the tip of his burning weapon into the earth and a great seal is scorched into the ground. Intricate runes in the shape of stars and circles and hollowed hearts twine around one another until their pulsing energies blast upward.
All darkness is swept away. ]
“Even now the ocean and its sun-warmed bays
appear to my astonished eyes.
When it would seem the sun has faded,
a newborn urge awakes in me.”
[ The awful glow gradually fades away. Silence reigns. The seconds pass and Xehanort breathes a contented sigh. ]
“I hurry off to drink eternal light;
before me lies the day, behind the night,
the sky above me, and the seas below.”
[ He closes the little book. ]
Such interesting things one can find in the library.