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[i][b]Light. Beaming from a surface above but gradually dimming with the depth of the ocean you now head-first sink into like a stone thrown from the shore. The radiance of the sky is all that you can see, its fading shine the transition from the waking world into a station for your timely departure into the next world. Glowing beneath you is that station, the Heart's home. Upon a pillar erect from the darkness below, the glass cover of your heart is this image made from your memories, your light, and your darkness. It remains stable under your landing. However, this story isn't about you alone.

Your Heart's Station tells the story of your past, present, and future. You are there among two others. These are the ones intertwined with you. These two people, your friends, are destined to play equal parts in your future and the future of all worlds. 

Step forward. There's little time left to wait.

That's right. This isn't the final stop. It's only the first station of your heart.[/b][/i]

Sibyll Ashworth, the dextrous youth with a sense of adventure. Youngest of all, you are depicted with one eye open and a hand stretched toward the center. A depiction of joy across your face brings hope to those who view your stain glass portrait.

Lucretia, the influencing youth with a primordial touch. Bound by a mysterious force you hand reaches toward the center but unopened in hesitation. A depiction of anxiety shrouding your brow brings worry to those who view your stain glass portrait.

Aellios, the one of awakened potential who seeks continued peace. Eldest among those of the chosen, your hand reaches towards the center but distance keeps you from reaching those around you. A depiction of focus formed from your gaze brings a feeling of determination to those who view your stain glass portrait.

These are the three images on that glass face.

Here you feel the strength of your hearts together. You do not see your friends in this place but you know in your gut that they are always with you. It's always been like that. The same feeling pulls you forward. Their hearts are moving on without you. Don't hesitate. 

The first step causes your heart to bridge the gap to the next station. The glass circle bearing your picture is connected to a higher platform by a wide, winding path made from colored panes of glass. Each step is as solid as the last. No fear is felt as the strength of your heart is reinforced by the strength of the others.

Reaching the second station, the hue of this station is blue. It's a calming but melancholic color. Ahead on the same station is an odd door, transparent but its opacity a gradient growing weaker with the height of the door. Upon inspection this door cannot be opened as your hand reaches right through it when you try to touch it.

[b][i]Before you can reach the next station, you must first come to understand that your heart has a great potential but some aspect of yourself must be given up in order to strengthen your heart for the battles to come.[/i][/b]

Rumbling comes from all around, beacons of soft light cast beams upon three identical pedestals. Upon them are the tools for shaping your unlocked power.

The power of the Warrior, the Dream Sword: a promise of great strength, the mark of courage, but the bringer of destruction.

The power of the Guardian, the Dream Shield: a promise of protection, the mark of tenacity, but the bringer of solitude. 

The power of the Mystic, the Dream Rod: a promise of enlightenment, the mark of wisdom, but the bringer of reckonings.

It is here that your have chosen the path you will follow. In all it appears that two of the hearts have chosen to wield the Dream Sword while the final has chosen the Dream Rod. Without the guardian, it can be surmised that what's to come shall perhaps be too ferocious for the hearts of those destined to bear in their future.

Upon choosing the power to sacrifice, the pedestals sink partially into the station. The tools for shaping your potential vanish except for the one chosen. You now carry that item in your hand. It's perfect for your hand, as if made to be held by you. In the near future you will come to understand the effect of these tools. 

The door becomes solid as your flesh. It can be opened. It's now too late to turn the clock back and choose another tool.

It is the key that opens this door. Indeed it opens with the blinding light of the ones who the keyblade chose.

This is the final station.

Its hue is burned red with passion of the heart. The door behind you is gone but this is the final station. The deepest part of your heart. Beside you are your friends. You see each other in this dream of your heart.

[i][b]You are connected.[/b][/i] The unspoken words pierce your minds at once. [i][b]Protect the hearts of your friends; destruction of one shall bring down the others.[/b][/i]

Behind each of you a light glows brightly, forcing you to cast a dark shadow at the center of the station. It darkens and then a black liquid pools at it center, ripples from outside in. In the blink of an eye it grows, taller and taller until a huge monster appears.

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[i][b]The closer you are to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.[/b][/i]

The creature brings its hands to its hollowed chest a flame of darkness begins to fester with ever greater intensity in the stabilizing form of a sphere.

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