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Naminé stood on one of the many balconies of the castle at the heart of the Land of Departure, enjoying the starry sky above by herself, a folded letter in her hand. Over the last few days, the seven alternate Soras had shared their tales with them all, including the local Sora - who as a result of their interventions, had not had to go to Quadratum.
Thanks to the intervention of the Master of Masters, the Vanitas native to this slightly altered timeline had gained the memories of the one who had caused the seven timelines. That Vanitas had ceased to exist when the seven Soras intervened to prevent those timelines from ever existing.
With his memories, and his relationship with the Sora known as the Helpless Heart, fully restored, that Sora promising to keep him out of trouble and continue to work on making a better person out of him, even she’d been happy to share her whole tale - something she hadn’t even told the other Soras before.
Shortly after being awakened in her new replica body, she’d been paid a visit by the mysterious Master of Masters, who’d given her two letters. One had been for the Helpless Sora, the other for Naminé herself, and she’d been asked to read it only after all the stories had been told.
She glanced up at the sound of a dark corridor briefly opening, the hooded figure of the lost master emerging from it and without any preamble asking, “So, what do you think?”
“I’ll have to talk with Aqua about this - she’s going to have to find a room I can use, not to mention rooms for each of these others you’ve mentioned. Are you sure this is safe though?”
“One of the nice things about what those seven have done is that they’ve accidentally made this timeline a kind of… haven. You know how Traverse Town appears to those in need of refuge? It’s like that, but for those lost to time. Nothing is lost forever, and with the instructions I’ve given you, you’ll be able to reach into the depths and pull out those who’s timelines would have happened, but now will never have happened.”
“So… I could theoretically find, say… the Kairi who wanted to keep Sora’s body?” she suggested. “Or the Sora that was actually Riku, that Guarding lost?”
“If you wanted, yes. But there are others too, such as-” he paused, then said, “This doesn’t concern you. Just carry on with your night-time walk.” Naminé gave him a curious look, so he pointed down at one of the winding paths, where a figure with white hair and a black coat was walking.
“What’s Corrupted doing up this late?” she wondered.
“Probably he can’t sleep. So, like I was saying… what do you think? Will you do it? Just think, you could write a book about it - a character study of Sora - one boy, many lives. Some of them are even his, others people who lived his life for him.”
Naminé considered the suggestion. It had already been interesting enough to see seven examples of just how differently Sora had turned out. How many more of them could Vanitas have theoretically created if he hadn’t been stopped? How many other variants existed who’s timelines had now never come into existence?
And what would they be like?
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” she admitted finally. “I’ll talk with Aqua in the morning and explain. I hope she doesn’t mind this world becoming the Land of Alternate Soras.”
“There’s always other worlds you could bring the others to, like Radiant Garden. Looking forward to seeing the results of this, Naminé. Best of luck to you!”