The First had been defeated. The First wasn't very happy. All it could do was watch from the shadows as the merged form of Buffy and Sora killed it's disciple, then shared one last tender moment with that boy. It made the First sick. Just so it didn't have to watch the moment anymore, it finished it all. Used its powers to restore everything back to normal. Because after-all, if this plan didn't work, it wanted a clean slate. One without that weapon...

The First pulled apart the worlds, put them back together again. Because they all belonged to it, and would be reclaimed by the First again soon enough. Then it hurled the Slayer's keyblade back in time, all the way to the dawn of man. All the way back to the calling of the first slayer. What it didn't count on was the first slayer finding it, and setting into motion a plan of action, a weapon that would destroy it centuries later.

The first slayer passed it onto the second slayer. The second slayer passed it onto the third. And so on. Some slayers modified it. Some magically enhanced it. All so that years later Buffy wouldn't recognize it when it came back to her, she would just know it was hers. The earliest accounts of the blade renamed it, calling it 'The Axe.' And it was eventually lost for centuries, turning into something of an Arthurian legend. And lost it would remain. Until the year 2003...

Nobody retained memory of the events that occurred at the Bastion, no memories of Sora, of the very alive cartoon creatures, of the brave warriors that aided their cause. Spike could not recall the First teasing him in the form of Drusilla, offering him fake prophecies that unbeknownst to the First, would turn out very real in the end. Sora was returned to Destiny Island. His friend Kairi was still by his side, and Riku was very much alive. None of them remembered a thing either. Cloud and Aerith and the rest were returned to the Bastion as if the Heartless had never attacked, and of course, their romance grew, but that is for another story. The inter-dimensional warriors that the Powers had chosen for Buffy were returned to their homes, to their lives. In Prison. In another dimension. In a scrap heap... And Dante, well he remembered all. He was of course the guardian of the gateways between the worlds, and if it ever needed Buffy again, he would be the first to tell her.

After restoring everything, the First returned to his caves like a kicked puppy, working on it's next plan of action, resurrecting the Turok-Han.

Months passed. Buffy found herself in a cave under Sunnydale, talking to a very Lord of the Rings-esque woman. She told her her name, Buffy, to which the woman asked 'No, really?'

True, Buffy wasn't exactly what everyone pictured as the name of a hero, but it was what Joyce picked for her. And hey... it was the eighty's. The woman was killed by Caleb, the preacher-man that both annoyed and struck fear into the heart of Buffy. And after a brief struggle, the slayer's eyes went wide in awe. She suddenly had an odd feeling of Deja-Vu. But when she approached the weapon, pulled it from the stone, she knew the weapon belonged to her all along. And for some reason, a word... no, a name, passed through her lips.

"Sora..."