The Tale of Gumball, Chapter 8"As I am sure you know," Xion said as she poured her son a cup of tea,"you are a Replica much like I am." Gumball nodded as he accepted the cup from her. Gumball knew the whole time that he wasn't entirely a Nobody like his sisters, but it didn't bother him all that much. "It's time you learned the whole truth."The Tale of Gumball, Chapter 8 by MomokoTuHarumaki
"The WHOLE truth? What do I not know?" Gumball asked. Xion sighed deeply, her eyes filled with sadness. "There's a reason we left Destiny Islands after you were born, the reason why Namine wanted you... You have a very special gift, one that is seldom seen in very many Nobodies and Replicas unless it was love that gave rise to them. Namine has it and you do as well. It gives you power over memories. When you were still a baby, we had Aqua seal your powers away so that we could hide it, but Namine learned of how to break that seal and planned to use it when you turned 16. I'm sorry we've hid that from you for so long. We only did it to protect you."
Gumball, shocked by what Xion
The Tale of Gumball, Chapter 7As Gumball trained with Ansem the Wise, his ability to wield the Keyblade got better and he got stronger in stamina, magic, and strength. Along with this training came lessons in math and history regarding Sora, the Keyblade War, and other such things. However, the more he trained, the more Gumball began to miss his mother and sisters.The Tale of Gumball, Chapter 7 by MomokoTuHarumaki
"Master Ansem, I must ask of you some time to return to Twilight Town to visit my mother and sisters. I've only spoken to them through letters and such and I feel as though I need to see them," he asked with growing eloquence in his cracking voice. Ansem, acknowledging how important it would be for not just Gumball, but for Xion, he allowed him a few days to return and a gummi ship to use.
Gumball took the ship back to Twilight Town and landed at the front steps of his home outside town. He approached the large wooden front door and knocked with the golden knocker. The door opened to a dainty redheaded woman who looked no older than the age of 15. "Mothe