It happened ten years ago.
The attempted take over of the Organization. The joining of forces between Organization supporters and the one known as the Keybearer.
The creation of a being from DNA splicing.
The resurrection of an enemy the Keybearer thought to be dead.
The creation of a human from two Nobodies
And a new unity of the Organization under a new superior...
After the battle within Castle Oblivion the young boy named Sora was sent into a slumber, only to awaken again a year later.
Two years after that the Superior had unveiled a threat known as DiZ, a man who wanted revenge against the Organization.
Two years later the threat was dealt with. The King of Disney Castle intercepting another war and DiZ returning to what was once known as Hollow Bastion; now Radiant Garden.
Five years went by. The Organization's ranks grew not because of their actions, but because of the still, strangely evident threat of the Heartless and corrupted Darkness.
Two new Organization members, one who exhaled smoke and another who controlled dragons.
It still retained the name "Organization XIII" to remind of them of the original group, to remind them of the unity they had before 11 had tried to seize control and the old superior had almost eradicated his entire team for his own gains.
But in the end, who was the cause for all this chaos and discord?
It might have been Ansem the Wise, who first discovered and allowed the Heartless to spread.
It might have been Riku, who foolishly stepped into Darkness and let Xehanort's Heartless attack him.
It might have been Xehanort himself for not listening to Ansem's pleas to stop his research.
But the true enemy that would test their mettle was none of them, so to speak.
It was Xemnas.
Unknown to the others, Sora, Riku, Lorenzo, and even Gaux.
There had been a 14th Organization member before the events at Castle Oblivion.
Someone so dangerous that Xemnas decided it best to seal the garbage away.
It was his fault for all that would transpire in the next few months.
His fault for turning that innocent into a raving lunatic.
But, how is that possible, if Nobodies don't have any feelings?
Even for me, I find the answer all too complicated, perhaps it is best to tell you what transpired.
The records are as follows, for many people have forgotten the tale.
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Gaux walked down the stairs leading to the crooked ascension. The voice that ran through her head earlier still etching its words into her.
"To be forgotten, is worse than death." she repeated the words aloud.
"You trying poetry or something?" a voice sounded off behind her. Turning around the new superior was face to face with one of the newest Organization members. Blond somewhat spiky hair with two strands that fell upon her shoulders; a meaty colored burn covered half her face, making one of her eyes dead grey. As she stood there Gaux could see nothing but impatience on that ruined face.
"Not exactly Xyclib," Gaux tried to keep her composure, "It's just that... I heard a telepathic message not too long ago. I shouldn't worry about it but, something inside me tells me that I should."
"Your heart?" Xyclibs good eye narrowed.
"Yes."
Xyclib chuckled and walked to the superiors side.
"You're lucky to have found it," Xyclib stated as she went from looking to the superior and then to the dark city below, "The others look to you, they have hope now, even though it was ten years ago that you were created."
"I wasn't created, I was born."
"Say what you want." Xyclib then felt herself being flung forward; Gaux had knocked her over with a wing."And I will," Gauxs cross face quickly turned to a playful one reminiscent of Larxene, "Now, if you want me to restore faith in you quickly tell the others that are residing at Castle Oblivion."
"Alright then." Xyclib was coated in darkness and then teleported off to tell the news.
"What was all that about?" Another voice wildly sounded. Gaux didn't bother to turn around. There was only one Organization member with that young a voice.
"Roxas," Gaux said with what she hoped was a caring voice, "have you ever had dreams? Dreams of any sort?"
The smallest Organization member contorted his face; trying to think if he ever had.
"Erm, no, why'd you ask Gaux?"
"It's nothing to worry about for now," She finally faced him and smiled, "Come on, lets go inform the other members of my discovery."
She gently took hold of the youths hand and they walked down the stairs to Proof of Existence.
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Sora bit through the leather that would hold the mast in place for his makeshift raft. After the defeat of Marluxia and Xemnases defeat by Gaux there was a stagnat peace in the world. He figured that Riku and Kairi were also in his current situation so he thought it best to relax and hang out with his pals Donald and Goofy for awhile.
It had been Soras idea to build a raft, since he had never gotten the one he and his other friends had worked on off the island. He knew where they were going to this time, so the raft expedition was more for fun than for serious business.
"So where're we going exactly?" Donald jumped onto the raft after Goofy, "This place seems kinda familiar..."
"We're going to sail to France " Sora began pushing the raft into the water.
"France? What's that?" Goofy straightened his hat as he hoisted Sora onto the boat.
"It's a country, one of our friends lives there now."
"Really? Who?"
"That's a surprise, wait a moment." Sora kept his grin as he positioned the sail to catch the wind. A burst of air flew by and soon the three heroes were at sea.
And in the meantime, way below at the bottom of the ocean, a being was stirring. Ice continued to crack; it scratched at the prison, spurred on by the voice that called out to it.
It would not be forgotten, it would be remembered for taking back what it's sibling had done before hand. For killing the keybearer and all his friends and accomplices. It would reclaim the world as its own.
But for who? Itself? Its sibling? The voice that revitalised it?
Tough question, but it didn't have long to think it over as one of it's tails broke through the ice and bashed at the rest. Soon another tail was freed, and soon all six were. It beat at the ice with its arms until its whole body was finally liberated from the icy prison.
The crushing depths, it should have been killed outright; yet here it was on the sea floor; perfectly fine.
"What happened?" It asked aloud.
"I called to someone, anyone who wanted revenge. Revenge is what you seek, right Morgana?" A voice sounded from behind.
A voice of an 18 year old...