Warm desert winds had always been one of his least favorite things of this world. They brought change, something he had seen enough of. Only one thing in this world needed to be changed for him to be satisfied. Complete destruction.
The man's black cloak hadn't made the weeks any better. The heat almost killed him a few days before, yet still he refused to shed the cloak. If I am unmasked before meeting them, DiZ will surely know. DiZ…DiZ was the one who had made him this way. DiZ was the one who had wrecked his life. DiZ, my master…Ansem the Wise.
Xehanort had wandered in this desert aimlessly for many years before he realized an escape. I must destroy it…all of it! With the knowledge he had gained while serving Ansem, combined with the powers he discovered for himself, Xehanort would remake everything. And the Chasers will assist me, just as the Organization did before. Xemnas…Xigbar…Xaldin…Vexen…Lexaeus…Zexion…Sai'x…Axel…Demyx…Luxord…Marluxia…Larxene…and him…Roxas…
None of them were able to accomplish a simple task. I'll have to do it myself.
There were three of them, standing in a triangle in front of him. They all wore the same black cloak he wore, none of them revealing their faces, and there was another odd thing; they all carried Keyblades.
They're perfect, as they should be. Keyblades bring peace to the worlds, but they can destroy it as well. We will be the destroyers.
As Xehanort approached the cloaked figures, they shifted into a line, Keyblades in hands at their sides. After a long silence, one of the figures spoke.
"Xehanort…you realize what has happened, do you not?" The man's voice was deep and ominous.
The next to speak was a woman. "Your Nobody, Xemnas, and your Heartless, Ansem…they are both dead."
"I have known this for a long time, Xa'kiir." Xehanort's voice hadn't changed at all, still the voice of a weak teenager. "But do not worry, for I have discovered a power far greater than the Nobodies or Heartless could ever imagine. This is more powerful than Darkness itself."
The last cloaked man spoke. "It can't be that can it?"
"Yes, Kurix. The one thing I've been examining all these years. The one thing DiZ would never even imagine letting me experiment with. I finally did it."
Xehanort held his arm outstretched in front of the three figures. In his hand they saw something glowing, but could not make out what it was.
Kurix blurted out, "Even that much could…"
"I am aware of the consequences Kurix. But I have yet to actually try its power."
"The power of what exactly?" Xa'kiir sounded almost scared at this point.
"The power of Emptiness." Xehanort was smiling now, turning away from the group and pointing his finger to the horizon. And then, in a second that seemed to last hours, everything was gone. The desert had completely vanished, leaving a grayish haze in its place. All that could be seen were four figures in black cloaks floating in midair.
Another dreadful quite spell ensued. After a few moments, Xa'kiir spoke again.
"So this is what happens when…"
"When light and darkness are taken out of everything, yes." Xehanort threw his head back and laughed. "This is the Empty! And you three," Xehanort pointed at his audience, "you will be my warriors of Emptiness. You are the Chasers, the ones who will help me in reshaping everything!"
There was another, another one watching Xehanort, another one witnessing his destruction of this world.
This is too much. The Chasers, the Keyblades…and Xehanort. DiZ is gone, but that doesn't mean we can't stop him. I must tell him…I must inform King Mickey. He'll know what to do.
The spy quickly made his escape from the gray abyss that this world had been reduced to, sealing the Keyhole behind him to insure he wasn't followed. With one final thought, he left the past behind him and started his venture into Darkness.
I must awaken his powers again, even if he refuses. He's the only one who can stop it all.
End of Prologue