A/N: Hey guys! I'm here with another story that will totally amaze you! That is, if I go through with the whole thing and don't get sidetracked. Anyways, this is the prologue to a trilogy that I am writing for your enjoyment. I already have most of it planned out so, hopefully, I will not be plagued by any writer's block anytime soon. However, I should probably warn you a little bit about this prologue. Due to the fact that I am reading Macbeth in English class, this prologue turned out to be a little bit gory. It shouldn't be that bad so I'm sure that you'll still be able to read this. The rest of the story shouldn't be too bad in concerns to blood and such so, please don't go away due to the nature of the prologue. As for the rest of you, please, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the Kingdom Hearts referrences in this story! I only own the plot and my own characters!

Prologue to Disaster
Equilibrium
Written by: Jazlynn

Silent was the night that shrouded the Kingdom of Light as a thick fog sat heavily upon the cold earth. Dark clouds hovered above the sky and let out a threatening rumble as a lone cloaked figure made his way up a dirt road. The rocks and pebbles crunched underneath the weight of his boots as he paced unwaveringly towards his destination. Brown locks of hair framed his pale face and seemed to bounce up and down with every step he took. He breathed in and out while a cloud formed around his face as his breath mixed with the cold November air. His sharp blue eyes scanned the area around him cautiously before they fell upon the large castle just a few miles ahead. For many days and nights he had traversed and now he was finally at his destination. With a ruthless determination, he casually made his way up the road. After a few minutes of walking, the randomly placed rocks and pebbles turned into fine rocks that were placed neatly on the road for smoother traveling. Very soon, he was at the drawbridge of the castle. Cupping his chin with a gloved hand, he observed the challenge presented to him whilst looking quite perplexed. His assignment was simple enough: to kill the king and his family. However, many things had gotten in the way.

The man took a few steps forward to look down the gap that separated him from the castle. At the bottom of the two steep slopes, many dark creatures with glowing yellow eyes wandered the ground in search for fresh meat. He had heard that these were quite the devilish fiends yet he had never seen their behavior in person. They all seemed to gravitate towards his presence, trying to climb the steep rock yet tumbling back down into the mass of black and trying once again to get towards him as if they knew that he would be drenched in blood. The cloaked man simply smirked at this little revelation. They really were smart creatures. However, the blood he was to be drenched in was not to be his own. He laughed sadistically in a deep rich voice before he began to pace the side of the cliff. His dark thoughts would have to be saved for later. As he neared a grove of pines, a creaking sound of wood and metal alerted his being. With a hint of fear, the man concealed himself within the shadows to watch as a horse-drawn carriage neared the gates. The man scrutinized the cart and tried to identify if anyone was inside. He saw no one. He watched as the driver whispered a spell to lower the gates and watched as the large gate was lowered to form a bridge. A plan quickly developed in his mind and he darted towards the cart with inhuman speed. As the drawbridge was fully lowered and the driver began to proceed, the cloaked man leapt forward and pushed the driver off the side of the carriage. The poor man screamed in terror as he fell faster and faster towards the vicious beasts below. He hit the ground with a bone shattering thud that even the assassin above could hear. The creatures quickly surrounded the driver at the first presence of blood and began to tear his clothes and rip away at his flesh. His shrieks of pain and fear seemed to go unnoticed by the creatures as they dismembered his body. The man above simply smiled in delight as the screams echoing off the sides of the canyon began to die out. He hadn't lost his touch at all. Turning his focus back to the task at hand, he gripped the reins and led the skittish horses forward.

In less than half an hour, the murderer had entered the courtyard, killed two guards and made it within the vast castle. There was only one matter left to attend to now. As the man paced the castle, he could not help but notice the interesting colour scheme. Pristine white marble floors were all over the castle and gold sashes and curtains adorned the walls and windows. Personally, he thought that the castle needed a little bit more colour. As he traversed the large building, he came upon a large set of stairs which led to a pair of large white marble doors that were lined with gold. The assassin's curiosity peaked and he felt a great need to enter that room. With a new found determination, he proceeded up the stairs and pulled the excruciatingly heavy doors open. A smile danced in his eyes upon his discovery and he entered the room feeling quite satisfied with himself. Two white thrones lined by golden padding were situated at the far end of the room where translucent gold canopies hung from the walls and ceiling around them. Large windows with golden frames and curtains lined the walls of the great hall allowing a flash of lightning to illuminate the room. In a sly manner, the assassin approached one of the thrones and seated himself upon it. Making himself comfortable, he smiled devilishly and glanced upon the doorway. Hopefully the screams that came from the guards were enough to wake the king from his deepest slumbers.

As he waited patiently, the assassin began to vaguely make out the voices of two men nearing the throne room. From his place in the shadows, he found that there were two dark silhouettes in the doorway. Another flash of lightning lit up the room and the assassin found his eyes locked with that of the very king himself; Ansem. The older man of high stature wore elegant robes of (you guessed it) white and gold that bore the crest of the royal family of light. He had longer pale-blonde hair that just reached past his shoulders and a small blonde beard masked his chin. His hazy blue eyes held all the wisdom of kings yet they showed fear upon seeing the assassin. Beside the king was his eldest son, Sora, who would take the throne when his father passed on. He could have been no older than seventeen yet his eyes showed all of the valor and fortitude of a man who has been to war and came home a hero. Nonetheless, despite the reputation of both men, the assassin's mission was vivid in his mind. As he watched the king take a few cautious steps forward, a sadistic chuckle resonated from his throat. He tilted his head to the side and a lethal glint flickered in his eyes.

"Long. Live. The king." He crooned in a calm yet twisted voice.

Anger and fear flashed through the King Ansem's eyes upon hearing the assassin's words. However, his son did not show the same fear as he broke out into a mad dash towards the assassin. A large blade in the shape of a key materialized in his hands as he neared the thrones and he let out a mighty cry. With absolutely no fear for his life, the assassin casually rose from the chair and pulled a sword out of the sheath which the fabrics of his cloak had concealed. With much grace, the assassin lifted the blade effortlessly to parry the young prince's attack. Metal clashed ferociously as Sora and the assassin sent attack after attack at one another. Very soon, the murderer grew tired of the replicated fighting patterns and thought it best to bring it all to an end. He was getting quite tired and he still had to kill the king and make his escape. As Sora jumped forward with an attack, the assassin stepped back before thrusting his sword forward. The young cinnamon haired prince let out a cry of agony as the sword plunged itself in his side. From behind, his father called out his name in distress and this was the assassin's sickening cue. He ripped the sword out of Sora's side and watched devilishly as the prince crumbled to the ground letting his crimson blood splatter in random spirals on the white floor. Turning his glance, he found the king standing in silent shock. This was the moment he had been waiting for. With great swiftness, he ran forward and plunged the sword through King Ansem's heart. The sword emerged from the king's chest at the assassin's will and Ansem was left standing in shock. One of his pale hands clutched the wound he had been given and slowly, his body began to shake uncontrollably. Blood surfaced at the back of his throat and the king began to rapidly descend towards the floor. He was met with a loud thud and the assassin observing from above smiled a most lethal smile at him. To the king's horror, he found that the blade that had pierced him was now hovering inches above his mouth. The next thing he knew, he tasted bloody metal and his lungs were struggling to get air. His vision blurred and very soon, his world faded to black. The assassin laughed in triumph before turning towards the door. His mission was complete. Yet there were still a few problems. With the king of light gone and the prince slowly dying, the queen and young princess would take rule. That was not acceptable in the eyes of this assassin. Slowly, he left the room, unaware of the young prince stumbling up to his feet in the blood-stained room.

The assassin moved quickly through the white halls, trying desperately to go unnoticed. The task wasn't too difficult due to low security yet it was wise to still be somewhat careful. After a good amount of time, he finally found the chambers in which the queen and princess slept. Slowly, he entered the queen's room to find the beautiful dark-haired woman sleeping tenderly under gold silken sheets. He silently approached her and gently drew back the fabric that enveloped her body. To his dismay, he found that the queen appeared to be, at the least, six months pregnant. This certainly was some interesting news to the assassin. Nonetheless, he knew what he had to do. Besides, the grief and sorrow that this poor woman would have to endure when she found that her dearest husband and son were murdered might be too much for her to handle. Silently, with a venomous smile, he lifted his sword above her pregnant belly and quickly thrust it downward with no remorse. It had been far too easy for him to hit two birds with one stone. Now there was only one more royal to deal with; the little princess, Selphie. He swiftly drew his sword from the deceased queen's body and began to proceed to the next room. As he silently entered the princess's room, he noticed a dramatic change in colour. The usual gold and white theme of the castle had been changed to many different shades of pink. Not only was the colour of the room different but this room also contained a balcony, a feature that the queen's room did not posses. He also noticed that the storm outside had died down and only a few minor gusts of wind remained. The final thing that he noticed was that little Princess Selphie was not in her bed. Instead, she was standing on the balcony, too wrapped up in talking with someone below in the courtyard to even notice her rapidly approaching demise. Like a venomous snake ready to catch its prey, the assassin crept towards the princess with his blood stained sword in hand. As she was speaking with the young stable boy that she had come to be great friends with, Selphie's words had been trapped within her throat. Her eyes were wide with fear and the pain that shot through her body was evident on her face. The young stable boy screamed in terror upon seeing the assassin appear behind Selphie and lift her by the neck with one hand and pulling a sword out of her body with the other. The killer smiled sadistically before dropping the fragile girl off the side of the balcony. The small boy let out another shriek as his dead friend fell upon the ground on witch he stood. The assassin simply laughed maliciously before disappearing within the castle once more.

As he ran through the halls, he found that there was much more commotion. He could hear voices screaming murder and voices commanding others to check the queen and princess. He would have to move quickly if he was to escape from the Castle of Light. Darting through halls and down staircases, the assassin found that he was getting quite close to the exit. Unfortunately, many guards scurried around the main entrance which made passage a very difficult task. Figuring that there was nothing to lose, the assassin dashed forward and made a break for the door. Soldiers and guards noted his presence and demanded that he was caught. Every man who attempted to catch the killer all failed miserably as he leapt out the door. Still, more guards rushed outside to find the man riding off into the distance on a black stallion letting out one mighty cry of praise.

"All hail Lady Krystina!"

A/N: Yay! The end of the prologue! I'm pretty sure that most of you have figured out who the assassin is by now. If not, I will be extremely offended and I would have to stop you from reading this story further! Anyways, I have left the queen unnamed for now since I was too lazy to come up with name for a character who will have no further purpose in the story. If you have a name for the queen that I might be able to bring up later, feel free to tell me. Well, that's it for now so review and tell me what you thought of the prologue. Feel free to give me some feedback as well. I'm always open to criticism that will help my writing get better.