"So you finally found a new member? What took you so long, Zexy?"
"Don't call me that. It's not like there are that many people who want to join. They're hard to come by."
"Understandable. They all know that if they do one thing wrong, well, I get to kill them. Yay me."
"You could say that."
"So, who is it? Anyone I know?"
"Don't think so. I don't even know what element she controls. I think she just needed something to do."
"Wait…it's a 'she'? WHY?"
"Hey, I said it was hard."
"And you have no clue what element she controls? Is she evil or good or what?"
"Actually, I have no earthly idea. She smiles a lot though."
"I guess we'll have to change that then, won't we?"

The girl wandered down the dirt path, excited about where she was going. Okay, so she didn't know exactly where it was, but the road had to end somewhere, right? Her tightly curled auburn hair flowed softly behind her as she strolled down the path. Her eyes were a hollow, coffee-colored brown, though a metallic ruby tint lay behind it, as if something lay hidden inside. The sky was a soft blue, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. She failed to notice.

All at once she came upon a castle. It seemed out of place in the calm field, but she knew that this was where she needed to go. The girl wandered up to the tall door, and it opened for her. She stepped inside, letting it slam behind her. The second she stepped inside, she felt an intangible chill that rested upon everything. She glanced around, then walked down the hallway. Her first observation was that the color white was everywhere. The glare from the overhead lights burned her eyes, and she blinked a few times to adjust to it.

"So. You're finally here." A person faded into the hallway, wearing a long black robe, similar to her silver one. "Who are you?" she asked. "My name is Axel. So, who are you?"

"My name is Laska."
"Good, it's short. Do you control an element, or just magic in general?"

"Well, it's a little hard to explain. It's more like a story, really."

"Wait..." He turned toward the door she had just come through, eyes narrowed. "Oh, perfect, that little freak is here. You'll have to tell me later. Your first task is to fight the first spiky-brown-haired kid that walks through that door. Don't kill him; that's my job. Just show him what the Organization tried to tell him last time." He faded away, almost like teleporting, leaving her alone. 'But what if I don't know what that was? Oh well. Just have to find out.' She turned to face the door, hearing voices outside. "Sora, you sure this is it?"

"Not exactly, but it sure feels right. Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's go!" The doors opened, and three people—rather, one person and two animals—stood there. The human was a boy with brown, spiked hair, and a mostly red outfit with giant yellow shoes. There was a short duck next to him, looking Laska in the eye confidently. The third was a dog whose height could almost match her own; he held a knight's shield. 'This kid must be Sora.' He looked up at her quizzically. "Do I know you?"

"No, and I don't know you. That much. All I know is that we're supposed to fight. I should warn you, though," she said, summoning her power. She began to glow with a ghostly silver fire, and an arctic gust swept through the room. Laska glanced up at Sora, her once dark eyes the color of liquid moonlight. "I'm good."

"Yeah, well, so am I. And no one is standing in my way of finding Riku and King Mickey!" Sora pulled out the Keyblade, and held it in a battle position.

"Firaxa!" shouted Laska. She channeled the magic into a spiraling tunnel, and aimed it at Sora. He took the full force of the blast and slammed into the wall. He slowly stood up, trembling weakly. "So, what do you call that kind of magic?" Laska smiled mysteriously. "You'll know soon enough."

"Don't worry, Sora! We'll help!" shouted Goofy and Donald. Laska merely waved a hand at them, and they were encased in the cold fire. "That's much better."

The relentless onslaught of magic began. After enduring wave after wave of attacks, Sora, who was finally given a chance to attack, didn't take it. He was tired. "What, I finally stop, and all you do is stand there? You don't make this very fun for me!" said Laska, crossing her arms and frowning. "Well, I guess that's good for now. I was told not to kill you, and I'd really like to follow that order, especially before Axel gets to you." Sora stood, recognizing the name. "Axel…I know that person from somewhere. From here, I'm sure. Do you know him?" But Laska only gave another enigmatic smile, then vanished in a flash of flames.