The rain was certainly coming down hard.
A gigantic plain, covered in rubble and dirt. Well, actually, mud. Rain does that to things.
A group of people stood at the far end of the plain, all dressed in hooded, black robes. They didn't seem to mind the rain as they walked slowly towards the center, marked with the tip of some old ruin jutting out from the ground.
The one at the head turned slightly. "Trix," they began, in a high, feminine voice, "would you mind?"
A tiny girl near the rear of the group threw of her hood. Her short, brown hair was cut in a bob, and a spatter of freckles decorated the bridge of her nose. Hazel-green eyes showed no expression. The girl, Trix, apparently, nodded.
A brown tomahawk, wrapped with a thin, green vine appeared in Trix's left hand. She walked forward, the group parting ways for her to get through. She kept walking, finally stopping about seven yards ahead.
"Stand back," said another voice, girly and mischievous. "Trix is doing her thing!"
Trix smiled softly, took a deep breath...and then the plain started to shake.
While most of the group stood still, remaining cool and keeping composure, one boy stumbled. "Whoa, seriously! Can she give us fair warning for once?" His voice sounded a bit shaky.
"Be a man, Zoxxie!" said the same mischievous voice.
"Bite me, Hossy," he grumbled.
At the same time of this exchange, Trix had kneeled, fists trembling. She threw her hands down on the ground, eyes scrunched in concentration. Before her, maybe a fourth of a mile away...the tip of the ruin was pushing its way out of the dirt.
It appeared that the tip was attached to something. After a good minute of the hooded people gaping at the sight, a full castle emerged.
The girl at the lead pushed down her hood slowly. She smirked. "Welcome home...
Organization XIII."
SO...you might be wondering what in the name of god is going on. Well, I'd be happy to oblige.
Hi. My name is Paxtian, otherwise known as Pax...and formerly known as Roxas.
Yes, you heard right. I used to be that guy, the one with the dual keyblades.
And I still am.
Well, kind of. Here's technically what happened. After all of us (but Roxas, who was stuck inside of Sora) were obliterated off the face of the earth, they sort of...entered limbo? I dunno. All I'm sure of is that once Roxas was released from Sora (on the kids death day, may he rest in peace) he joined the others in weird limbo town. And then...we weren't in limbo anymore. I say we because, Roxas wasn't Roxas anymore, he was me. What's the word I'm looking for?...ah, I got it. Reincarnation. How Nobodies can be reincarnated, I'm not sure. But we were. We came back in different bodies, memories totally wiped clean, we didn't even know each other. And it wasn't like we just popped back up...we were born.
We all grew up in Twilight Town, and ended up meeting as kids. Twilight's a small place, right? There's only one elementary school, after all.
Anyways, we met, we became friends, we made our little club, we evolved into good little miscreants, etc. Things would have stayed completely normal, had not it been for this one, annoying little problem.
When we were about 14 (some of us were a little older then the others) we started getting these dreams. And it was really scary for the girls in our group dreaming about being stuck as a guy. Also kind of scary for one guy dreaming he was a girl. We didn't tell our parents about our dreams, because they probably would have just scheduled a therapist. However, we did confide in each other. Thank god for that.
Turns out, we were sort of dreaming the same things. Suffice to say, we were totally freaked out. Weird stuff like this only happened in comics, or videogames. Not to real-life kids. But it's not like we could stop sleeping. So, we dealed with it and hoped they would go away.
They didn't. In fact, things got weirder.
One fateful little night, we went to bed and dreamed again. But this time...some creepy old guy popped up for a cameo.
What was that guy's name? Hmm...Cone hat, huge robe, wand...oh, yeah! Merlin! Crazy name, right? Anyhow, he did his best to explain what the hell was going on. You know, Sora, keyblades, creepy old villains, etc. And while he didn't exactly have an explanation as to WHY the original Organization XIII was reincarnated, he didn't have a problem handing me a couple of keyblades and giving me super-dooper awesome powers.
Yeah, that's a load of crock.
I wake up in the middle of the night, in a deep sweat, with those friggin' keyblades at my sides. "Oathkeeper and Oblivion," he had said, "use them wisely, young man!" Oh, how I still want to punch that guy in the nose.
There were tons of Heartless outside my window. I mean, literally, RIGHT outside my window. It was like a mass of them trying to break through. I was scared to death. My parents had decided to take a vacation this week...yeah, great timing, Mom and Dad.
In any case, they broke through the window. They were called Shadows, for obvious reasons. I grabbed the keyblades, and started swinging at them like the hero I was inside. Well, actually, I kept missing. I got backed into the corner of my bedroom, and than they MULTIPLIED. As if devouring me wasn't enough, they wanted more of them to join in. It was like they were saying, "Hey guys, look at this kid with the keyblades! Doesn't he look delicious? OPEN BUFFET!"
I kept swinging, only killing a few. After realizing that there was way too many, I said my prayers and prepared for my doom.
Fortunately, a few of my braver (and stupider, if you ask me) friends showed up. Actually, make that two. Hospiax, wielding a pair of really deadly-looking chakrams, and Hayzox with a girly little sitar.
I'm sure he'll kill me for that later.
Anyways, they saved my ass with all these weird attack things, and pulled me out. "Pack up and haul ass!" Zox told me as Hossy killed a few more Heartless. Man, was she enjoying that.
I packed some clothes, munny, and a few things I couldn't live without (photo album, iPod) than grabbed my skateboard. I left a quick note for my parents and followed my friends' example by hightailing it out of there.
We met up with the others at the train station. It turns out that we were pretty much the only people in town, other than the Heartless. Everyone else awoke to an empty neighborhood, just like I did. Well, that place was getting invaded as well. We hopped on the only train there, a bright colored one that none of us had ever seen before. It was warm, well-lit, and heartless free.
Turns out, it didn't have a driver. Yes, we had just stepped onto the Ghost Train...and now, we were stuck on it.
We rode and rode and rode. Some of the girls cried, one of the guys cried, and the rest of us were close to a breakdown. What the heck was going on? Why were we here? Where was everyone...and more importantly, WHAT THE HELL WERE THESE THINGS WE WERE HOLDING?
Well, we rode that train for a pretty long time. A week, maybe. None of us were hungry, but there was a fridge in the corner of the train for those who needed it.
Finally, the train stopped. Some invisible force kicked us off, and boy, let me tell you, we were not in Twilight Town anymore.
