Preface
I walked slowly through the dark corridors in silence. His hand pressed stiffly against the back of my shoulder as he guided me along. We finally wandered through a large doorway into a large room filled with nothing but eight small blue couches and two blue coffee tables. The walls were light blue and the floor was as cold as steel. The first thing I noticed as I entered however, was that the back wall was nothing but a large glass window. The tall, tan skinned man, who had brought me here seemed to be leading me to something. Or someone. I looked up at him when we had stopped behind one of the couches which a red headed man, who appeared to be roughly around the age of 20, sat in casually with his hands behind his head. The man whom I had entered with, whose name was Xemnas if I remembered correctly, returned my stare with his cold, golden eyes, causing his blueish white hair to fall over his shoulders. He then began to speak, returning his gaze to the red head as he did so, "Axel, I have an assignment for you." The red head, whose name seemed to be Axel, then turned and stared at me with his piercing green eyes, "I would like you to show our newest member around." Axel's face was rather pale, but his demeanor seemed dark, which made me glad that the black robes that had been given to me had a hood attached so that I could hide my face. Xemnas then continued to speak. "She may also need some assistance training. Axel, I would like you to meet number XIV, Xeiilem."
Chapter 1
I awoke the next morning the same as the last, slowly and drearily. As I pulled my dark cloak over my head and brushed out my long curly brown hair, I found thoughts bouncing around in my head so intensely that it was almost painful. Why was I here? Who was I before? Why were my memories so fuzzy? There was so much that I wanted to know, but no one seemed to be willing to provide me with any answers. I exited my plain, pale blue room and walked down the halls towards the large room in which I had met Axel the previous evening. As I wandered through the corridors of the castle, a recurring pattern became highly apparent to me. Every wall, every stairwell, every inch of the floor, it was all the same. There appeared to be little to no distinctiveness anywhere in the entire vicinity. Just the same pale blue walls and floors and the recurring symbol of the organization of which I was apparently now a member of. I had finally reached the large room, which appeared to be the only room with a hint of difference from the others, and that was the wall made entirely of glass. As I looked around the room, I noticed two things; one was that this area seemed to be some sort of lounge for the other members, as a group of them sat, relaxing on the couches, and two; the castle itself was not the only thing that seemed identical. Each member, including myself, wore the same long black coats, black gloves, and black leather boots. I pulled my hood over my face shyly once I noticed the numerous sets of eyes on me. I attempted to get to one of the couches, avoiding eye contact as I did so. I sat quietly and my eyes began to scan the room. There was a blond man with a buzz cut and a gotee playing cards with an older man with long black hair with gray stripes running through it pulled back in a ponytail. I concluded that he must be a vicious fighter, as one of his eyes was covered by a black patch and a dark scar ran down the side of his face. Another man with blue eyes and long black hair that seemed to slightly wrap around the sides of his face sat alone silently. A young man with dirty blond hair styled in the form of a mullet/faux hawk, who looked like the youngest of the group next to myself, being 17, maybe slightly younger than Axel, sat on one of the couches on the far side of the room contentedly strumming a blue sitar that seemed to resemble the symbol of the organization. I wasn't sure why, but he looked vaguely familiar to me. He must have noticed me staring at him, as he suddenly looked up and smiled brightly. I quickly looked down, trying to avert his gaze. It must have worked, as he continued playing his sitar casually. "Looks like I'm paired up with you today, Number XIV." I looked up to see Axel staring down at me. He looked tired somehow, like something was troubling him. "Well, are you ready to go?" I nodded and stood. Even while standing up straight, the top of my head just came to his chin. Everyone in the Organization seemed to be quite tall. Well, except for me. I stared in silence as Axel raised his hand, causing a dark portal to appear. I began to follow him through the shadowy vortex, but stopped for a moment to look behind myself, feeling the gaze of someone upon my back. My suspicions proved correct, as my dark brown eyes met a pair of aqua blue ones. The man had long hair which matched the blue color of his cold eyes, and he had a deep scar in the shape of an X covering his face. When his gaze remained locked on me, I turned around and followed Axel into the darkness.