Hiya everyone! -waves- This is my first story so please help me out and don't leave any flames. I love Kingdom Hearts but this is kind of sort of an AU since it takes place in another world. It has a bunch of characters from Kingdom Hearts I and II, including the Organization members.

The pairings are SoraxKairi, RikuxNamine, AxelxRoxas and more!

Please enjoy and leave a review! -begs-

Prologue

The quick bold steps of a mysterious figure echoed on the cold marble floor. Although, not much could be discerned about the figure, it walked swiftly and with great purpose. It was heavily cloaked in billowing dark robes and there were no hints of the person beneath the coverings. The greatly hooded face was hidden deep within the robes; yet, a pair of shining eyes was visible from time to time as the above lights dared to sneak inside the hood. He, or perhaps she, walked alone, the corridor completely deserted. The figure stepped smoothly, the soft footfalls reverberating in the silent hallway.

The corridor itself was shadowed with very few lights hanging from the smooth ceiling high above. It was little more than a smooth tunnel and was devoid of doors save one at the far end. This door had no apparent handle or any other way of entering it. It appeared seamless with no marks or indentations and appeared to be almost perfect. Its strange metallic surface was made of a substance unlike any other and it seemed to radiate an inner glow and vitality.

The mysterious figure came to an abrupt halt before the silvery door. Its cloaks came to a gentle rest and settled around it, the last of its footfalls echoing down the blank hallway. It stood completely still, staring at the door as if waiting for something. It shifted, bringing up one tiny and delicate hand, gloved all in black. The hand waved smoothly in front of the surface. A gentle tinkling like that of fine glass reverberated through the air.

The sound vibrated through the hall, echoing down the empty corridor. The light hanging above the door flashed twice before the door itself dissolved completely. The figure tilted its head as though fascinated by the process before disappearing into the doorway without another thought. The door shimmered and reappeared behind it, sealing up the entrance as if it had never opened at all.

The person was now in a small room. It was devoid of decoration and furniture, except one pedestal standing elegantly in the center of the room. The pedestal itself was very plain and seemed to be composed of simple grey granite. The thin stylish frame sat on a wide thick base. The neck of the pedestal gently fluted out to form a circular platform.

There was a pillow, black in color, in the design of a star. On the pillow was the centerpiece of the room, a small yet simple silver chain without any decoration. The chain formed a small pile of coils, much like a snake before it strikes. There was a soft, source-less light shining on the pedestal that glittered on the chain and made it seem as if the metallic coils were winking at the figure.

Slowly and carefully, the figure moved to stand before the pedestal. It looked down upon the chain and reached out with a shaking hand. It paused momentarily, small hand hovering over the chain, as if waiting for some sort of sign.

The argent chain sat patiently upon the pedestal, casting the light from above onto the shadowy face. The chain appeared to have a mind, a vision of its own. The concealed visage looked up into the light, the hood falling back only a few inches revealing soft brown skin and a lock of midnight hair. The hand still hovered precariously over the nondescript chain. A gentle wind suddenly came from nowhere into the room, rustling the robes of the cloaked one. With a sudden quick gesture, the person scooped the chain off the pedestal and turned away from it. In one smooth motion, the argent links were deposited into one of the many pockets of the robe and the figure swiftly left the room.

The black cloaked figure now walked more slowly, more thoughtfully. Head cocked to one side as if waiting for some sound, some signal. The corridor was again devoid of any doors but the person was not deterred. It had a purpose, a function now, and there would be nothing to stop them.

Not this time. Not ever again…

Far away, a young man sat up suddenly from his bed. His heart was beating frantically and a cold chill crept down his spine. His aquamarine eyes pierced the darkness as he searched for the source of his terror. What had caused him to awaken in such a state? What did his dreams mean?

He swung his long legs over the edge of his bed and walked over to the window in his room, the only source of light available. He gazed at the brilliant moon streaming in from the glass panes.

Was it a vision of the future? Was it a glimpse of his forgotten and distant past?

He laid his head against the window, the cool glass felt gentle against his burning forehead. A few silver hairs escaped from their confinement and lay against the pane of the window. In frustration, he tucked them back behind his ears.

Why was it all a secret? Why was his life a veil of mystery?

He looked to the sky, shining with the many stars. He had seen them in his dreams, like a far away destination. And he wondered what was out there, beyond his mortal sight.

In his mind's eye he saw the mysterious person, and the silver chain but what did it mean and who was the heavily cloaked stranger?

After a moment, he sighed to himself and stepped away from the window. With the practiced ease of one accustomed to the dark, he wove his way around the room until he was at the dresser that contained his clothes and a small mirror. His chest burned and he clutched at it momentarily. Ah, the pain, it seemed always worse when got anywhere close to remembering his past. He picked up the small mirror and gazed into it. Not surprisingly, he saw his own reflection. He was haggard and could probably use a good night's sleep. But nevertheless, he was himself, as he knew he would be.

"Then why did it feel so real? I was that other person; I was that stranger in the night?" he murmured under his breath. "I almost feel as if I should not be me…I wish I were not," he uttered in anger.

With a sudden violent thrust he threw the mirror down on the dresser. There was an intense tinkle as it shattered; the noise echoed throughout his room. The boy simply snorted and went back to his bed.

'That was mature,' he thought to himself as he lay back down but did not get under the covers due to the heat.

"Perhaps," he stated to himself quietly. "Perhaps, I would rather dream," he continued with a sarcastic smile as he closed his eyes.

It was not long before he had drifted into a calming slumber.

This is just the prologue. There's more to come

Valentine