Hello, everyone! It's finally here: the sequel! Now, just to warn all of you: past the prologue, this story's going to be rather strange on method of storytelling. You could say that I decided to pull a Bram Stoker narration, but with Kingdom Hearts than Dracula. But I hope this doesn't deter you from reading. I wanted to explore what went on after BbS and way before KH1. Anyways, enjoy!

I own nothing of Kingdom Hearts, except for my OCs.

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Prologue: First Examination

The infirmary was mostly empty, save for one small child, resting in a medical bed with a small empty table to her right. The little girl lay still in bed, staring at the ceiling with empty, glassy eyes that never took notice on her surroundings – not the lights hanging on the ceiling, not the electrical monitors that made tiny beeping noises, not even the beds that are neatly aligned around her.

She made no response whatsoever until she heard the sound of a chair being pulled over next to her, slowly turning her head to find three people in the room with her. One was a yellow-haired man with a red scarf and a lab coat, carrying a clipboard with papers in his hands. The second was an older man with platinum blonde hair and chilly eyes that gleam with intrigue. The third was a young boy with short pale blue hair, who hasn't spoken a word since coming along with them. The older men appeared to be talking amongst each other, discussing things that didn't make sense to her.

Then, the yellow-haired man sat down on the chair next to her, and looked at her as she stared blankly at him. "Good morning, little one. How are you feeling today?" The little girl didn't respond. "Probably not too well, I suppose. You want to know why we're here with you today, is that right?" The little girl nodded slowly. "In order to understand what ails you, we need to learn about you. Today, we'll be working on the basics: identity, origin, and the simple things."

"Ansem, are you sure she'll be willing to talk?" the older man asked, "Last I checked, you informed me that there is a chance she will not answer any questions."

"Whether or not she will talk, Even, depends on the questions you ask her," Ansem replied as he pulled out a pen from his pocket.

The young boy simply stared at the girl with curious eyes.

"Now then, little one, can you tell me your name?" Ansem asked the girl.

"…Luna."

"Luna, is it? That's a lovely name. Where did you come from?"

"…I don't have a home…"

Ansem looked up at her with a puzzled frown. "You don't have a home? What about family? Where is your family?"

"…I'm alone…"

Luna fell back into silence, and reached her hands to her chest, slowly rubbing a golden brooch pinned to her dress for comfort. The boy noticed this, and pulled up a stool to get a closer look at the trinket. In turn, it caught Even and Ansem's attention, and they took notice of the brooch and the stone held in it.

"Is that a moonstone?" Even asked, "I've never seen that kind of gem before."

Ansem stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "Perhaps she can tell us about the trinket she always has with her." He turned to her. "Luna, I see you treasure that brooch very dearly. Could you tell me where you got it?"

Luna stopped caressing the brooch and replied quietly, "…Big Brother."

"Oh, so you have a brother?" Ansem asked with interest, "What is your brother's name?"

"…Terra…"

"Terra…And where is he now?"

"…I don't…have a brother now…"

Her voice faltered as she started to whimper, tears falling from her eyes. She refused to speak any further. This was a warning sign that they won't get any more out of her from a little while, so they stopped.

"It seems that she's stopped talking," Even sighed in dismay.

"Perhaps it's for the best. We'll check on her later, and see if she's willing to talk a little more afterwards," Ansem replied as he finished taking notes, "But for now, we'll just have to make do with what information we have."

Though Ansem and Even had begun to take their leave, the boy stayed where he is, staring at Luna as she turned her head back to the ceiling and closed her eyes; he could see that she was still crying, but barely made a sound as she lay back on the pillow.

"Ienzo, are you coming?"

Ienzo turned around, and hurried over to take Even's hand and leave the infirmary; but before the door was closed, he took one last look at the lone patient with a vivid curiosity.