Greetings people. For those who don't know me, I'm Ciel. I had a brilliant idea for this story, so I wrote it, of course. Well, as far as I know, no one is sure how Organization members VII-XII died before becoming their lovable Nobody selves…so I decided to come up with my own versions.
They shall go in order, starting with Saix here, and his Somebody, Isa. Remember, these Somebodies differ at least partially from their Nobodies (like how Roxas and Sora differ). And they're all in different worlds, not the same one. I can't think of much else to add…so, enjoy!
All Organization members, and anything else related belongs to Disney and/or Square Enix. Various minor OC's, and these versions of the member's Somebodies belong to me, I guess…
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People often take to the grave that which they can not give up. Their hopes and dreams, their fears…no one can leave those behind. Even if they have nothing else left.
One such soul denies the path he was born into, blazing his own trail. Denial of his fate has led to an adventurous life…but it is dangerous to look back on one's trail, even for just a little while…
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The forest of Glenn was always at its best during the spring. New life aroused, and the dwellers of the land celebrated the passing of the equinox. The Lumina Festival was tonight, to celebrate the end of night's hold on the day. Until fall, daytime would be longer than the night, and the people rejoiced.
Well, almost all of them.
"Isa? Isa?!?" One of the younger sprites zipped past the trees, searching for someone. The sun was setting, and the festival would begin soon. Surely, he would not want to miss it! No one in Glenn missed a festival; not the animals, the humans, the elves…no one. Certainly not Isa!
So concerned was she, that she didn't notice someone in front of her until she flew straight into their shoulder. The sprite was knocked back, tenderly rubbing her nose.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, you big…Isa!" The shoulder belonged to a man, tall and powerful in build. His azure hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, and a sword was attached to a hilt at his side. The rest of his outfit was typical for a traveler; a cotton shirt with some leather armor, similar pants, and leather boots. He noticed his companion with a soft smile, a light chuckle of amusement passing his lips.
"Silly girl, Keri. I'm still here…may I ask what the rush is?"
The little sprite straightened herself up. "Isa, the Lumina Festival is going to start soon; it's almost sundown! You aren't going to miss it, are you?"
Isa shrugged, absently toying with his hair. "I can afford to miss it."
"But this is the first time you've been home in years! Can't you at least enjoy one festival before running off again?" The sprite tried a pout, which only caused the adventurer to laugh. It was indeed his first trip home in a long time; he had left Glenn to seek out his fate as a mercenary, slaying beasts and performing quests, and the like. Far more exciting than the life of the forest.
"I prefer to be alone. And I happen to like having long nights. Cooler to travel in, and most beasts stay away from me anyway. Besides, if I really want to go, I can pop in whenever. The festival lasts until dawn tomorrow, remember." He outstretched a hand, allowing Keri to land on it.
"Your father won't be too happy about it," She scolded as she sat down.
"My father? What care has he for a half-elf like me?" He glanced to the side, as if able to see his own pointed ears, proof of his lineage. "Come on Keri. We can celebrate ourselves by the spring. It has been ages since I saw it in the moonlight. If I have any more quests like I have been, this may be my last."
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The elves, humans, faeries, and every creature in the forest danced about the firelight, in one of their irregular truces. No one ever fought during a festival; it was a time for rejoicing, to drink and to dance until sunrise. The flames in the middle of the forest burned like a miniature sun, a light visible for miles around.
On the outskirts of Glenn, the shadows began to take shapes. First, they were simply darkness with eyes. Behind them, beings began to rise, beings never before seen by the forest denizens. Each one, save for the natural shadows, were embedded with a black and red insignia, bright yellow eyes like stars on earth, peeking out of the night.
The beating of hearts ran like a sturdy drum beat through their ears. The sound of the hunt.
The Heartless Army surrounding the forest began to march toward the center, eyes fixated on the glorious flames…
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At first, not much reached Isa's ears. There was Keri giggling in the tree branches, flitting around from place to place like a hummingbird. Various animals who had also decided to stay home cried into the night, their own way of celebrating. A waterfall trickled lazily into a spring, the water reflecting the moonlight. The moon was full tonight, a pale sphere in the night. Off in the distance, laughter and songs echoed throughout Glenn, and all was fine. He didn't need some silly celebration to enjoy the equinox.
After awhile, however, Isa noticed the noises had died down. No nighttime birds sang, the crickets ceased chirping, and the festival voices had died down. The traveler, who had been lying in the grass until now, sat up, golden eyes alert. Something was definitely wrong here…
Screams. Shrieks of anguish and pain replaced the laughter, chilling Isa's blood. What was going on? Had a fight broken out?
"Keri, it's time to go. Something's afoot here." Not waiting for her to catch up, the half-elf ran through the woods, feet barely touching the ground. The screams grew closer, and bright golden eyes lit up the shadows. A creature, one resembling a flower, attempted to grab Isa with its vines.
Ka-shink! The being burst into darkness, slashed into oblivion by Isa's blade. He held it in both hands, for it was a claymore, and thrust at the darkness overwhelming him. He crashed out of the bushes, eyes widening as he witnessed the forest center.
Ruins.
Bodies were scattered everywhere, and even more shadowy beings slunk around, like starving panthers. Food and drink were spilled around, and the great firelight in the center began to spread, reaching the tips of the trees and setting them aglow. In an eerie way, the light was beautiful. Not to Isa. The sight took everything he had been raised with, every memory, and reduced it to ashes.
With a fury like he had never felt before, he screamed. With the stars as witnesses, he charged like a madman, bringing untimely demises to the beasts of darkness around him. In his mind, the same word repeated like a broken record;
Why?
Why did this have to happen? Why did everyone have to die? Why hadn't…
Why hadn't he been there to stop this?
Even though it seemed like the more he destroyed, the more came, Isa continued his slaughter. After what seemed like hours after bloody hours, the fight subsided. His eyes rose skyward, fixated on the moon. It was still where he saw it last, in those moments of peace under the spring. The moon had always seemed better than the boiling sun…
This moon was the last thing of his old life left. He had tried to leave Glenn long ago, to live a life away from families he never really belonged in. He was a half-elf; no one really cared for him. Humans and elves both found him loathsome, but he never minded. He took it all in stride, because he knew he could prove to them one day that he was better. To defy their expectations.
And now, they were all dead.
"You fools…" Isa growled. "You couldn't even stay alive? For this sacred night? For our home? For me to prove to you who I was…?"
That anger inside of him was eating away. As if all this destruction was causing every little thing over the years to ooze out. The rational side of him ordered him to stay calm; he had to find survivors first. Get out of the forest. Find out where Keri went. But this new side, it just mentally screamed, cursing everyone and everything. This wasn't right at all…
"Isa! Look out!" Barely noticing Keri, the half-elf didn't have time to scream, as the darkness returned. Something had pierced his chest, and it felt like his heart had stopped beating right then and there. He had failed to prove anything; he had died. Just like everyone else.
The last thing his eyes saw was the moon. That pale, perfect, irreplaceable moon…that would stay the same tonight, during this massacre, and every single night afterwards…
…Why did it suddenly look like a heart…?
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In a sudden death, no one has time to let go. Only those who remember can allow them to accept, and rest in peace…
But there was no rest for the Luna Diviner.
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You like? I figured Saix would fit as a half-elf of some sorts…even if just to explain his ears. Pointy ears…
Next up shall be…Axel! Hehe, this shall be fun…not what you'll expect, I hope.