Shadows of a Dream: Final Mix

Prologue

Darkness and light. Two extreme ends of a wide and diverse spectrum, yet many preferred to simply see the two ends. So many people overlooked the wide variety of colours in between the two. Was a creature that veered more towards the blackness of the night really more of a monster than a creature that moved too close to the light?

The dark waves lapped against the grey sands of the shore, soaking the tips of her deep violet boots. The light breeze blew her dark purple, almost black hair into her dark brown eyes as she gaze thoughtfully out over the ocean towards the moon. Some things didn't even seem to belong on the spectrum between black and white. She was not a creature of the dark, but she was nowhere near being called a creature of the light. She didn't fit into twilight, because she wasn't actually anything, and at the same time, she didn't fit into nothingness because she actually was something. Even a Nobody could easily be classified as nothing.

She one of her hands from her crossed arms moved, clutching over the spot where her entire heart had once been. There were so many things that couldn't be explained, and she was one of them. All she wanted was answers, and she was willing to walk the path that would give them to her, no matter what it actually was.

She heard footsteps approaching her across the sand, and quickly her thoughtful look vanished. It was replaced with a cold, hard expression equal to any frosted diamond. She pushed her hair out of her eyes again and turned around to face the four people that approached her, moving so that one of her gloved hands rested on her hip between her midnight black shirt and jeans. She eyed the newcomers for a moment before saying, "You're later than I expected."

Two heads slightly looked towards the youngest of the group before looking back at her, and she let out a deep sigh and shook her head. She eyed him, taking in his familiar stock of ice blue hair that looked as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket, and his rather dull hazel eyes. She shook her head again and said, "Do you know how important this object is that we're looking for, Jorix?"

Jorix glanced up at her from his slightly shorter height and said, "Well gee Crissy, you didn't exactly tell us why a little black book was so important. Lose some of your phone numbers?'

She narrowed at her eyes at him and said, "We need that goddamn book. If you need to know, it's a journal."

"Oh, so someone stole your diary then? I thought you were sharper than that, Crysita."

Crysita pressed her lips together and said, "That book is the journal of one of the members of Organization Thirteen. Rumor has it that there were some other notes thrown in there from other members as well. It could easily give us an inside look at the Organization."

"Why are they so important?" the only other female in the group asked, twirling her golden blonde hair around her fingers. "The Organization? You've spoken of them before, but never anything really specific."

"Why? Because they've been the closest thing in over ten years to actually almost reach Kingdom Hearts," Crysita explained. "And you know why we need to reach Kingdom Hearts, Lilanti."

Lilanti nodded, her vibrant purple eyes flickering over to the man beside her as he sighed. She was dwarfed by his height, but in comparison, she seemed to be the tougher of the two. He seemed more like the philosopher type, with his extremely calm features and tone of voice. Lilanti nudged him roughly and said, "Were you going to say something? Or are you just attempt to sound like a big brute, Carverin?"

He shot a quick glare at her before running a hand through his shaggy, black hair, turning his navy eyes to Crysita. "The journal belongs to number thirteen, doesn't it?"

"What would give you that idea?"

"Well, if someone were to know anything about Kingdom Hearts, why not the Nobody who actually seemed to have a heart?"

"How can a Nobody have a heart?" Jorix asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"He was the Keyblade Master's Nobody," Crysita explained. "And you're right, it is his journal. It's one of the only documents left behind by the Organization that the witch Maleficent doesn't have, and it's better than nothing. They almost did it, they almost reached Kingdom Hearts."

"Call this question stupid," Jorix said after a moment of thought. "But how do we know this journal actually exists? I mean, wouldn't the Organization have destroyed it after this guy was killed?"

"He wasn't killed," Carverin answered.

At Jorix's stunned looked, Crysita nodded and said, "Roxas was his name. He betrayed the Organization and left to find his Other. He was…apprehended though, and his memories were erased and he was put back with his Other again. I know for a fact that this journal wasn't destroyed though. It was hidden away. The people who captured him never knew if it would be helpful or not in the future, so they didn't destroy it."

"So, now we need to find it before one of these people show up again and grab it first?" Lilanti asked.

"Exactly," Crysita agreed. "So you all had better get back to work. Look through every alley in The World That Never Was, search through all the rooms in the mansion in Twilight Town, the forest as well. Actually, anywhere in Twilight Town is possible. Just find it."

"What are you going to do?" Carverin asked.

She simply glared at him, and he didn't bother to ask again. Jorix, Lilanti and Carverin quickly turned to walk away, but the fifth person remained with Crysita. She glanced back at him and asked, "Sarlio?"

His piercing silver eyes glanced at her and he mumbled, "There's more than just Kingdom Hearts, isn't there?"

Crysita eyed him for a moment before saying, "There's much more than just Kingdom Hearts. Every little piece of the puzzle has to be put in place perfectly, and it will require some sacrifices on our part."

He didn't reply to that, simply turned on the spot and walked away. She watched him go before turning back to the water. The cold air brushed passed her skin, and she winced slightly. Something bad was coming for not just their opponents but for them as well. She could feel it with every last inch of her being.

It didn't matter though. She just needed to make sure that all the pieces of the events to come would fall exactly how she wanted them to.

Krystal Lily Potter