Here, in the World That Never Was, it always rains. Even the lightest shades of grey seem almost black in the incessant downpour. Even the purest of hearts gives in to at least the appearance of darkness here. It has always been like that here, and it will always be so, until the end of everything. It is simply the way things are.
In the midst of the rain, there sits a girl. She is smiling and humming to herself, although her eyes are closed against the falling drops, an unwise idea, even now that most of the Organization members are gone. Her robes are soaking wet and dark, dark grey. She would be indistinguishable from the darkness if not for the garnish neon lighting reflecting off her blonde, blonde hair. Some people said she resembled Naminé, and wondered if perhaps there was some connection. There wasn't, though, to the best of her knowledge. They were just two beacons of light in a world without any.
The girl opens her eyes and looks upwards, towards the towering clouds, towards the empty space where once, the heart shaped moon hung. She would show them. All of them. When she was done, the Organization would beg her to join them, hells, lead them. Maleficent would be a children's story by comparison, the Keyblade nothing but an oversized trinket.
Water streams down her face. Raindrops. Always raindrops. In the World That Never Was, there are no tears.
The girl extends her hand from the protective covering of her sleeve, proving the underside of her robe to be palest silver. At her call, a portal of swirling shadows rises out of the wet cobblestones. She steps into, and opens her heart to, the darkness.
A/N- Short, I know. Believe it or not, this isn't a self-insert fic. I promise. Well, what do you think? There's more where this came from, but I'm not sure I should bother posting it. Lemme know your opinion.