Prolog - Castle Oblivion
It
was hopeless.
Unable to do something, Marluxia looked into the
crystal ball in the center of the room, watching the fight between
Larxene and Sora.
He felt something that reminded him of anger, but it was not the same. Maybe because he had no heart that could possibly felt anger.
Axel betrayed them. Just like
that. Without explanation.
Marluxia shouldn't have trust him. He
was only counting on Larxene.
„Let's test him", she said.
„Maybe he's a good candidate."
He trustet her and regreted it.
Not that he didn't trust her, that's not it. Larxene was cruel, sneaky and cold-hearted, but loyal to him.
Since Larxene was just a newbie in Organisation XIII they had been stuck together and made plans together to take over the organisation, to rule.
Marluxia closed his eyes.
A
scream, curses and then... nothing.
Without looking he knew:
Larxene was gone.
He opened his eyes once again. The only
person he ever trusted, really trusted, was just gone. Dissappeared
into the darkness. Just like that.
And he knew: his time would
come, too. If Sora wouldn't kill him, Xemnas would or the traitor.
But...he wouldn't die without a fight. At least Axel deserved a
painfull death for what he did to them.
/Wait for me..., he thought to himself. /You won't be alone for long./
Marluxia
turned away, walking outside the room.
His footsteps died away in
the walks of Castle Oblivion...