Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but for now, all the characters are my invention.


Dyana woke up before dawn, a bit sooner than she was used to. But that day wasn't going to be just like any other. Zyan had told her she was going on a mission, at last. And after a month of training, she felt she deserved it.

It wasn't that she didn't like being in the Fortress, but she was bored. The enormous castle had something that attracted her, the eternal night made her feel... happy? No, not happy, not feel, not her. But she could say she was at ease. It was just that a month in there had been too much, she needed to go out at least for a little time. And Zyan had agreed, so that same morning she would go out on her first mission.

Kyle and Kizar would go with her to check the nearest world, that was under control of the Dark Wielders. There had been too many reports of Keyblade Wielders around there, and if they needed to be taught a lesson, then they would be. Those "Keybladers" should learn to respect boundaries.

Her hands clenched to firsts at the thought of those white cloaked folks. They appeared as protectors of the justice, but they were nothing like that. That she had become a nobody... it had all been their fault. Zyan had explained it all to her: the way they had tracked her, hunted her, just for being a Seeker of Darkness, someone who believed that the source of power wasn't light, but darkness itself. If the Dark Wielders hadn't appeared, she wouldn't be a nobody. She would be dead. Thus, they had to pay.


Things had changed a lot in a month, and Erik couldn't do anything but to watch helplessly as forces that he couldn't control destroyed his life. After Ruby's attack and Dyana's disappearance, everything had gone from bad to worse. There had been two more attacks to Keyblade Wielders and and one of the apprentices of Master Myram had died while the other was still unstable. And, worse of all, he was now sure that Dyana had been if not kidnapped, murdered by those Dark Wielders.

The situacion couldn't remain like that. The Keyblade Wielders had been working to keep the peace during centuries. And as guardians of the light, they had to stop this nosense.

He knocked at Master Kenta's door and was soon asked to pass. He bowed her head, greeting the middle-aged man. As always, he couldn't help feeling small when he looked at those wise, gray eyes. There was something impressive in his master, Erik thought, even if no-one could truly describe it. The fact that he wore his Keyblade Master cloak even there probably helped.

Kenta had been reading something but when his apprentice entered he left it on the table.

-Are you ready?

Erik nodded. -I am. -And this time, his voice was as confident as it had been before, when he still had Dyana with him. Because he was doing it for her, to avenge her.