A new life. A fresh start. Purpose. That was what the Organization XIII was offering me. And I needed those things.

I was going to join the Organization XIII.

Okay, that was the first chapter in Hexal Awakening, I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be about how Hexal gets to the mansion gate, and about her transition from a human into a Nobody. So, until then;)

Chapter Two:

If I was going to join the Organization XIII and gain meaning and a new life, I wanted to start it off with a clean slate. When I left for the mansion gate, I didn't take anything extra with me. No food, no extra clothes. Nothing. Just myself and my broken heart. It was going to be a very long walk.

But how did I know that, I didn't know where the mansion gate was. I didn't even know where the mansion itself was. But I had been an expert at winging it. I had just walked out out the door of my once home, leaving the letter on the kitchen table, and walked down my once driveway. Then I had gone down my once street, and walked right out of my once town.

And I had never gone back ever again. Consciously.

The sun had just begun its descent from the middle of the sky, and I had wanted to see if I could make it to the mansion gate before it got dark, so I had had to hurry. Some of the fuzzy, half thoughts and memories from that long walk sometimes haunt me today.

I had wondered how I was going to fit in with the other members of the Organization. Would all of the members accept me? But then again, who was me, anyway? My heart had been broken, I had no purpose, and the letter had only confirmed that. How could they give me purpose? What were they going to do to me? Would I be like I used to be? Before all of the interest in the castle started, just fooling around, and having fun? Being lazy with the boys and having ice-cream?

Or would I be new? Would my personality change? Would I look different? What was I supposed to even do as a member of the Organization XIII? I had wondered if the other members would be like me, with a broken heart and all.

The sun had begun to set, but I was almost there. I had then realized that I was not going to get to the gates before it got dark, but I had kept going. I had kept going like that for a long time, I'm not sure how long it had been, though. I had been walking up a hill, and I had just reached the crest , when I had seen a shimmer, sort of like a mirage, but it was dark.

The sky was getting darker steadily. As I got closer to the dark mirage, I saw that it was a gate. A gate with giant black chains wrapped around it. And behind that, a mansion. It had been surrounded by a wall, with the gates completing it, and just inside the gates had been some broken statues, or pillars, I can't quite remember.

The mansion itself had been huge, but it's all just lines and stones to me now. Even the color in the memory is fading quickly. My only hope of remembering this time is to tell it all to someone who will remember.

The sun had just dipped under the horizon as I walked up to the gate . There had been no one there. The letter had said to wait. So I had sat down and waited. I felt nothing. I had wondered if I would ever feel anything ever again. I wondered if I would ever even be capable of feeling again. Purpose. I had been reminding myself of what the Organization had promised me.

It was getting so dark now, some of the stars had even begun to come out of their hiding places. Only the brightest ones, though. The moon had come out, too. It wasn't full, just about halfway, but its brilliance had been startling.

I can remember a dull throbbing in my wrist, and when I had looked down, I had seen the deep scars of our symbol bleeding. Blood ran down my wrist and fell off in fat drops and splattered against the ground. But I hadn't cared.

I had wanted to just get it over with. I had looked over at the mansion, and didn't see any signs of life. No lights in the windows, no birds lotitering around the mansion grounds. Nothing. Why here? They could have just met me back home. They knew where I lived. I didn't know why. I still don't. Then suddenly, a steam had shattered the night. It came from beyond the mansion gates. It had been wild, and untamed.

"Stop! Control yourself!" I remember a second voice shouting, trying in vain for their voice to be heard over the uncontrolled wails. The voice was deep and rich, and like no other voice I had ever heard before.

"Argghh!" The first voice had screamed, "let me go! I have to go back! She's waiting for me!" He had sounded so desperate, so human. It had made me wonder, and it still makes me wonder today, how someone, or something can hold so much feeling in their voices and in themselves like that.

"Why are you not changing?" The rich voice had exclaimed in exasperation. After several minutes of the other man screeching and moaning, he finally said forcefully, "that's it, I'm taking you under, you're not suited for the above right now. It's clear that bringing you here tonight was not a good decision. Now, quiet." And with that there was. Loud thwack, and there was only silence in the night. A little while later, there was the loud and final bang as it seemed a door had closed. Then there was nothing but me.

I had sat there for a while longer, watching the stars appear in the night sky overhead, one by blood had stopped flowing, and the scars had started to heal again. I had waited for such a long time by then, that the next time I had looked up to the stars, the sky had been full of them. The sky itself had been a watercolor picture of dark blues, swirling purples, and opalescent greens, swirling and mixing with itself and the stars. The whole night had seemed to glitter with darkness and shadowy magic it had never seemed to posses before.

Then suddenly, there was a figure walking towards me. It wore a long black cloak-like garment, with the hood pulled up, obscuring its face. I had stood up, ready for anything it was going to throw at me.

"Hello, Hexal," the shadowy figure had greeted me, "you have come to join us?" I had then recognized the smooth tone as that of the second voice in the mansion.

"Yes," I has said, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, " you said in your letter that you could give me purpose, and I'm here. Give it to me." I had said, getting straight to the point. Darkness swirled around our feet, seeming to radiate from the ground, and obscuring the figure even more as he laughed softly.

"You want purpose?" He had asked.

"Of course," I had replied, "you said in your letter that you could, and would, it to me" I had repeated myself.

"Yes, I did." The man had said, inclining his head towards me, "do you truly want it? I can give it to you, but you must give up this life and world for it."

"You're Xemnas?" I had asked.

" I am," he had replied, "but who are you?" He had stretched his hand out in front of him, and opened it wide. He made a sweeping motion with it at me. Silver letters spelling out my true name had appeared in front of me. They had shone like the stars overhead.

"Platinum?" Xemnas had sounded surprised, while I looked at the letters floating in front of me, my true name.

"I am," I had paused uncertainly, "I am… No one."

"That is right," Xemnas had said in approval, "you are no one, but I will make you a Nobody."

"A Nobody?" I had asked in alarm, "what's that? I thought you said that you were going to give me purpose!"

"I will," he had said, waving his hand in front of the glowing letters, "right after I give you your new name, and your new life."

"But I have to find my friends!" I had shouted spas the platinum letters started swirling around my torso faster and faster, until they had become a blizzard of light. It hadn't stopped as the wind started whipping my clothes, as if they were angry, feral beasts.

"What?" I had heard Xemnas say as I had started to rise off of the ground.

My head had been thrown back as Xemnas raised both his gloved hands in front of me and made a grabbing motion. Then he had made a pulling motion, and I can remember inky purple and orange smoke coming out of my nose and open mouth. Me head had started feeling fuzzy, and the last thing I had heard was Xemnas' voice saying, "this is going to make things so much more complicated."

Finally, the smoke coming from my body had subsided, and Xemnas threw out his hand, fingers splayed wide. The last thing I had remembered as I sank to the ground on my knees was the platinum letters in front of my face, an 'X' now displayed in the rearranged name.

"Hexal," I had whispered weakly before falling on my face in the dirt.