First, a thanks for reading. I am trying to keep to the main concept of Organization 13, but I will tweak a few things. If I miss something major, let me know.

Second, I apologize if it is starting off slow. I believe in an informative and thorough opening, is all…

Lastly, enjoy!

Fyer jerked awake, throes of terror still lingering from her nightmare. She sat up and turned so her feet were hanging off the bed. She stood and walked to her window, trying to get the shaking to stop. She opened the curtain and gazed up at the crescent moon, waiting for the memories to fade. The dream had been so bizarre.

She had been traveling through door after door of a white castle, trying to find the way out. But there seemed to be none, so onward she went, endlessly trapped by the snowy walls. In the castle, she felt something eerie reverberating through the air, like a dark presence watching with unblinking eyes. It was everywhere, and no matter how many doors she ran through, it followed.

She had been having them ever since she arrived in the city a few days ago. She had come here for an interview for an extremely good job, but the decision had still not been made. For the time being, she was staying in a small condo in the near center of town, surrounded by an endless stream of houses. She wasn't used to any sort of city setting, but knew she needed to get used to it if she got the job. Though she missed the quiet of the woods back home, she didn't have anything to go back to. No family, no friends. That had been destroyed when the flames had swept through the trees and killed nearly everyone in her town.

Now that she had turned her mind to the real nightmare, the white castle walls had faded into just an echo in the back of her mind. Now that her mind was busy, she could no longer sleep. She changed her clothes and stepped out onto the quiet street, listening to the sounds of the night. The nights here were silent, but much louder when one entered the main plaza. But silence is what she needed right now. Fyer turned and walked down the street, following its curves until she reached a simple chain strung across the street. She ducked under it, and passed by a sign that proclaimed: BEACH CLOSED 1AM TO 5AM.

She wandered across the beach to a pile of driftwood that had been collected by the city workers. It had been sitting there since she arrived, and it didn't look like they would be moving it anytime soon. The night was dim, but she could still see the slivers of light reflecting off the waves. She sat down carefully on a marooned tree trunk and gazed out over the water, allowing the soothing sounds to clear her mind.

To her surprise, when her mind cleared, a very vivid memory came back to her from the day before. The man with the unusually gold eyes that she had seen came to mind. The way he had acted was odd, as though he didn't know how to interact normally. She had met many strange people before, and the closest thing she could compare him to was a sociopath. He had looked at her with inexplicable interest and seemed as though he had approached only to gaze at her. Still, her papers had flown off her bench the moment he walked in front of her, and she still had no explanation. There had been no breeze, and no one else had been around that could have knocked them off. She shuddered, realizing how foolish it sounded. He had merely been an odd passerby, and it had been a bizarre coincidence that her papers had fallen off of her bench at his approach, that's all.

Fyre closed her eyes, listening to the waves. It washed away her spinning thoughts, leaving only silence at last. After a long while, she finally opened her eyes and stood, ready to return home. She turned around and cried out in surprise.

A figure stood beside the driftwood pile, turned toward her in a relaxed stance.

"Ah, oh my...you scared me. I'm sorry, I know the beach is closed, but I wasn't out here to destroy anything. I just wanted to….," Fyer stopped, words stuck in her mouth. Somehow, the light from the moon was hitting the figure's eyes just right, making them seem to glow. Golden eyes.

"Are you…," Fyer asked, peering closer at the stranger. It had the broad figure of a man, and long silvery hair glinted in the moonlight. There was no mistaking it. With a quick burst of energy, she ducked around the driftwood pile, putting it between her and the man who called himself Z.

"What the hell are you doing here?! Did you follow me?" she exclaimed, trying to keep her eye on the shadow. The head tilted, watching her.

"I finally understand. Your dreams…they are what call me," Z said slowly, his tone flat. Fyer moved a little more until the beach gate was in her sights. She cursed her bad luck, and her foolishness for entering such an uninhabited beach at this hour.

"It was no mistake that we met, is it?" Fyer asked, finally letting her doubts go. He had struck her as odd, and she knew she should have refused him help. But if she had, wouldn't the result have been the same?

"Of course not. I would have rather approached and examined you, but you creatures of heart are so sensitive about strangers. I did not want too much attention drawn to myself…or to you," Z answered, moving around the wood pile toward her. With a start, she quickly countered, leaving the mass between them.

"What do you want from me? Why did you follow me?" she demanded, losing sight of the creep. All she could hear were his footsteps and she was growing terrified. Her nerves finally reached their end, and she bolted before he had a chance to answer. After only a few seconds, a powerful hand snagged her wrist, violently bring her to a stop. She turned to fight, but was drawn against her foe, one arm holding her limbs against her, and the other covering her mouth. The leather gloves creaked as he secured her, and he leaned over her with a chuckle.

"Such fearful creatures. You do not need to fear me, little hearted one. I have no intention of killing you. You are far too useful for me to simply…dispose of you," he whispered, looking up to check their surroundings. She struggled, finding it to be completely useless. He was incredibly strong. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. All she had to do was wait for a chance to escape.

"Though, I do find our situation strange. It took me a great deal of time to figure out it was your dreams that were bringing me here, though even that is not completely true. Even as you were awake and walking through these streets, I felt an urge to follow you. I first intended on securing you in a sleeping chamber until your purpose is served…but there is something more to you that I still have not been able to understand. You draw me like nothing I have ever felt. If the pull on me is this strong, then others must feel it too. I must take you to The Castle That Never Was before another has a chance at you," he murmured, far too close to Fyer's ear. She flinched, trying to scream out for help, but his hand muffled every sound.

He made as though to reach his hand out, and Fyer fought him furiously. He quickly secured her arms again and growled softly.

"This won't do. You won't listen to reason in your state. I'm going to have to make sure you don't make a disturbance on our way through the dark corridor," Z said, tone still even and smooth. Fyer's eyes widened at this, but there was nothing she could do. The man's arm rose quickly to her neck and he closed his arm against her throat, cutting off her air. In a panic, she tried to pry his arm away from her, but he didn't budge. Fyer saw the moonlit beach fading before her as strength began to leave her body. This can't be happening to me. This has got to be a nightmare. Fyer thought, feeling her conscious slipping away from her. As her legs gave out below her, the man lowered himself with her, prepared to pick her up as soon as she fainted.

Fyer's arms fell to her sides and the last thing she saw was the moon shining down upon the silent beach, which she wholly regretted ever coming to.