Prologue 4: Lexaeus
The castle has been quiet these days.
Too quiet, I might add, even for one who prefers silence as myself. The place feels empty somehow, now that only three of us are left. I'm even beginning to miss the sounds of Demyx practicing on his sitar, and of Marluxia hurrying along the halls and making sure every last one of his decorations was in place and unharmed.
Even the sound of Xigbar's guns going off during one of his many target practice sessions would be a welcome sound to me now, no matter how much the sound annoyed me in the past.
It doesn't help that none of the three of us left are known for talking very much. Vexen is always locked away in his lab, working on his latest project--speaking of which, having the girl around will be a pleasant change from this endless silence. And Zexion... well, he's certainly more talkative than I am, but even so he was never one of the chattiest members of our Organization.
I've mostly been turning to the radio lately, when I feel the silence has gone on for too long. It's difficult to pick up very many good stations from here, but that's probably just because I'm twelve floors under the ground.
I would have preferred the peace of death to this life, but it seems our work on these worlds is not yet finished. The other day, Zexion mentioned a new type of creature unlike any he had ever seen--almost like a Heartless, but composed of Light. It's certain that these creatures are a threat, and all that we have read in the ancient scrolls seems to confirm this.
They may be the same creatures said to serve Gil-Neithev that were mentioned in the scrolls; Zexion certainly believes that they are, and the descriptions match up perfectly. Fortunately, they have not yet begun to appear on this world. It's hard to tell what worlds they exist on currently--we have no way to send scouts to many worlds at a time, now that only three of us remain.
It seems that history is repeating itself. I have no doubt that, if one were to look back in history even further than the times depicted on the scrolls, you would find an event similar to the attacks of the Heartless that we have seen in our own lives. And this invasion that is brewing as we speak is what came next; first there was an attack from the Dark, and next will be one from the Light.
Only now there is no Xehanort to cut Gil-Neithev down and seal the being away at the heart of a world. The ancient ways of the Warriors of Darkness are likely to be lost; the methods of creating the doors and trapping Gil-Neithev are almost certainly forgotten.
And the heroes who fought back the invasion of the Dark are still unaware that the opposite side can be just as much of a threat. Sora, Riku, and even the mouse King, Mickey... none of them have truly realized that both Light and Dark are dangerous, just as both are helpful.
It seems that our time to prove ourselves to the world, to wash away the stain that Xemnas' treachery has left on Organization XIII's name, will soon arrive.