Thirteen powerful beings sat atop high chairs in a circle. They all wore black cloaks, and all of them had no hearts. They were all Nobodies.
Their leader, the one who sat in the center, in a booming voice asked, "Has everyone sent the signals?"
They nodded, one by one. The leader nodded in approval. "And if they should not heed our warnings, then they shall pay the ultimate price."
One of these powerful beings, a man with spiky red hair, wasn't paying attention. He was busy in thought. 'The terrorist knew much… Too much. It is impossible for him to know so much… unless he was on the inside.
And the man grinned while looking around his comrades. One of them must be a traitor, and the traitor must be terminated. He resisted the urge to snicker as he thought, I hope that Demyx is the traitor.
Where one can find darkness in light, one can find light in darkness…A young man was running through the streets of the Dark City. A swarm of Nobodies appeared before him, and he summoned his Keyblade. Never stopping, he raised his Keyblade and sliced the Nobodies in half.
Despite his young age, the man was a Keyblade Master. The city that he was now roaming had used to be his home, but no longer. He had watched on the sidelines, whispering into the ears of those who fought, training them, helping them.
But he had watched for far too long. Things were taking a dangerous turn. No longer could he afford to remain in hiding and let others do his fighting. It was his duty to protect the city, and that is what he would do.
In his own way, though. He would need a covert team to assist in the liberation of the city. And there were very few people that he could turn to for help. But those very few people would be all he needed.
The absence of hope all around, one can hope for its return…A hero was sitting in an office going over some important papers. He was doing important work, plotting out movements and strategies, preparing for the inevitable.
A young woman walked into the office. "Ridge, has the time come for the mission?"
The hero, Ridge, shook his head. "Blaze, this will take time. Precious time."
Blaze was impatient. "We don't have time! I entered this partnership with you to end the reign of terror, not to wait until it's too late!"
"Blaze, calm down. Nothing shall happen this soon. As our plan takes time, so does theirs."
Blaze was still slightly angry. "We can not let other people fight in the open anymore! They do not know the risks! They do not know what is coming! We can't let them endanger themselves any longer!"
Ridge met her gaze. "I assume you are talking about the Thirteenth Order?"
"Yes! They are endangering themselves without even knowing it!"
"Stop lying, Blaze."
Blaze was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"You don't care about anyone risking their lives. If you did, you wouldn't be doing what you do. No, what you do care about is the safety of one person."
Blaze's eyes began to tear up. "Of course that concerns me!"
Ridge sighed. "Blaze, don't worry. Your sister will be all right."
Liberation can be within grasp, one might reason…An important meeting had been called in a hidden headquarters in a forgotten part of the city. Thirteen terrorists sit in the grand conference hall.
Most of them do not know why the meeting had been held.
Most of them guess why the meeting is being held.
Few of them know the truth.
Few of them can suspect the happenings.
One of them just wants to know what so many other people seem to know about him.
This was just a chapter to introduce mysteries, raise questions, and start the overall plot. I hope it was good enough! All characters mentioned in this chapter have been mentioned at least once before, so don't think I just threw some people in here!