His eyes. One look into his eyes and I knew that Organization XIII was behind this. I had to find Alex fast. The two of us, together, could fight back the Darkness, but the question was for how long?

I finally found Alex, and the other two idiots, next to a city post with a megaphone on it. "The Organization! I knew it the first time I set eyes on this world, alone! You see, he's the key. The major heart of this world."

"What do you mean by 'Key?'"

Now the kid was catching on. But how was I going to explain to him all of the facts and details to him in plain English, so he would understand? The only solution was to, sadly, improvise. "Look, kid, the only thing I can tell you right now is to keep your mouth shut and eyes open. I hate to say it, but you and, possibly your brother, are being hunted down by an Organization that can't be taken down by this worlds Military."

"'World'?" This was going to be rocket science from here on out.

"Yes. 'World.' We are Keyblade Wielders. We protect different worlds from certain Darkness that can corrupt and destroy them."

"Xena, should we be telling him this?"

"He has the right to know if he's the duck being hunted in this dog race. Besides, he needs all the protection he can get."

"I'm sorry, but just how powerful is this Organization?"

"Let's just say that if any of the members have access to you, they have the ability to take hold of your heart, or corrupt it with Darkness. Whatever suits you." The look in his eyes was pure fire. That's when I knew nothing can penetrate him, or his heart.

We were then interrupted by the intercom. Gee, I wonder. The man on the other side of it was saying that their Prophet had been assassinated by 4 Teenagers. And he gave a description of us. Nothing new.

Then the ground began to shake. I knew it wasn't an earthquake, but something caught my eye. The Sun God statues. The damn Priest used alchemy to animate them.

In less than 4 minutes, we were surrounded by, at least, 6 of them. I pulled a grin and unsheathed my claws on my automail arm. I put one leg forward and one leg back. Then I pounced at the first statue, shattering it with one swipe. Then two more at once.

"How the hell . . ." He was impressed. All Wolf Demons from my Pack impress everyone who discovers them. I can't say the same about the Moon Pack.

The boy pulled me by my shoulder to tell me about a plan he and his brother formed to expose the Prophet. It sounded good, but was it in action? I had to trust him, no matter what. I also knew I had to protect the both of them. I also knew that if I didn't, my Master would give me hell for it, and I could, possibly, get my Keyblade revoked.

Then, an idea struck me. Climb the wall, and lure the Prophet to the trap. It was full proof, if the kid would cooperate. I unsheathed my other claws, and jumped onto the wall. "Edward!" I held out my hand hoping that he would follow. He was probably wondering how I knew his name, but he should've realized that I have been eavesdropping on him since the beginning.

I looked to my right and saw that Alex and his brother were already gone. Looks like the plan was in effect. Now it's time for my plan to be in effect.

He went to grab my hand, but one of the statues wacked him in the head, knocking him out. Now I was pissed. I jumped down and shattered the one that knocked out Ed, but another one got ahold of me. It used its staff to hold me up by the neck, trying to strangle me enough to knock me out. I was holding onto the staff trying to break it without breaking my arm. I heard and felt two cracks, but it didn't break. I felt something fall out of my jacket pocket. My Unit! That Unit is what's keeping any type of Darkness away from me, but it acts as my heart, as well.

I heard it hit the floor . . . hard. Then I felt a pain in my chest just as I passed out, as well.

ALEX P.O.V

This plan was sounding weirder and weirder by the minute. But I trusted them.

The brother came back with, believe it, or not, a church bell. Where he got it, I have no idea.

"Look, I know this is pretty weird, but my sister's right. You and your brother are being hunted. And . . . if my sister can't help then . . ."

"It's okay. If I know my brother, nothing can penetrate him. He doesn't feel pain."

"I can see that. And I see that he's been through much to help you." He paused, probably wondering how I knew he was hollow inside, but my sisters an alchemist, as well. And we've, both, experienced Human Transmutation.

"Yeah. That's how he got an automail arm." Now I felt bad for these two. To be trapped in a suit of armor for a quarter of your life must be painful.

XENA P.O.V

These have to be the most stereotypical people I have ever dealt with. They had me in an isolated prison room . . . chained by my neck to the wall. I know they understand that I'm a Wolf, but they had me tied up like a dog. Are they stupid? Do they honestly think that a measly chain could contain me?

I gripped the chain, until my knuckled turned white, and I cracked the chain off of my neck with no effort. I stood up with my claws, thirsty for blood. They went this far. Let's see how far they could go.

I went by the door, about to open it, but I forgot there were two guards standing side by side. I walked back, 5 steps, and kicked the door down, taking out the guards. Then I caught his scent. Edwards cell was right down the hall.

I walked down and saw that the door was free of guards. How boring. I liked a challenge, let alone a fair battle, on my side.

But for fun, I slightly kicked the bolted door open, taking off its hinges. "You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" I unsheathed one claw on my index finger and walked towards him to unlock the shackles around his wrists.

"I know this question may sound ungrateful, and I am, but why are you helping us?"

"Because I'm a nice person. And, believe you and me, the Organization is a tough group to run away from. You and your brother need all the protection you need. That's why I'm going to offer you this deal." After the lock snapped and fell to the ground, I got even. "I'll help you on your little escapade for the Stone."

"What? You'd help us?"

"Not only that, but protect you. Only a Keyblade Wielder, like my sister and I, can fight against the forces that are after you. You are the key to this world and they would do anything for your heart. Besides, you're wasting your time here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that hoax you call a Prophet has a counterfeit Stone. I'd walk away if I were you."

"Sure . . . if you can prove it."

"Boy, I don't need to prove it. I can tell by looking at the damn thing. If you want to find out the hard way, be my guest."

Then he showed up. The imposter Prophet. "Speak of the devil," I said under my breath. I couldn't wait to hear what this idiot had to say, but I wouldn't let him. I unsheathed my claws and quickly held them at his neck. "Admit it. You're doing this to gain admittance into your so-called society."

"But there is nothing to admit. As long as the people of this town live their lives and follow their beliefs, I'm safe from discovery. Besides, I don't know why you are making a big deal over how I run this town. Everything in this town, I created." With his hand, he shooed me away.

"Did you tell them that you're in league with 'them?'" He paused. That pulled a trigger. "It's pretty obvious that you are. I can see it in your eyes."

"I knew you would be a nuisance."

"And I thought they knew better. All this for his heart? They must've promised you something. Or was is his heart?"

"How do you know so much?"

"No, I think it's them who know too much." I gestured towards the speaker hidden inside of the back wall. "How long has that been on?!"

"Long enough. Game over."

"I don't think so!" He Transmuted his gun again, but before he could shoot a single bullet, I materialized my Keyblade and sliced the gun in half.

Amazed, or scared, he bolted out of the room, towards the front of the Cathedral.

"Believe me, now?" Edward was stunned for about 1 minute until I knocked some sense into him. "You see? Your heart is a natural key to this world, and if I don't get it, or you, more the less, through this safely, well, you will be subjected to Darkness. So, do we have a deal? Just look at it this way: No matter what, I will make sure you and your brothers' bodies get back to their original state."

I held out my hand waiting for him to do the same. When we shook hands, we headed straight for the front doors.

The entire town had to be in a riot against the Prophet. That meant I was right. He was in league with Organization XIII.

"Look, all you have to do is get rid of this counterfeit Stone, and all of this will be over."

"You think it's that easy? The Darkness engulfs what it touches."

"Well, then, I'll have to get rid of it!" I materialized my Keyblade, ran straight towards him, blade aimed at his chest, and stabbed him. As I pulled away, a blackish-pinkish-red heart floated out of his chest and disintegrated, rendering the Prophet unconscious.

I saw the stone roll from his hand and disintegrate, as well.

"I told you it was a fake," I said, gesturing towards the remnants of the fake stone.

"But how can you tell if it's a fake or not?"

"I told you before, I can tell by looking at it. The reason is because I'm not blind to the truth, like most people are."

After calming all of the people of the village, I found Ed, his brother, and Alex by a bridge leading out of the desert town. "So," I began, "this is where it begins?" Ed smiled at the question and we all walked off the bridge, Alex and I, in search of a mighty Keyblade, and the Elrics, in search of new beginnings.