A slight breeze swirled around the snow capped mountains. Small flurries added to the blue-white blankets. A man stood on the empty slope on his ski gear. His blonde hair was tied back into a long ponytail that cascaded down his back. His hands gripped themselves into tight fists, and soon, he pushed off with his snowboard. Finally, Even would be getting some time to himself. Ever since the research he had started about the darkness in people's hearts, he hadn't been getting much sleep. Even Braig had commented about the bags under his eyes. Luckily the cocky bastard was away on a hunting expedition and not with Even in the tranquil slopes. The blonde may have killed himself if his colleague had decided to come along.
Even noticed a slight jump, ripping him from his thoughts. The sudden rush of air as he ascended towards the sky made the young scientist feel alive. He hadn't had a chance to relive his passion in so long. Research and work kept him too busy.
As he touched down, Even noticed something moving around in the woods nearby. He skidded to a halt in the middle of the slope to get a better look. He watched the creatures with a sort of curiosity until a snowball like object hit him square in the chest. The cold stung his chest and strangely started to circulate through his body.
"What the hell was that?" Even asked himself, but his question was soon answered. Small blue bell shaped creatures came our from the brush. They were levitating in the air, and their yellow 'hats' wobbled dangerously on their heads. Luminous eyes shown from their darkened faces. The cold was eating away at Even, and soon his vision started to fail him. Things were getting dark, and despite whatever he tried, Even couldn't move. A loud scream escaped his lips and snow from the mountains started to cascade down in an avalanche.
Even found himself leaning against a tree. His snowboard was gone, and his gear felt somewhat loose. The blonde looked down to see that he was dressed in a long black cloak.
"Do you like it?" someone asked. Even looked beside him to see two rather familiar people.
"Dilan? Braig?" he asked, but the two had solemn faces.
"You could say that, but we abandoned those names. We're only shells of who we used to be...just like you now." the one that looked like Braig said.
"What are you talking about?" Even asked, and then a third person stepped out. "Xeonhort?"
"Xemnas." he said. "I have abandoned all ties to my former self. From now on, I shall be known as Xemnas...your superior."
"And what does that make me?" Even snapped.
'Xeonhort is still so conceited.' he thought to himself.
"You..." 'Xemnas' started. "You are Vexen...the Chilly Academic...number IV in our Nobody ranks."
"Nobody? Is that what attacked me?" Even asked puzzled. Xemnas shook his head.
"Those are a separate enemy. For now, welcome to the Organization."