This is an actual author's note not part of the story; I would just like to take a moment of silence in the memory of Steve Jobs. He brought us the iPhone, iPod, and iTunes. Let us not forget a great man.

While I'm with Roxas in this dark place why don't we find our two comrades, who will go with me, are up to.

Am I not enough?

Well if I want to survive I need a travel companion who has a body.

/You got me there/

Yes quite; anyway go find the kings Mage and Guard. We'll meet again don't worry.

Same time fanfiction castle

Maya strode down the hall carting her wand, The Mutant's Hope, ready to bash King Zorua over the head for sleeping in again. Why was Zorua king you ask; well no one else wanted the job. Which meant he got it and he appointed the mutant bird girl as his mage; she didn't know why and she didn't really care either. Her pointy wing shaped wand in hand she yanked it open and peered into Zorua's office where he often fell asleep.

"Zorua, it's time for your wakeup call; get up now or go comatose... again." She sighed thinking back to that week where Zorua wasn't around.

*Flashback*

Zorua is asleep at his desk, his usual cowboy hat still pulled over his face, snoring. Maya walks up raising her wand and slamming it down on top of the king's head.

*At the hospital*

"He's stable but not responsive," a doctor informed the young blonde girl in front of him. Maya stood behind the girl a wide smile on her face.

"Look on the bright side Angel; he's alive," Maya told Angel trying to comfort the young girl.

*End flashback*

Snapping out of her memories Maya finally took a look at the desk; Zorua wasn't there. Running over she came across a letter with her and White's name on it. White was Zorua's guard, much like Maya herself the young brown haired teenager had been kidnaped by the king from their home worlds; White had grown to like helping Zorua unlike Maya who just wanted to find a way to escape. Ripping open the letter she began to read.

Dear Maya & White,

I have decided to venture across the worlds in a desperate attempt to solve whatever problem is going on. As we all know I am terrible king and will probably mess up; why no one spoke up when I volunteered for this job we may never know. You two must go out and find a kid with a Keyblade to come bail my sorry ass out of whatever mess I'm in. Take the Iggy who SADA kidnaped with you; also Xion you'll need a pilot and a cook. While I'm gone Angel is in charge, not N though he's to childish; which is sad because he's a grown man and a seven year old has more maturity then him. Anyway I'm beginning to rant; save the cheerleader save the world.

Heh! Hero's reference!

/~Zorua/

[=|=]

'Well that's just perfect,' the dirty blonde thought to herself charging out a window and snapping out her wings. White was thankfully in the courtyard training her Pokémon; using her shield designed like a poke ball as a target. Shaking shard glass fragments from her shoulders; Maya landed not far from the trainer.

"Hey Maya what are we going to do today?"

"The same thing we do every day White, plan to take over the world... I mean rescue Zorua from whatever trouble he has gotten himself into this time." She corrected handing the teen their letter.

"I guess you better go tell Angel; I'll get our Gummiship ready and grab Xion. I'll see you in five," The Pokémon trainer instructed, walking off to the hangers. Maya groaned she had hoped that White would want to do nothing about this problem.

The bird girl thrusting the letter back into her pocket stomped off to find the replacement ruler; and inform her of her post.

'Well look on the bright side,' she told herself, 'at least this Keyblade wielder will be less annoying then the king; plus I get to spend more time with Iggy.' Turning down a hallway she spotted the mind reading girl she was looking for. Angel, another one of Zorua's kidnap victims actually coming from Maya's home world. Like the mage she had been genetically altered to have wings; plus she could read and control minds.

"Angel, White and I have to go do something; you're in charge while we're gone," With that Maya turned and walked to the hanger. White stood there with Number XIV of Organization XIII in front of the Gummiship. With a nod the three of them got in and took off for traverse town.

Back with Roxas

I lie unconscious; and am thrown from the dark corridor into traverse town.