Summary: Xemnas, in a mad act of desire, has chosen thirteen new targets to turn into heartless. It's his belief that their hearts will finally complete Kingdom Hearts.

Characters: Olympian Gods and Organization XIII.

Universe: Game

Warnings: Mild violence and mild language.

Dedication: I dedicate this story to Apollo, for without him there would be no literature, and I would have no writing skills.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own Percy Jackson.

Falling Skys, Ch 8

Sunlight is nearly always present, rarely being absent more than one night a month. Without sunlight there would be no life on earth, nor any of the many other worlds the Organization had access to. Without sunlight, all would be lost, and without the sun there would be no sunlight. And the moon is a reflection of the sun, a mere shadow, have only the power ceded by the sun.

There was sunlight today, bringing exceptional beauty to the normally crowded streets of New York. Here, in this part of the city, the sun hung high, unmarked by clouds, of which there were only a few. Light, sunlight, was everywhere. And Roxas loved it.

Roxas enjoyed being outside, breathing in the fresh air, stretching his legs. He happily walked down the street, his hood down, spiky hair swaying in the early day breeze. He was waiting for his opponent to make an appearance. It was dull work, waiting for someone to fight, but Roxas enjoyed the boredom.

"This is a nice place." Roxas said, liking the sound of his voice. "I think I'll take my next vacation here. And all these tall buildings! So many places to eat ice cream. Axle must be beside himself."

It had been some time since Roxas had been able to sit atop the clock tower, eating seasalt ice cream with his friend; recently, his time had been spent on reconnaissance, or resting in The World That Never Was. And while he was out in the field, Roxas the added strain of training the new "recruits."

So, surrounded by the beauty of sunlight, Roxas walked, relaxing and enjoying his surroundings. He knew that soon he'd be confronted by the one he was to occupy. And Roxas was proven right.

"Good morning" Roxas said, catching the attention of a small child, looking to be nearly twelve. "Are you lost?"

Roxas was well aware that the girl was not lost, that the girl was in fact not even a girl. Roxas knew exactly who this girl, who this goddess, was, and he also knew that she would be fooled by him only so long.

"Who are you?" She asked, acting like the girl she wasn't. "Why are you here when others aren't?"

Roxas gave pause, then slowly moved his mouth into a frown. He looked upon the girl, noting her piercing gaze. And as he let her look into his eyes, he felt her power; confusion filled her expression, and Roxas knew she felt his nothingness.

Then Roxas answered her question. "I don't know why I'm here, and I don't even know where here is. One moment, I was home, the next I was here, walking these vacant streets. My name is Roxas."

And the goddess used her powers, and she found no lies. For in place of lies, she found nothing, a vast expanse of nothing, as blinding and imposing as the sun. The goddess was overwhelmed.

She reacted, drawing on her patron power. The light of the nothingness began to wane, weakening until it fractured, falling away from the goddess. And the girl was covered by an eerie silver light, a light that danced around her.

And Roxas knew she was not fooled. He would have to fight her, this goddess. There was no other option, at least no option her could think of.

Roxas, thirteenth member of the Organization, summoned his Keyblade.