((Note that this is my first fanfic, and may not be very good at all. Also note, that if anything I say is blatantly wrong, I apologize.))
-Prologue-
One could have said that The World That Never Was had truly never been. Years had passed since the time of the Keyblade Master Sora, Riku, and co. And in those years, the world borderlining the realm of Darkness had become almost completely deserted and forgotten. What once had been a city filled with Nobodies, was now a desolate, abandoned Twilight Realm. The Organization that had once had control of the Castle That Never Was could have never existed at all...ironic, isn't it?
Throughout the empty streets and buildings of the Dark City, maybe only three or four Dusks appeared at any one time, unsure of how they managed to arrive here from Twilight Town and wandering looking for themselves in a sense. And forever casting the twilight was the shattered Kingdom Hearts, resting in the sky as empty as the creatures who dwelt in this void in-between. And then, there was the ghostly white floating Fortress...and it was in there that a lone 'special' Nobody waited in the room that had been called Proof of Existance.
A quiet and solemn voice was the only thing that broke the seemingly eternal silence that loomed over the world, as a figure looked at the graves of the Organization XIII. "Number XIII: Roxas...the Key of Destiny. Number XII: Larxene...the Savage Nymph. Number XI: Marluxia...the Graceful Assasin. Number X: Luxord...the Gambler of Fate. Number IX: Demyx...the Melodius Nocturne. Number VIII: Axel...the Flurry of Dancing Flames. Number VII: Saix...the Luna Divider. Number VI: Zexion...the Cloaked Schemer. Number V: Lexaeus...the Silent Hero. Number IV: Vexen...the Chilly Academic. Number III: Xaldin...the Whirlwind Lancer. Number II: Xigbar...the Freeshooter. And Number I: Xemnas...the Superior...
...You did not exist, yet I know that you once did. Lost forever in the pursuit of becoming whole once more. Eliminated for the excuse that you didnt belong...just as I should not belong. Though I never knew you...I shall carry out the dream that you wished you could have seen through. There shall be a new Order...a new Organization...and the Superior that is needed for its creation. Though I should be Number XIV...I shall take the needed role of Number I: Exvind...the Superior."
These words came from a humanoid Nobody...one dressed in the infamous cloak of the Organization. He stood at approximately six feet, and had a slim frame. His voice was deep and thoughtful, but completely emotionless. He did not try and trick himself. He had no heart...he had no emotions. He was nothing, yet something. A Nobody. From beneath his hood, a pair of eyes began to glow with an eerie red light, as he snapped his fingers, bringing forth two of every common and elite Nobody, excepting the giants Twilight Thorn and Spectre. To the lesser creatures, he ordered,
"Go forth to the worlds...search for others like myself...and bring them here...we shall all be whole once more...soon." And through many Dark Corridors, the Nobodies dispersed...to rebuild Organization XIII.
End of Prologue. Act One Beginning Soon
One could have said that The World That Never Was had truly never been. Years had passed since the time of the Keyblade Master Sora, Riku, and co. And in those years, the world borderlining the realm of Darkness had become almost completely deserted and forgotten. What once had been a city filled with Nobodies, was now a desolate, abandoned Twilight Realm. The Organization that had once had control of the Castle That Never Was could have never existed at all...ironic, isn't it?
Throughout the empty streets and buildings of the Dark City, maybe only three or four Dusks appeared at any one time, unsure of how they managed to arrive here from Twilight Town and wandering looking for themselves in a sense. And forever casting the twilight was the shattered Kingdom Hearts, resting in the sky as empty as the creatures who dwelt in this void in-between. And then, there was the ghostly white floating Fortress...and it was in there that a lone 'special' Nobody waited in the room that had been called Proof of Existance.
A quiet and solemn voice was the only thing that broke the seemingly eternal silence that loomed over the world, as a figure looked at the graves of the Organization XIII. "Number XIII: Roxas...the Key of Destiny. Number XII: Larxene...the Savage Nymph. Number XI: Marluxia...the Graceful Assasin. Number X: Luxord...the Gambler of Fate. Number IX: Demyx...the Melodius Nocturne. Number VIII: Axel...the Flurry of Dancing Flames. Number VII: Saix...the Luna Divider. Number VI: Zexion...the Cloaked Schemer. Number V: Lexaeus...the Silent Hero. Number IV: Vexen...the Chilly Academic. Number III: Xaldin...the Whirlwind Lancer. Number II: Xigbar...the Freeshooter. And Number I: Xemnas...the Superior...
...You did not exist, yet I know that you once did. Lost forever in the pursuit of becoming whole once more. Eliminated for the excuse that you didnt belong...just as I should not belong. Though I never knew you...I shall carry out the dream that you wished you could have seen through. There shall be a new Order...a new Organization...and the Superior that is needed for its creation. Though I should be Number XIV...I shall take the needed role of Number I: Exvind...the Superior."
These words came from a humanoid Nobody...one dressed in the infamous cloak of the Organization. He stood at approximately six feet, and had a slim frame. His voice was deep and thoughtful, but completely emotionless. He did not try and trick himself. He had no heart...he had no emotions. He was nothing, yet something. A Nobody. From beneath his hood, a pair of eyes began to glow with an eerie red light, as he snapped his fingers, bringing forth two of every common and elite Nobody, excepting the giants Twilight Thorn and Spectre. To the lesser creatures, he ordered,
"Go forth to the worlds...search for others like myself...and bring them here...we shall all be whole once more...soon." And through many Dark Corridors, the Nobodies dispersed...to rebuild Organization XIII.
End of Prologue. Act One Beginning Soon