Hey guys. I decided to redo a few of my ideas on my previous story "Those who are Forgotten". I'm not sure about this title, but whatever. If I need to change it, I'll let you know. and so, here's the Prologue and Chapter 1 of "The Negative Factor". Prologue There were thirteen... ...Sins' 7... ...Fate of 3... ...Balance of 2... ...and the Heart of 1. We were the Negatives. Those kept separate from the Organization XIII Positives. We studied everything under No. 0. He was the leader of the Negatives and Positives, the one behind everything. We of the Negatives called him the Heart Master. We all had a role to play. Sin's Seven were Heartless, into which the Heart Master placed artificial minds. They were the Generals of the Heartless. Pride, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and Sloth. They were Numbers -4 through -10. The Balance of 2 were Keyblade Wielders, the polar opposites of each other. Black and White. They were above the Sins. The Heart Master made it that way. They were Numbers -11 and -12. The Heart of 1 was even higher than them. He was Everything. He was Nothing. He was the strange combination of Heartless and Nobody, Keyblade Wielder and Unversed, created years ago by the Heart Master. Never a whole person, never an incomplete one. The shadow that walked through light. He was -13. Then there were us. The Fate of 3. Nobodies, all. The most wise, after the Heart Master. His trusted advisers. We three saw everything. We were the Past, Present and Future. The Judge of Silence, the Strings of Fate and the Ancient of Sorrow. The Judge's name was Loxare, Keeper of the Past and the voices that dwell there. The Strings was less formally known as Lesumax, Keeper of the Present and the ties that bond people together. The Ancient was also called Laxan, Keeper of the Future, its secrets and sorrows. We were Numbers -1, -2 and -3. We were. We were not. We were unknown to all, so we did not exist. The Heart Master gave orders to Number 1, who in turn, gave orders to the rest of the Positives. They did not know we existed. They had no need to. Pulling strings no one could see, moving the pawns from the shadows, we were the grand puppeteers, the chess masters, the ultimate manipulators. Watching from the smallest shadows, we waited. This is not our story. It cannot be for we do not exist. According to all we know, we never have, for our earliest memories were of this place, the Abyss Fortress, the land of everlasting daybreak. We do not know whose story it is. Maybe you can tell us... *** Chapter 1 Before the Beginning Loxare stormed down the hall, her currently red eyes fixated on the past, her reddish brown ringlets quivering. Her grey-gloved fist clenched and unclenched in fury as she tried to stave off the temptation to summon her weapon and smash something with it. It was a close battle. She bashed through the door to one of the rooms she shared with her siblings with a resounding crash. The room's only furniture was three chairs, sitting around a pool, and a bookcase, filled to the brim. “Brother, Sister, have you seen what he has done?†Her voice was controlled, but only just. “Is this how he treats us after years of service?†In a flash, her fist was through the wall, creating a hole in the stone. Lesumax's eyes were silver with gold radiating from his pupils, the only color they could be in this world; his hair was the color of moonlight. He stood with a sigh and gently pulled his sister's fist from the wall. “Of course, I am seeing what he is doing. It truly is a disrespectful thing for him to do. But what can we do. Is it possible to stop him at this point Laxan?†He turned to their older sister, sitting in her chair by the pool. Laxan's blank, white eyes turned towards her siblings. With most of her face shadowed by her hood, her hair color was impossible to determine. When she opened her mouth, a voice filled with hope and happiness burst forth. “No, it is not. In fact, what he is doing is necessary for the survival of us all.†She turned back to the pool and gazed into its' depths, eyes focused on the future. The other two relaxed automatically, soothed by their sister's eye color, and the type of voice she had used.. A future such as that could not be terrible in any way. Loxare glanced up into her brother's eyes. “It was still rude of him to use those pieces of us without asking. Even though he knew we would care.†She strode over to her chair and sat down heavily. Lesumax followed. “I know, Sister dear, I know. We can take up our quarrel with him later. For now, let us observe his actions carefully. We may need the knowledge later.†And, like Laxan, he and Loxare turned towards the pool, watching as their Master conducted his research. *** Deep in the basement, on the opposite side of the Fortress from the triplet's tower, the Heart Master was making his ultimate creation. Using a Keyblade Wielder who had stumbled upon the Fortress as his base, he proceeded to carefully experiment on him, using pieces of the Twelve's Hearts, or, in the case of the Nobody Fates, their Heartless. This boy would remember nothing of his past once the Heart Master was done with him. He finished sewing up his creation's chest, where the Master had been operating, and called out to the two Keyblade Wielders behind him, “Kuro, Shiro, now! Unlock his heart!†Kuro, deathly pale with raven hair cut short, raised his Keyblade, white, pupil-less eyes focused on his target. His twin, Shiro, who had the same skin tone as Kuro, but with hair the exact shade of fresh snow and lightless eyes, did the same. The tips of the Keys glowed, Kuro's Oblivion with light and Shiro's Lightbringer with darkness. The beams met, right above the creation's newly altered heart. *** Lesumax's eyes snapped open, followed shortly by Loxare's. Laxan didn't react to what she had seen, for she had seen it many times now. “Crafty old man.†Lesumax grimaced with realization. “This way, things are almost sure to go his way.†Loxare stood from her chair, moving towards the bookcase closest to her. “Feh. Let them. We can't do much to stop him at this point.†She picked up a few pieces from the chessboard that sat on the case, in one of the few places not crammed with books. “But, you know what?†Lesumax eyes his sister. He didn't like that look in her eye. “What?†he asked, almost reluctantly. Loxare picked up a piece, which featured two spiked circles, attached together in a figure 8 pattern. “Guess who got a new member?†And thats it for now. for those of you who actually want to read "Those who are Forgotten", here's the link. http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?99549-Those-who-are-Forgotten
