This is the prologue to the story and the Entries are not chapters. I didn't wanna write more at the time so this is all I have. I've wanted to try the whole story of the week thing for a while so that's why it's here. Also I forgot earlier but there are references to my other fanfic, it's not too important though, you don't need to know it to get the point. Reminiscence X died. He died fighting and killing Nemo the Unknown Organization‘s number one and foremost leader. The organization fell apart shortly after. The superiors staged an uprising and the top brass fell. The resulting power grab killed many, in what was known as the great war from then on. In this war many things happened. The heroes of the key blade were all but destroyed. The organization was lost forever to history it’s pages dry as the sands of time themselves. Even the very fabric of time and space was ruptured. They all knew not what lay ahead. They all fought fearlessly for their honor, ideals, loved ones, lives, and for the one thing that could secure all that Kingdom Hearts. Little did they know what lay beyond those pearl white doors, those stained glass windows. Had they any of them known they would have forsaken them and done all they could just to destroy them. Nothing happened to them many eyes were lain upon them, none survived. They were marked men, they were all marked for death. He knew however, the harbinger of their demise. He was the one that ended the war. It was he alone who held the flower of victory. He lay it upon the mass grave that was the fateful crossroad for all fighters valiant and strong. He left the field of battle stained in crimes, like the windows he used to look through. He changed his identity and appearance. He once again cast aside his old self. It wasn’t hard, he’d lived as an empty being since he remembered. It was long ago that he had a heart, even longer ago that he had a sense of feeling. It was his weak heart that he had to defeat, and defeat it he did with aid of darkness. From then the figure walked as empty as he’d ever been lurking amongst the shadows and brooding in the depths of self darkness. He’d built himself a city, it was torn down when he met a man. This man showed him the true darkness was not what he’d relied on but the very thing he’d shunned. His death had no meaning the first time, the second however, something survived, something greater than his life had ever shown him. It was the beginning for him and it was the end for another. The Keepers, they called themselves the Keepers of the Door. That’s what they did, they kept the door steeped in darkness, containing the light. This was what they did, however over the ages they faded they couldn’t keep their light they lost themselves in the crushing black. He didn’t however, the black was a comfort to him, he knew exactly what there was there. He understood the parameters of the deep shade, he could comfortably contemplate the eternity of himself in the absence of light. He was stirred, he was profoundly touched, the other being was nigh the same state, and naught but a stray traveler. The voyage of the dark cosmos came to an end the lights were seen. The Keepers had finally faded to nothing themselves. He was to be the same, nothingness surely would be a grand adventure. There was however that traveler, the sorrowful and regretting traveler. It was something impossible for a completely black being in this abyss of eternal night. But, so was thought… He wasn’t a dark being, he was a being of the darkness. He was brought forth from it and he’d dissolved back into it. No, he wasn’t over yet, he had somewhere inside him a bright light striving to breathe free. He hadn’t left himself he’d simply looked outside himself, and it was time he returned. It was time they all returned, and return they did. There were only a few and they never met. They knew what they were and that is all they had to know. It was enough for them just to believe they existed, that was enough. The war was over but that was just the calm before the storm. Entry 1 Nox It was a peaceful night, the stars shone brightly upon the newly born creature. It flinched in their radiance. The eyes had barely been finished when they opened for the first time upon the wide open field of stars. The poor creature had no tolerance for such light, not yet. It fled to the dark sanctuary of the surrounding forests. The land was soft from the rain and dawn was yet a long way off. Setting itself under the ancient root systems of a mighty tree, the figure of the creature was a dark silhouette, even in such deep black. The open eyes reflected no light they only drew it in examining and mapping it’s shadowy surroundings. That was enough, the light was too much, for now it would sit and wait. In the early hours of dawn the creature stirred itself once more. The off white hair of the being blended well with the porcelain white face and delicate features that had fixed themselves upon its face. The creature stood up and walked through the crisp autumn leaves with the wind at it’s back elegantly lifting the fine robes it dressed itself with. The light wasn’t too much now, he walked down the unbeaten pathways of the immense wood. This place was home, for now. Entry 2 Misxion It was done. He’d arrived on a small plain. There was nothing for several miles around. That would be a useful feature. For now the others hadn’t awakened and the time was of the essence. The dark flowing robes wouldn’t be of much use in such a temperate environment. His short grey hair barely exposed from under his hood hid his also dark grey eyes and most of his other features. This is the beginning of the operation. Success or failure three souls are doomed to die. Casting aside his robes and staring into the distance, he only had one thought on his mind. Hurry. Entry 3 Coixu Deep in the yet unknown regions of the world another was wakening. This one was born into a realm of darkness and light. The light was powerful, but he was more so. The light held no victory over this creature. From the depths of the jungles the creature walked out. The sunlight was bright and the being readily took it in. Clad like its brethren in the finest black shroud. This was the one last great adventure. A storm was coming, they knew it. The reason they were there, the true reason they had come back lay with it. He tossed back his hooded revealing his spiked black hair and lifeless ebony black eyes. The storm was coming and they were ready. This kinda stems from my poem under a similar name, however it's not necessary for comprehension or story purposes. You know, that's all I got. Hope it's good.
Looking back now I kinda have comprehension issues. It's actually necessary to read the first part for it to make sense. I'm a failure.
