Chapter 1 : A Short Story

I finish my story with a tightness in my chest, and look up at the silent group once more.

Dante raised a single brow, eyeing them with the utmost suspicion as was possible of a ten year old. “What’s going on?”

The couple continued their walk to town in a comfortable silence before Roxas requested, “Hey, Xion. Can you write me another song?”

“This is it,” Theron said, leaning against the holotable. Everything had been powered down and packed up. All that was left was to pile onto their ships and go their separate ways. Theron had a shuttle standing by, a simple, one-manned vessel to deliver him to his mother’s command ship.

Three days passed before Jingyan took a trip to Su Zhe's residence, following a familiar path to a destination with a wholly different sort of anticipation. He made his visit at night, when there were less watchful eyes and more shadows to hide his trail. When he finally stepped into the courtyard of plum blossoms, he detoured to the pond before entering the still-lit room of the house.

Xion frowned, though not at the news that Saïx was gone. "We still have to do missions, don't we? Xemnas is going to be really mad once he finds out we're all here doing nothing."

As he'd killed these men of the North, Darius had come to understand a bit about them. They were larger than his countrymen on average, their skin paler, and he had a grim respect for their metalwork. The quality of their steel was much higher than what he was used to, this resulted in superior armor and weapons. They wore heavy plate mail, and ingenious mail formed from rings that'd been formed together. The swords that they wielded were longer, and heavier, as were their shields. Even their fighting techniques were different from what he was used to. Still, as large as the majority of them were, he was bigger still, and certainly stronger. He'd taken a number of the weapons off the corpses he'd made, and had studied the intricacies of

"Well, that’s one plan I ruined. Now they know I’m here so I had better head out before Axel or Larxene shows up, but first-" Xhäs glanced down at Sora’s unconscious form. "-So this is the kid the Organization is after. Sora, Roxas’s Somebody. Kinda goofy-looking if you asked me, especially with those clown shoes, but whatever. Beggars cannot be choosers, I suppose."

Aerwyna smiled and waved at everyone. A younger girl ran up to her. "How was yesterday's attack?"

Together, Roxas and Xion skimmed through the mission report. When Roxas finished reading, he asked Xion, "So, we'll be doing a report over Captain Hook and his pirate crew. Think we'll need any special spells?"

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Alex said as she walked him to the door. “You seriously saved my ass and my grade.”

"Sorry sis!" Another girl shouted landing next to the kama. "Now samurai sword mode please."

She shot him an annoyed glare before sliding the dagger back into its sheath and unstrapped it from her leg. “Oh, don’t bother knocking. Come on in, it’s only my bedroom.”

As the clusters of ministers argued the proposal amongst themselves, Cretech watched their faces, hoping for telltale signs that might allow him an insight into their intentions. He felt suddenly moved by an unusual flood of emotion and stopped to examine it. Courage? No, it was confidence. He was sure the vote would be victorious, and with that knowledge, he wandered across the floor to join his blue-sashed compatriots, their votes were never in dispute, although they did not hold a majority alone.

Bren nodded to 6D7 after he and the droid agreed to save thr mysterious young woman. Bren shook his head, knowing fill well he would have to improvise and BS most of the way through this. Soon the droid broke their silence on the way with a few beeps. Bren looks over " What? You don't think I have a plan for this?" the droid gave a low sigh like noise in response. "Hey buddy", Bren would stop to comfort his droid "You know I've got one". The droid would give a scoff "Don't worry, we got this, 6D7." Bren would quickly reply with a sly smirk on his face, but if 6D7 had eyes, one would certainly have seen them roll at his master's comment.