Been doing a lot of thinking lately. About Organization life.
I'm reminded of the story of Roxas every time I sit alone in Castle Oblivion and think.
The member with the Keyblade, who brought about Organization XIII's downfall.
It makes me shudder.
When Nexan isn't around, I oftentimes turn my weapon Wraith-Shadow back into it's Keyblade form. I can do that you know. I control Darkness. I just sit and stare at it. It seems to whisper. I'm content to concentrate of the voice, to make out it's words. I cannot, and yet I still listen.
I was trying to use that confounded toaster earlier. I don't know how, but something in me snapped. I can't recall what happened, just this surge of blind fury and everything after that is a blur. As I try and recall it, I can only manage to place my finger on this feeling of peace while it happened.
Not sure I want to say what actually HAPPENED to the toaster.
All this sudden strange powers are confusing me. I'd rather go now to meditate on it. Perhaps I shall listen once again to the whispering of my Keyblade. It IS quite soothing...
Ten years after Organization XIII fell, the peace was disturbed. Four friends rose from the ashes of the once grand Organization with one goal in mind: defeat Sora once and for all! We shall see to it that our story is told. How we started from nothing, and became great. And we will tell it as it happens, for Organization IV has not been official for long. We must remain hidden... we mustn't be found... and yet we must grow strong...
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