I glared at the door long after Daxjorn had left. Of course she didn't understand. She wouldn't. She hadn't been a part of the Organization as long as me.
I couldn't just talk it out. For one, everyone else had their own problems to deal with without adding mine on top of all that. And besides, I just couldn't.
No one could understand what I've heard, what I've seen, what I've felt.
I shook my head, trying to rid Daxjorn's words from where they echoed over and over. If no one was watching at the moment, then it wasn't the time to sit still and contemplate.
I walked over to the door and rattled the knob. Locked. I placed my palm in the center of the door. I closed my eyes and felt the flow of Darkness go to my hand and into the door. There was a quiet hiss as it ate away at the material.
I opened my eyes and saw the door was gone. The hallway lay deserted. I drew my breath in sharp. Was I really going to do it?
One step, than another. Yes, I was. I was out of the room, in the hallway. I was still dazed by the simplicity of everything, and wasn't sure where to go.
The training room would work...
Silently, I padded down th hallway, still working to summon my Keyblade, trying to best use my new-found freedom.
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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