Daxjorn was watching me again. She sat in one of the over sized chairs near the window in the library drinking tea and eating toast. She was healing, slowly, but making progress. I could tell she was itching to ask one of her questions, but also hesitating to.
"What is it VII?" I asked as I put several books.
"VI? What do you think's going to happen. I mean, Braxyd's back and-"
I cut her of, "VII, leave it be. Nothing has happened yet. We do not know that anything WILL happen."
"But he sta-"
"Daxjorn. Drop it." I had stopped shelving the books, but I hadn't turn to look at her. I thought I had managed to silence her with my harsh tone. It had come out harsher than I had meant, but it had done the job.
The truth was I didn't want to think about what would happen if the Organization ended. I wouldn't have anywhere to go, anywhere where I could fit in. It made me anxious, all the waiting, but it was better than getting involved.
I finished shelving and turned. Daxjorn was staring out the window into the bleak world that surrounded the castle. I walked to my desk and sat in it.
Waiting was better than taking sides.
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...
