The carpet of grass on the prairie rolled like waves as the wind gusted.
A lone figure stood, a rock against the tempest. His hair danced playfully with the wind, the gambol of his cloak only halted by his sword, resting peacefully thrust downward into the ground. The figure’s demeanor was calm, his eyes cold, his face still.
The actions on the prairie did not agree with the figure’s calm state.
Hundreds of dark enemies, the faceless one, charged at him. Their rage, their desire was one, all focused on this calm man. A tidal wave, of bodies, it seemed brought about by the tempest around him, was about to crash.
And it crashed against an unmoving rock.
With inhuman speed, the figure whipped up his sword, taking out the first few unlucky enough to stand in his way. Ducking, he took out more with a sweep from his legs, allowing their comrades’ heavy feet to finish the job.
The solitary figure worked with such effortless grace that one watching would find it hard to believe that his dance was deadly, his show a massacre. Finishing the last of the dark ones, the figure allowed himself a brief respite on his blade, breathing heavily, but unscathed.
As the tempest faded, so did the prairie, and Charxai found himself in the Castle of the Organization.
He couldn’t believe he was still at such a dismal place. The life of the prairie had been so real, the tempest so lively. It was hard to believe it was all just a simulation.
The booms of a lonely pair of hands echoed throughout the white room.
"Bravo Charxai, bravo." Xemnas praised as he walked across the room. Charxai tried to control his jitters, the man’s yellow eyes and cool attitude always unsettled him.
"Thank you Xemnas. As always it’s an honor." The man chuckled at this. It was a cold chuckle, and its emotionless tone reverberated throughout the pale room.
"The pleasure’s all mine. Now, I think it’s time you and I took a stroll." With that, Xemnas turned and walked through the door on the side of the room.
After walking along uncomfortably throughout the halls of Castle Oblivion, Charxai had opened his lips to ask why Xemnas wanted to talk, when the elder member started his speech.
"Charxai, I founded this organization on the hope that I may someday become as whole as I once was. Now, as our numbers grow, that dream seems ever closer to reality. I need your help to realize this dream; your recent demonstration of how far you’ve advanced and you’re overall behavior since joining us causes me to believe I can confide in you."
"I have always been fascinated with the heart. Its workings, its function, and most of all, its power. The heart has immeasurable power, and I believe if we obtain enough of these hearts, we can retain what we lost."
"But how would we obtain hearts? Extracting them from others seems rather, messy." Charxai commented, disgusted at the idea of taking another’s heart.
Snapping his fingers, Xemnas summoned up a small, dark shadowy being.
Charxai almost yelled. That was the thing that overran him. The thing that had taken his wife from him, and caused him to lose his heart. But he stood still, struggling to show no expression.
"This is the key to our plan. This is a heartless, and can multiply incredibly fast after being introduced to a world. This contains the heart we need. We just need to find a way to unlock it." A light sabre appearing, Xemnas slashed out at the heartless, causing it to disappear.
"Interesting." Charxai responded, trying to stay calm. He knew then he had to get away. He knew then he had to escape.