Mark
*Falling... Falling... A memory of falling into darkness.*

*A passing moment; a fleeting feeling.*

*Six years did his journey take:*

*Rising from nothing. The Seas and a new home.*
*The Master he followed faithfully. The friends he learned and sparred with.*
*The Darkness he befriended. The Unversed that destroyed his home.*
*The Master that gave her light; The birth of the Beacon of Hope.*
*The blue heart at the graveyard; betrayal, one even an enemy doesn't deserve. Enraged at a foe; the fight to stop the end of it all.*
*The hopeless search, one to ensure that the enemy was truly defeated.*
*The two halves clash, the fight to protect a world. An utter defeat; saved by the wizard.*
*Named a Guardian to protect the worlds from darkness. The battle against the Snow Queen.*
*A Heartfelt moment... There was a blank somewhere in there...*
*A short-lived victory over the town of terror and War God arena; undermined by the secrets and lies.*
*A world where one became plastic or fabric; his foes stronger still.*
*Friends found, new and old. Feelings reconciled, while turmoil brewed in the hearts of the secretive.*
*A meeting held in high hopes of victory. All the pieces were in place; the heroes one step ahead of the villains.*
*Tragedy. The betrayal of the secretive turn for the worse, as many friends are lost.*
*Back again at the place where Light and Dark clashed for the first time... A promise... A sacrifice...*
Timothy
*He awoke on the cold ground. That past life done playing before his eyes.*

*Were these memories really his? These thoughts, these emotions. They were gone. He felt nothing.* *He* ***Was*** *Nothing.*

*How could he be sure someone with such a heartfelt past was really him? It didn't make any sense to him.*

*He shook his head as he pushed himself upright, still sitting on the cold stone floor.*

*His lips were chapped and his throat dry, like he had been asleep for far too long. It almost hurt to breathe.*

*But, he had to be strong, right? This... Person... In his memories was. He never gave up, even in the end.*

*But that's not who he was. At least, if it was, that wasn't who he is anymore.*

*He laid back down on the cold stone floor and looked up to the sky, decorated with stars and the floating white castle.*

*At least, if he was no longer that guy in his memories, he could finally take a break.*
Reuben
*Silax walked out of a dark corridor, noticing a new family member was born. But this one was special. The Nobody of Ikazuchi. A perfect family member.*

"The cold ground is no place for a nap..."
Timothy
*This voice... His past self had heard it before. Although, he can no longer tell what emotions that memory carried...*

*He turned his head to look at Silax slowly, not really enthused to meet someone new while these memories were fresh on his mind.*

"You..."

*He looked back up at the sky.*

"I don't think he ever got your name, sorry."
Reuben
"*He* Would attempt to destroy what we are, who we are. *He* Would never understand us. My name is Silax. I am second in command of our group, Organization XIII. We are a group who simply wishes to get our Hearts back, and truly exist again. I ask that you join us, and we will help give you purpose... And answers."
Timothy
"Silax... Huh."

*He slowly sat up and looked at Silax.*

"These memories I have portray hearts in a positive light. I suppose regaining one would help make sense of this turmoil in my head."