Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts and its characters as this conglomeration is owned by Disney and Square-Enix. But there will be a few that I've created that will come into this story.

An introduction by the Watcher

As far as I can tell, it's been very quiet. A lot of people have often wondered if there was more to life than the mediocrity that they deal with on a daily basis: working for their daily bread, pinching every gil they earn. It makes a person question if there's more to life than thier already hard lot.

Histories and tales weren't exactly carved in stone when they first began to be written. From the greatest of legends to the most humble of fables, all stories begin just like that, a story in the heart of the one who tells it.

Some would say that everything requires an explanation. A great philosopher once believed that to think is to be, yet skeptics and scientists would dismiss such nonsense as touch, feeling and sight are what they believe in. Whatever the case,civilization exists, that is all.

In countless lifetimes, people have either listened to stories from thier elders, or have orated some themselves whether it be help a young one sleep or to impress a companion. Word of mouth, chiseled in stone, or enscribed on paper; many tales of the world are shrouded in mystery and legend. Who can really say for sure if it was true the world was a giant landmass called Pangea eons ago?

As there have been many stories about progress, there have also been accounts about a power long forgotten but ever present in the human soul:

"Darkness". It is written that darkness dwells within every being. From this, evil is born and so spreads into the body like a plague. Some are oblivious to it, while others, consumed by it, becoming Evil. But there are those who are able to suppress the darkness, in other cases, overcome it, becoming paragons for the others look up to, a Hero, so to speak; battling injustice in various forms like greed, terror and destruction.

In the midst of the darkness, one child stood against an incomperable power of evil, saving more lives than could be remembered. When his tale was done, it was supposed to be over.. but fate has a strange way of repeating itself:

A boy named Sora was chosen to wage war against the Darkness and those who seek its power. However, he was not the only one burdened by this awesome destiny. There are others whose stories are yet to be told...

Kingdom Hearts: Lost in the Dark

Chapter 1: Oblivious Memories

12 years ago...

It was a cold, still night in that area, almost like a region lost somewhere in the fabric of time. A large vermillion castle stood on this ground, a fortified keep of strange architecture with towers rising torwards the skies, and even a few jutting from the walls in a bizzare fashion. Undisturbed since what could be a long time, this ediface was unofficially considered the capital of this forest.

Towards this castle, a cloaked man made his way. He gazed at the surrounding areas for a bit of contemplating, then he approached the threshold and knocked. A few moments later, this stranger was surrounded by four others wearing black leather cowls. He was unnerved as one of them apporached.

"What is your business here, stranger?"

The traveler flipped back his hood, revealing a young looking face with silver hair coming down his head. He blinked his yellow eyes calmly and examined the welcoming committee. "I have come to give you a warning."

The committee leader walked up to the silver-haired man. "About what?"

"A great darkness has emerged from far away. This world has been connected."

The others looked at him quizzically. "Connected? Explain yourself, lest you want to be removed for trespassing."

" I shall tell you what I know: In a kingom I visited sometime ago, the signs of the rapture had been etched. This realm became eclipsed by a mysterious force and vanished as if it never were. The same thing happened a long time ago as well."

Three of the cowls began to whisper among themselves, thier leader was a bit skeptical. "If this force of which you speak is far away, why should it concern us?"

The visitor looked up and pointed towards the night sky. "Do you see those stars up there? Every once in a blue moon or so, they have gone out, one after the other. The fates have forseen this event as a terrible omen"

Two more strangers emerged, the first was a young one with white hair covering part of his face, the second was a slightly older man with light shaggy brown hair. "What is the meaning of this?" The tall one asked and then looked at stranger. "Explain yourself, captain."

The cowl known as the captain came forward. "Lord Marluxia, this stranger tells of terrible omens on the horizon."

The white-haired one, Zexion, took this bit derisively. "Hmph. The ramblings of a foolish man. And what proof do you have?"

Drawing back his cloak, the stranger revealed a sleepy-looking boy at his side. He was about seven years old or so, garbed in a shredded shirt and shorts. An orphan if one could guess. This boy had short brown hair and two short silver bangs growing from his peak. "I found this boy shortly after one of the stars went out not too long ago."

The cowled figures examined the boy for a bit and mumured to themselves.

"Were any of his family found" Marluxia asked.

"...None that I could find."

"And what must we do?" Zexion asked.

"Care for the boy, and raise him as your own." The yellow eyed man answered.

This brought a small uproar amongst the cowled group.

" Why should we be saddled with this whelp?" Marluxia asked coldly. "Why not you take care of him?"

The silver-haired shook his head calmly. "I know of you and your people. You seek to study the mysteries of the Heart. I believe that he will learn much from you as you will from him."

Marluxia looked at the two-toned haired child for a minute. "... We always welcome those who seek out the truth...Very well, He can stay."

With a simle on his face, the stranger bowed to the company and handed Marluxia a folded peice of paper. "Give him this letter when he awakens."

"And who should we tell he who gave him that letter?" Zexion asked.

The sage stopped his pace. "Tell him an old friend. I shall see him again when the time comes."

Maluxia turned to the castle, feeling that business was concluded.

"You should beware," the stranger said. "For this darkness is born from the deepest recesses of the soul... and that those who know not from whence they came are doomed to never know where they should go."

With that, the stranger turned and vanished into thin air.

Marluxia and Zexion returned to a large congregation of darkly-garbed people. A small group approached them, the ones in charge, asking of what had transpired with the silver-haired stranger.

"What is that you have?"

Then they showed him thier new visitor.

"A boy? .. strange.."

The four higher ranks regarded the little castaway for a bit."Brown and silver hair? Hm. Very unusual,... but, he can stay if that is his wish."

"What is ths boy called? Has he a name?"

As if a chord was stuck, the boy stirred., He raised his head and look around the strange ediface and the many cowled people that lived here. His light-blue eyes, though tired, sparkled with a bit of life in them. "Huh? where am I?"

Zexion looked down to the child and held out a folded paper. "We were told to give this to you when you awakened."

The boy opened the paper and slowly began to read...after scanning the lines for a bit he stopped and felt a little nervous.

A large-cowled form stepped forward from the sea of black, his was a large-built frame almost like a giant. He threw back his hood to get a better look at the boy. The latter in turn took in the former's features, mistful hazel eyes regarded him slowly. A bit intimidating when also considering his chisel-carved head from the nose to his chin, almost like a statue come to life, except that pale brown hair protruded his scalp in jagged curly fashion. "You are in Castle Oblivion, boy." Lexaeus rumbled in a deep voice. "Do you remember what you are called?"

"...Solrac."

Marluxia came forward and knelt down to level his eyes with his new tenant. "Welcome, Solrac. I am called Marluxia, and you are among the Organization."

The boy had little idea of what an organization was.. but at this point, he wasn't curious.

"We were asked for you to live with us, but the only way we can do that is if you were to join us. What say you?"

Solrac said nothing at first, he looked around the chamber at the gathering of people awating his answer. Not even knowing what an 'organization' was,he was uncertain what to say.. but after a brief introspection of what he would have to lose, two words came from his mouth. "I accept."

Time had passed since that fateful day, the members welcomed thier new member into the fold. In no time, Solrac was learning what seemed to be a long enduring disccussion as to what the 'heart' really was. It was the belief of the Organization that the hearts of people are clouded and obscured of truth, and that it was possible to find out why that is. From time to time, an angry mob would come to try and invade Castle Oblivion. The younger members were secluded whereas the more able-bodied members drove them away. Seven years had passed since the initiation, but life at the lonely castle remained relatively the same. One day however, would change that forever as a scout party had returned with a most unusual acquisition; a girl in white...

End of chapter 1

P.S: I'm not sure if this fic will go that far, but I intend to turn this into something of an epic. But when that will go full throttle.. even I don't know. One more thing, the only things I can claim from this fic are the story and the two other characters, the mysterious sage and Solrac. Reviews are greatly appreciated. If you feel that you need to criticise something, please do so in a constructive manner as flamming will not be acceptable.