Epilogue: Scattered Memories
We're all that's left... Or, maybe we're all there ever was... Numbers 15-27... Of Organization XIII... The last of the "Nobodies"... My name... It was... A cloaked figure walks through the darkness... "Axinoku... Number 17..." The cloaked figure removed his hood. The man's long white hair falls to the back of his neck. His dark yellow eyes regard me with interest. "Your keyblade... What is it called?" "Keyblade?" I ask, dazed. "Yes. What do you call it?" "Shattered... Shattered Heart." Another place, Another Time. My best friend looks at me, wonder in her eyes. "We can feel emotion... I know we can." Xion?! No, but the resemblance is great. Is this... Heartbreak? Amaya... No, Ayamax... Our new Identities, A new purpose... Ayamax glares at me, contempt in her eyes. Number 18... "I don't love you Oniaku..." We're all so young... Why did Xemnas choose us? A voice awakens us from the darkness. "All 14 members are dead." The 14th member... She and Ayamax... they were so similar. "It is time for numbers 15-27 to step up and do the work of our organization." Oniaku... that's who I was before. "Oniaku, you're only a friend." Ayamax... A boy enters from A corridor of darkness. Nistaxu... that was his name... number 15... He leaves Ayamax and I. "I'm glad to be your friend." We can't be Nobodies, can we? Nistaxu approaches me, he is looking solemn. "Why do we have emotions?" I have no answer for him. I do not know either. Nistaxu shouts at me from the clock tower of Twilight Town. "The keyblade was never yours to bear!" Organization XIII... But there were 27 of us.... There's 13 now... Number 15, Nistaxu, The Dying Light... "Our memories are gone... lost forever on the road to dawn..." Number 16, Kuxah, The Nithling Poet... An Echo from a time long past... Number 17, Axinoku, The Shadow Walker... We don't even know when we are... Number 18, Ayamax, The Child of the Arrows... Nobodies don't have emotions... So why do we? Number 19, Mixatu, The Stalwart Blade... The original 13 are dead, and so is number 14. Mixatu approaches me, drawing his blade. He speaks to me. "I'm leaving the Organization..." Kuxah sits on a pile of books, reading silently to herself. She is intent, focusing her power to give life to the dead words. Number 20, Kuxsara, The Flower of Wonder... She stands on a cliff overlooking a river. I approach her. "We're not emotionless." "What do you mean?" "I'm certainly feeling love." We wrap our arms around each other. We are certainly not emotionless. Number 21, Xalex, The Dancer in the Rain... The water coelescees around his form, he uses it as a shield to deflect the attacks of the shadowy beings around him. Number 22, Salindyx, The Merciless Inferno... The flames dance around her as she flightsher way through
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