Kingdom hearts requiem of dawn 

CHAPTER ONE

The once-ominous halls of the rebuilt Organization XIII had grown quiet, their purpose uncertain since the fall of Xehanort. Now, under the leadership of Xigbar-no, Luxu-they had reformed in secret. In the dim light of their fortress, remnants of the once-feared Organization gathered to plan their next move. But the energy wasn't what it used to be.

"We've been biding our time for far too long," Luxu mused, leaning against the far wall with a casual air. "Kingdom Hearts may be out of reach, but that doesn't mean we've lost the game."

"But what's left for us?" Demyx whined, slouched in his chair. "I'm not exactly looking to stick my neck out if there's nothing in it for us."

Before Luxu could respond, the air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unnatural pressure. Without warning, the chamber darkened, and a chilling wind swept through the space, snuffing out what little light remained.

A figure appeared in the center of the room as if pulled from the shadows themselves. Her entrance was silent, but her presence commanded instant attention. The Organization members tensed, weapons ready but hesitant. This was no ordinary intruder.

The woman who stood before them was draped in armor that bore a resemblance to Aqua's, but where Aqua's was light and protective, hers was sinister and dark. Jagged edges adorned the plating, the metal as black as the abyss, yet it shimmered with an eerie, purple hue in the dim light. Her gauntlets were reinforced with spikes, and the long black cape that draped from her shoulders seemed to ripple with shadows of its own.

Her face was framed by long, flowing black hair, and her piercing purple eyes glowed faintly with malevolent energy. A dark crown circled her head, almost as if forged from darkness itself. Every step she took resonated with power, the ground beneath her subtly vibrating.

Xigbar-no, Luxu-narrowed his eye. "Who are you?" he demanded, though his tone was more curious than threatened. His fingers twitched toward his weapon, but he didn't draw it. Not yet.

The woman didn't respond with words. Instead, she raised her right hand, summoning an orb of pulsating darkness between her fingers. The energy crackled with raw power, and before any of the Organization members could react, she unleashed it with devastating force.

Xaldin barely had time to summon his lances before he was thrown back into the stone wall, his weapons clattering to the floor. Saïx charged her with a howl, his claymore raised, but the woman sidestepped his attack with ease. She conjured a blast of energy that sent him skidding across the floor, his weapon evaporating in the process.

Luxu watched carefully, analyzing every movement she made, but even he could sense the overwhelming gap in power. This woman was beyond anything they had faced before.

In mere moments, the Organization was left scattered, beaten, and broken across the room. Only Demyx remained, paralyzed by fear as the woman approached him. Her steps were deliberate, her expression unreadable, save for the glint of cold satisfaction in her eyes.

She stopped in front of him, towering over him as she gazed down with disinterest. "Deliver a message," she said, her voice soft but laden with authority. "Tell the guardians of light... The Harbinger of Night has returned."

And just as she had arrived, she vanished into the shadows, leaving the once-feared Organization XIII in ruins.

Luxu, still conscious but weakened, smirked slightly as he rose to his feet. "Looks like the game's about to start again," he muttered, dusting off his coat. "This should be interesting."

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I've been having these strange thoughts lately. Almost like déjà vu... except, they're not memories. They're more like echoes of things I've already lived-events I can't stop replaying in my mind. No matter how much time passes, they cling to me. Everything we've been through, everything I've lost... everything he sacrificed.