Memory-Of-Lakaeos

The Nobody ran, now. In the empty streets of the false city, there was not a single sound to taint the perfect, sacred silence he knew so well. It was a clear night - if you could use the word 'night' in a place without days - and the cold light of the Heart of Worlds was a beacon overhead, guiding his swift steps toward his goal, and away from the Heartless. It had dawned on the little Nobody some thirty minutes previous, and he hadn't slowed his pace since - they were everywhere, here. No matter how impenetrable a sanctuary the castle might be, the rest of the city was a hive of Heartless, and he could not consider himself safe while he wa