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Sitting in the corner of this metal room, makes me rack my brain. Trying to recall all my memories of what has happened in this past couple of months.
They have all changed. First they were on my side, but now it seems like they are treating me as if I'm the enemy. They just shoved me in this horrid room. Which was actually my room. Bedrooms in spaceships isn't as grand as you might think. It was always cold, it was always quiet, and you can taste the metal that surrounds you.
I got back on the ship after my recent mission. That's when they started to act weird. Captain knocked me right in the center of my face, causing me to black out. Once I woke up, I was in here. They threw this notebook at me telling me to "Recall your past. Prove to use that you are who you are." Then they stormed out. Slamming the door and locking it right way. Not even giving me a second to ask why. The journal they gave me is enchanted so I can only write down the truth, if I try to write down a lie it will be erased.
I have been told to keep record of everything that happens from here on in. Not that I wouldn't want to, maybe a clue or something could come from writing all this stuff down. Maybe an answer will appear. And then this could all end, and we can go back to the way things were. Sadly we can't do that right now. We are at a standstill.
At the moment I'm in the Yellow Wing, a star ship that allows us to travel from world to world. We have been here for several days now, trying to figure out what to do next. The darkness is spreading faster, and faster, and we are just sitting here doing nothing! Feels like that's all we ever do sometimes. Nothing. But now it seems like they are doing something. They think that I'm the cause of all of this! I have to prove to them through this journal that I am who I say I am.
Let's actually get to the part where I start using this thing correctly. So I thought I should start this record by going back to the beginning. Back before all this craziness happened.
Let's start with the basics first. My name is Kio. As for a last name, well I never had one. Age, seventeen. Short black hair, grey eyes, pretty slim and fit. I was the leader of the Porcupine army back on my world, Metal Junction. We were the greatest army there way on our world. No one could beat us. Anyway, everything was peaceful, or at least for Metal Junction standards.
Through all this I hope. No. I will prove that I am Kio, wielder of one of the sacred Keyblades of light. If I cant, then I fear for the worlds, and for the people that are on this ship.