Summary: 'They're hurting, and you're the only one who can end their sadness. They need you.' Before Sora, Kairi and Riku became Keybladers, there were three others - three so similar to them. But there was one more - one forgotten Keyblade Master. This is her story.
Disclaimer: I'm only going to put this in the Prologue and it applies to all chapters including and after this one. I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix, Final Fantasy, Disney or any other affiliated companies associated with Kingdom Hearts. The only things I own in this story are Aira, several of my other OCs (which I shall name when they are put to use), and the plot.

She could only see pure whiteness around her - the entire room (place?) she was in was just one color (whitewhitewhite), and for all she knew, she could have been standing on the ceiling instead of the ground. The color was blinding, really, but she fought against the urge to cover her eyes - there was no telling what thing would decide to ambush her when she let her guard down.

Suddenly, grayish swirls filled the room, causing shadows to appear - she could now see the walls of the room she was in. A moment later, colors appeared and smashed into the walls, forming drawings of sorts. Curiosity overwhelmed her and she walked towards one of them - only vaguely noticing that she wasn't even touching the ground. Upon reaching one of the pictures, she basically just stared at it, trying to make sense of the colored scribbles on it - it was like she didn't know how to identify shapes anymore.

colorsandfiguresblendedtoget her

Squinting, she was taken aback when something seemed to smack into her head from behind. She hit her head on the wall and, groaning, turned to face who had done it, but there was no one there. Frowning, she looked at the ground to see if she could find what hit her and quickly grabbed the offending object.

It was a crayon - a white crayon. Puzzled, she merely stared at it for a few seconds before shrugging and placing it in her pocket. She began walking around the room, trying to make sense of the colored sketches. A few stirred something in her mind, but she just couldn't seem to grasp what it was trying to tell her.

"Are they unfamiliar to you?" a voice asked.

Whirling around, she came face-to-face with a light blonde haired female with intense eyes. Her guard went up immediately, but she didn't summon her weapon - something told her that this girl wasn't going to hurt her.

"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring the question that had been thrown at her.

"My name is Naminé - I sent for you because of your connection to the three Fallen Ones."

The other female cocked her head in confusion. "The Fallen Ones? Who are they?"

A memory stirred, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it.

rememberusdontforgetaboutus

Her head began to hurt when she heard three voices in her head, one rising above the rest.

dontforgetwhoyouarestopresis ting

'Naminé' could only watch as her charge fell to her knees, clutching her head.

stoptryingtocontrolyourmemor iesopenyourmindwerestillhere waitingforyou

"Stop it - make it stop!" she cried to the blonde, who only shook her head in response.

"I cannot - not until you remember who you are," was the reply.

pleaseremembermerememberus

Everything snapped into focus just then. "Ven?" she croaked as her mind finally registered whose voice she was hearing.

yourebackhelpus

Naminé smiled wistfully. "Now do you remember who the Fallen Ones are?"

Aira slowly stood, still somewhat unsteady on her feet. Mutely, she nodded - her head was still pounding and she had no doubt that she probably looked as pale as the walls right now.

"You have a new mission now. Find the boy named Sora and find your fallen teammates."

Violet eyes flashed with regret as she stared at the other female. "Why did you wake me up?"

"They need you."

It was a simple answer, but it told her more than she needed to know.

"Here, take this." The blonde stretched out a hand and summoned a Keyblade. "Its name is Chain of Memories, and I am giving it to you."

Aira reached out and took the offered weapon with her right hand. As was her habit, she slashed it to the right then to the left, just to test its capacity. Satisfied, she nodded.

Naminé smiled at her then. "Well, good luck."

That was all she could recall before her world faded to black.