Steps in the sand were all you could hear as he wandered the vast desert world. All around were the devastated, decaying ruins of a once beautiful world. In this realm, darkness has twisted most of the worlds. Changing them from vibrant places to dusty dark existences. He continued to walk. That's all he could do. He hasn't felt hunger or thirst since he woke up that day when it invaded his world. Was he dead? As he continued walking he happened upon a cave.
"I don't remember this..." He managed to spit out from his slowly drifting mind. "Why... Why does it call to me!?" Burst from his mouth as he began to run towards it. "Come fallen heart, for this is your fate," echoed out from the cave entrance. "Help us reclaim what was enveloped by the darkness. Drive them back!" It exclaimed as he ran through the mouth of the unfamiliar opening. A sudden flash of light blinded him for a second before everything in the jet black cave became clear to him. In the center lies a large key with what seemed like a hilt in the center of its head.
"Keyblade..." Started to echo in a whispering tone over and over again. "Keyblade... Keyblade... Keyblade... Take hold of it and drive them back..." His eyes focused on the 'keyblade' that sat what was now a few feet away from him. Subconsciously he had been drifting towards it. "Why can't I stop," he questioned in his head, "why can't I rememb-" he was cut off by a loud crash behind him. "It approaches...," Whispered in his ear. As he turned his gaze was met by the sight of three figures.
"Step away from it boy, you have no idea what you have just found." One of them commanded. This one stood upright, tall and dark skinned. He had markings on his face, dyed black to emphasize them. He wore a cloak black with silver drawstrings adorned with a white pentagon on his shoulder. His hair was white but only a tuff lay in a line a top of his scalp. His eyes scolded anyone fool enough to meet his gaze.
"Do not heed them...," Echoed in the boys head. "They will... destroy all." The boy began to back away, head blaring from the sudden confusion. "I -I don't know," he began to shout, "WHO AM I!?" He tripped over the large metal 'keyblade' that was behind him. Upon coming into contact letters began to assemble a name in his head. "Hi...ro..."He began to mutter, not comprehending his own words. Confusion began to clear from his mind as he was reminded of the attack. Everyone was gone and he drifted through the void. The three figures now bathe in light began to look on in frustration. "We have a name now, target will not get far. Even with the keyblade..." A different figure said, appearance hidden in a cloak similar to his partners'. His voice was robotic and cold, devoid of emotion. They each began to fade away as a light began to permeate from Hiro.
"I remember a name… but what… who am I?" he say sounding glum. "You are now a warrior of light. You are now a Keyblade wielder." A voice chimed in his head clearer than before. A gust of wind rushed past Hiro causing the sand around him to fly up and reveal a stained-glass floor beneath him. "Welcome… To your awakening young warrior."