Summary: Hi. I am a Keyblade wielder, and this is rather rare in the world I live in. I'm different from a lot of them. It might be my remarkable ability to talk to animals, any kind at all. I know almost all of the Wild languages, and I can teach some people if they have the patience. It might be the fact that I look exactly like the legendary Keyblader, Yin. It could even be the fact that I grew up wild in the forest. But it is a mixture of those things, along with two others. One, something you might not notice: I am blind. Two, something you'll notice immediately: I travel with a gang of Heartless. Oh, they won't hurt even a fly unless I tell them to. Some ask me why I travel with these Heartless, but most just assume I'm a dark Keyblader. I'm actually neutral. But so many people think that I'm bad. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. I'm not evil.

It's been awhile since I last heard from anyone.

Not that I want to hear from people anyway. Who would? Everyone's scared of me, even though I'm not with the Darkness or the Light. I guess it might be my Heartless that scare everyone away, but they're so small and harmless! I keep Shadows and Soldiers around me, and I've learned to distinguish between the individual Heartless. I turn my head to glance around the world I'm in, I think this place is called Twilight Town? Not that I know what twilight looks like, I think bitterly. I will never know what anyone looks like. I will never know where I am going. I will never, ever be able to see.

I don't even know what I look like. I used to have a brother; well, I still have a brother, but he was caught by the Heartless and he travels with me now. He's a Soldier, fittingly enough. He's always been very protective of me. He still is. Remembering that my brother can still talk to me, I look blindly down at him.

"Hey, Illusion, can you tell me what I look like?" I ask timidly, afraid that he'll deny my request. He's done that before, and this time might not be any different.

To my surprise, I hear him say, "Yeah, sure," in his rough voice. "Well, you're really pale. Your hair is really fluffy and you're a redhead. Your eyes are a really pretty purplish-pink color and you have a childish look to you."

I pout. "Childish?"

"Yeah, you're a little childish, at least in looks." I hear Illusion's voice cut off, and he growls slightly even as he presses close to my legs. My brother hisses, and I step back a little. There's someone nearby... Immediately, my Heartless form a protective circle around me, ready to defend me at the cost of themselves. I summon my back-handed Keyblade, and instinctively I know what it looks like. It's short, like a dagger, purplish-pink along the length and red-orange at the tip. I hold it in a defensive way, ready to attack anyone who manages to get through my Heartless.

Suddenly, I sense someone behind me, about to kill one of my Heartless. That would hurt me, really badly, so I whip around (making Illusion stumble) and whack whoever's behind me over the head with the hilt of my Keyblade. "Hey! Don't hurt my Heartless!"

"They're your Heartless?!"

i bet you all hate me huh