A dusty wind was blowing, as always, in the valleys of the Keyblade Graveyard. A suit of armor knelt, as it had for over ten years, on the grounds of its last battle. And for the first time in a long time, something broke the silence.
A flash of light, and a gasp of air, and all of a sudden the armor was replaced with a living, breathing young man, who collapsed to all fours on the dusty soil. He breathed deeply and heavily, his mind still struggling to understand what was going on, as if he'd just awoken from a long nightmare- though in a way, he had.
He lifted his head to examine his surroundings, recognition slowly coming to his deep blue eyes, and finally he got to his feet. He held his hands out in front of him, as if making sure they were real. After a moment, he lowered his left hand and turned his right palm outward, focusing on a familiar sensation in his heart- and in a flurry of electric sparks and gears of light, a great blade appeared in his grasp. The young man let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relieved that the weapon had yet to abandon him.
He dismissed the blade and turned his gaze back to the wastelands around him, trying to decide what to do next- before reaching into his pocket, struck by a sudden memory. He pulled out a charm made of metal and orange glass in the shape of a star, staring down at it as he recalled the ones it linked him to.
The kind and mature young woman with a talent for magic he could only dream of- who dove after him into the darkness.
The energetic and optimistic younger boy who looked up to him like a brother- who he'd last seen in the midst of a pillar of light signaling the creation of a terrible weapon.
He knew then that there was only one thing for him to do. He had to fulfill the promise he'd made all those years ago.
I have to make things right.
AN: because i have yet to find any good terra fics that are still active
man that's a short first chapter
rrreview i guess?