Do you think you can stand in the Middle?
Do you think you are that special?
To connect both
Good
And
Evil
Do you really think
You are that strong yet?
A brunette haired teenage boy suddenly rises from his bed; looking around at his room he wonders what the voice was telling him. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a look at his clock, wondering what time it is. The clock only reads around five thirty in the morning. He looks out his window; his boat is still there, out on the docks. Waiting for someone to be the skipper and sail it far away. Away from Trinity Islands, away from it all. His name is Tama, and as he looks around he shrugs his shoulders once again. Jumping out of his window and heading onto a tree branch, he climbs down it. Wondering what he should do now, if he goes back to sleep he will surely have another nightmare.
"People in dark cloaks… What could it mean?" Tama asked himself as he kicks the beach sand into the oceans' water. Wondering what should happen next. He runs his fingers throughout his semi-long brunette hair. Wondering what will happen. Will his dream come true, or is it really- Just a dream.
"You are apart of the chosen group?" A female voice pops out from the darkness of the night. She notices that the teenage boy jumps a bit and looks around. Her form is wearing a normal school outfit, which Tama would find in his own school. She walked forward into the lightness of the moon, wondering if this was really the boy, along with other teenagers like himself. They would be apart of a major clan, a clan that held the blades to kill herself, and her own clan members. The female looks at him and gives out a quiet sigh. Her silver hair bangs were moved with the wind, as her plum eyes kept on sight of the teenager.
"What 'chosen group', and who are you anyways?" Tama asks as he looks for a nearby weapon, he could sort of tell that she was not new to the islands; otherwise she would have been asleep now it was still too early for school and still too late for anyone not to be sleeping. He walked a bit closer to the girl.
"The Keyblade chosens.. A clan of such. As for me? I am but a Nameless—Oh shit, look at the time.. I must be leaving now," The teenager proclaimed as the school uniform she wore began to disappear and a darkened, chained, cloak came onto her body now. Her face and hair were barely seeable.
"Until the Battle Grounds… Tama,"