Chapter 1
Stupid Dreams
I've been having these weird dreams lately.
I keep seeing these weird little black creatures…
I think I've seen them before. Do I know them?
More importantly, are they real?
The weirdest thing is, there's this giant key…
What's this all got to do with me?
Out of nowhere, I found myself standing on a stain-glassed pillar. The color of the floor was designed with swirls of black and white. An image of myself was on the right side of the floor, looking as if I was leaning on a wall. My head was lowered down, my left hand in my pocket and my right hand held out, as if I was holding something.
Besides me, there were seven circles. The first three circles had pictures of my mom, dad, and sister. The next two circles contained pictures of my childhood friends, Alyssa and Matt. However, I did not recognize the two figures in the last two circles.
After walking across the floor, three stone altars rose up from the ground. In a flash of light, three weapons appeared, one on each altar. There was a sword, a shield, and a staff. 'Weird.' I thought to myself.
'Power sleeps within you,' a mysterious voice called out. I looked around, trying to see who could've said that. "Who's there, and where are you? Show yourself!" I yelled.
As if it ignored me, the voice continued, 'If you give it form… It will give you strength. Choose well.' "Ok, I guess," I shook my head as a headed toward the staff first.
'The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you choose?' I decided to skip the staff for now, and headed towards the sword next.
'The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you choose?' Once again, I skipped over the weapon and headed towards the last one, the shield.
'The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you choose?' After looking at all the choices, I headed back towards the sword. 'Is this the power you choose?' After nodding, I grabbed the strange weapon, feeling power within me. 'In order to maintain balance, one power must be given up. Choose wisely.'
After brainstorming carefully, I decided to give up the staff. 'You have chosen the power of the warrior, and have given up the power of the mystic. Is this your final decision?' I nodded as everything disappeared. 'Now, let your power take form.'
In a flash of light, a weapon appeared in my hand. The shaft of the blade was split by a jagged line in the center. One half was longer than the other. The longer half was a shade of obsidian black, being the outer part of the blade. The shorter side of the blade was snow white, and it held the silver teeth of the blade. I muttered a word that had popped into my head.
"K-Keyblade," I whispered to myself as I marveled the blade. "So this is a Keyblade." I noticed a few words carved into the handle of my new weapon. Just as I was about to read it….
"BEEP!" I jumped right out of my bed, landing straight onto the floor. "Ow, that hurt!" I yelled as I grabbed onto my head.
"Stupid alarm clock."