In a dark room, a form lays in a slumber. Given a closer look the form is a girl her eyes closed and breathing deeply and evenly. Her dreams are full of colorful memories from times gone by. In the darkness surrounding her two glowing amber-gold eyes blaze and stare at the girl. The body that the eyes belong to step into the single ray of moonlight that a window lets in. The form is at least six feet in height, tan skin that contrasts with his silver hair styled into spikes. He wears a black cloak with silver tassels and zipper, black boots, black pants and black gloves. As he gazes at the girl his hard amber-gold eyes soften and a trace of there original cobalt blue rim the pupil. He reaches out a hand to brush the girl's cheek.
"I am so sorry, but I will come back for you and wake up Ven." He turns a dark corridor opens nearly undistinguishable from the thick, stifling darkness in the room. A solitary tear escapes and slides down his face as he steps into the portal of swirling darkness.
When the man is gone and silence lays its dark, heavy blanket upon the room once more, the girl's dreams become dark and lonesome. In the dream, she walks a long, never-ending path with no one to guide her or to talk to. Tell me someone please when will I awake? The girl pleads silently for an answer or even a sign but neither comes. Until a faint voice says, "Don't worry Mel, we'll wake up soon but our journey is still far from over." A small smile finds its way to her face, "your right," she looks up into the darkness ahead and sees a light.
"Ven."
A man sits at a desk; his back rests against the high-backed chair he sits in. His eyes closed and hands folded on his lap. He wears a blue robe with a pointed blue hat covered with moons and stars. His beard silver with age flutters in time with his slow breathing. Lines of concentration etched themselves onto his forehead and a 'v' shape forms as he scrunches his eyebrows together. A voice can be heard singing a song, a solemn and foreboding song. He listens harder and begins to hear the words of the song more clearly.
Someone come and wake me
From my sleeping prison.
The time is nearing for thirteen of darkness
And seven of light to clash.
For one whose heart was
Fractured shall be whole again.
It is time for the sleeping light and sleeping darkness to awake and chose.
For the heart of twilight will tip the scale
Which will conquer the heart: Light or Dark?
The man opens his eyes and turns to look out of the window, "Yes my dear, war is looming and the time for awakening is nearing."
Three teenagers lay on the warm sand; two are boys and the other is a girl. The boy on the right has spiky chocolate brown hair, bright blue eyes and a goofy smile on his face. The girl next to him is laughing at something her just said and she has vibrant red hair and eyes as blue as the boy's next to her. The last boy on her left has silver hair, aquamarine eyes and he to is smiling but less talkative then the other two. A comfortable silence settles over the three friends as they gaze out to the dazzling blue ocean and equally blue sky. The girl sits up suddenly her blue eyes clouded in confusion and alarm, "Do you two hear that?"
"Hear what Kairi?" the spiky haired boy on the right asks.
"A voice…its singing they sound so sad and yet hopeful." She mummers almost to herself.
"I hear it two." The silver haired teen on the left says quietly.
"Aw man, then how come I can't hear it?" the boy on the right complains.
"Maybe if you shut your mouth long enough you'd hear it Sora." The silver haired youth says with a smirk.
"Shut up Riku." Sora says but otherwise remains silent.
Guardians of Light
Stand together as friends united
But can darkness break that surrounds them break the bond
Keybladers stand strong
For 7 must never surrender to 13
Who will win and who will fall depends
On the choice of twilight's heart
They looked at each other as the haunting melody fades, "What could that mean?" Kairi asks.
"It sounded like a warning but the real question is what for?" Riku replies.
"I say we go to Yen Sid and ask." Sora says.
"Yeah we should, he would want to know what we heard." Riku agrees.
"Look, it's the gummiship!" Kairi exclaims and points into the distance. A flying ship comes closer their ticket to the outside world and the knowledge they now seek.
An old man sits on a white throne in an equally white, bland room the only contrast in the room is the people clad in all black. The old man strokes the silver goatee and stares off into space deep in thought. His amber eyes hold much wisdom but glint with malice. Another man clad in black walked into the room and takes the empty throne next to the older man, who turns his intense gaze to the new arrival.
"Have you found anything of interest on your mission?" The older keyblade master asks the silver haired youth. The youth like his senior has tan skin, silver hair but his eyes are softer amber bordering on gold but have the same malevolent glint.
"Yes I have. In fact I noticed everywhere I went; DestinyIslands and The Mysterious Tower a voice was heard singing."
The older man let out a soft sigh and back in the high backed chair. He looks at each of his followers, the thirteen seekers of darkness all gathered yet the darkness is not complete in his opinion. The grey areas of this realm have not yet become black with darkness. He closes his eyes and sighs. A soft, laminating voice sings as he listens harder and finally he can make out the words.
Darkness sends its chosen
To battle the light
But light is not so easily vanquished
The lonely road of a sleeping heart will soon
Come to an end
Will twilight's heart fade to white
Or darken to black
For neither side will win
Until the deed is done
The man's eyes open. His amber orbs glowed fiercely, a small smirk played upon his lips. The puzzle pieces of information he had accumulated start to come together forming an intricate plan to overcome the fragile lights. For the brightest of lights cast the darkest of shadows.