Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, however I think this might be a good idea for KH3, which also isn't mine, but as the story goes on, it'll be my idea, lol.

A/N: Well, this is my crack at a KH3 story, now this is a prologue that kind of goes into the beginning of the battle between Sora and the "Lingering Sentiment" or as other people may know him, the "Enigmatic Soldier", whose name has now been revieled to be Terra. Anyway, this is only the prologue, the real story will follow. Please review and let me know how I did, okay?

Prologue: The Awakening

"Dark…it's so…dark." A faint voice echoed in the shadows, it was a man's voice, a young adult, from what one could tell. "I…feel, cold. What is this place?" He questioned, but received no answer. "Am I…dead?" Once again, he received no response. "What am I doing here? I can't remember…all I do remember is…a desert and…a key…no…a Keyblade. Who had the Keyblade?" The voice angrily questioned as he returned to silence, there was no point in questioning if there was no one there to reply. He waited for what seemed to be an eternity, just sitting in silence, waiting in the shadows. Then something strange happened, a light began to shine in the distance, the voice wasn't sure if he had a body, but he tried to make his way towards the light.

He finally made it. At first the light blinded him, likely from being in the shadows for so long, but he finally gained his sight, he was kneeling in the middle of what seemed to be a desert, the very same one he remembered. It was a rough, unforgiving land, the red gritted soil whirled around at the winds will. He noticed he couldn't feel it though, so he gave a look at himself, he was in a suit of armor, with metals of gold and bronze encasing him in a sleek, yet light fitting manner. In the parts of his body that wasn't covered with armor, he had black, skin tight material that appeared to be made of a leathery material. The wind whipped around, revealing to him that he was wearing a black and white cape, the man then realized that he had a helmet on, with wolf ear-like protrusions coming from the top. Finally, he noticed that his hands were resting on top of something, he looked at it and saw that it looked like a large key with a gold key bit and silver hand guard. "A…Keyblade?" At first the mysterious person didn't recognize it, but quickly realized what it was. After a moment or so, he realized that no one was there besides him, so he remained still, there was no point for him to venture, there had to be a reason why he appeared at this spot, he figured.

As he sat in silence, memories began to fill his mind. "My name…is…Terra. I am a warrior of the Keyblade…one of the few. My friends are…a girl named…Aqua, and a younger teen named…Ven." He slowly began to put bits and pieces together, remembering that Aqua and Ven were also Keyblade warriors. The mysterious person smiled as he remembered who they were, what they looked like, and all the good times they had spent together. Aqua was a fair-skinned young lady with sky blue hair, and a humorously tomboyish personality. She was always light spirited and had a kind word to say for most people, but she was always ready to be serious too and was no slouch in battle, especially when it came to magic. She often wore a black halter top with a matching, short trimmed (but not too short) skirt. Ven was his closest friend and someone who he had taken under his wing. He was kind of serious-minded, but was always eager to lend a hand. Ven had cowlick-spiky blonde hair and often wore a white jacket with a black undershirt underneath and had khaki pants. They always hung out together and went on missions, which were often a success.

Then his eyes widened as some darker memories flooded his mind, the last mission he had, he was in a battle…with the man who also had a Keyblade. "That's right…I was looking for him and his…apprentice I think, and then there was something about a large moon in the shape of a heart. Wait a minute…I wasn't alone, Aqua and Ven had come as well…" He thought to himself as he began to process his new memories. Then he audibly gasped as he realized what happened that day.

"AQUA! VEN! It…it can't be…NO!" He screamed in shock as he remembered something terrible. They had fallen in that fight, to that same man, in this very same desert. The armored man wanted to jump up and begin searching for any sign of his friends, but he couldn't move; his body remained inert, despite him trying with all his might to move. For some reason, that's where the memories stopped though, he couldn't remember what the man looked like, all he remembered was that he had won, and that he felt intense hatred for whoever that person was, and prayed that they would never have to meet again, for both their sakes.

Awaken…a strange voice whispered in the wind. It sounded like his own, but he didn't speak. A second later, a portal opened and out of it came three beings. One was a duck like creature attired in a blue colored sailor outfit, the other was a tall, clumsly looking being dressed in mismatching clothes, and the third was a human, a young man to be exact…and he seemed awfully familiar.

"Aqua? Ven?" His voice once again came whispering in the wind, he was thinking that question in his mind, but he didn't say it, maybe this place was connected to him, somehow. He then realized that it wasn't Ven, he had super spiky, light brunette hair, and wore a black jacket with a navy shirt underneath. Something about his blue eyes did seem familiar, but he definitely wasn't Ven.

"No…you're not the one I chose…" The wind carried his thoughts again, and the three people before him reacted, they had obviously heard it as clearly as he did. Terra then noticed that the young man had a Keyblade in his hand, it had a silver bit and a yellow hand guard. "A Keyblade?" His thoughts echoed in the wind. "Is he the one we fought? We were the only Keyblade wielders…right? That's it! I remember now…I have his name…he has to be the one. You will pay…" This time the wind didn't carry his thoughts. He stood up, and stared straight at the young Keyblade user, his body was free, and his lips were loosened. "Xe…han…ort…XEHANORT!!" His rediscovered voice quaked as he angrily bellowed the name of the one he hated as he lifted his own Keyblade from its resting place in the soil and assumed his fighting stance that he remembered on pure instinct. The three standing before him just gave a look of shock and confusion as they too assumed their fighting stances.

A/N: Well, is it a good start? I hope so...let me know by reviewing, okay?