Chapter 1

A New Wielder

My name is Jason Cordes. My life was changed forever by something I believed could only provide me entertainment. But first I should tell you some stuff about me, you know, so you don't get really confused. I'm an avid gamer with high honor roll grades. I sometimes forget important things and as a result other people often have to remind me. As a gamer, it's my responsibility to uphold the gamer code: Be an awesome gamer or face the consequences of being lame. Okay, I made that up, but I am a gamer. I'm particularly fond of Kingdom Hearts. I love the action, the storyline, the philosophical side of it, and the amazing game play.

Enough about me though. It all began on that one day. It all started like an ordinary day for me. Boring, dull, you name it. Anyway, I'm in school reading boring textbooks. Then I decide to have some fun.

"Excuse me Mr. Miller, but I have a question.

"Yes Jason?" Mr. Miller sighed. He obviously knew what was coming next.

"Why was it that anyone believed all that Mayan calendar stuff? The Maya prayed to a snake with wings and we believed they were smart enough to predict the end of the world? I mean, we have supercomputers, space ships, and sliced bread, and we get our advice from some people worshiping dirt, hoping they'll become gods or something?" I pointed out. I heard some murmurs of agreement from the class. My best friend Marco shook his head grinning, clearly waiting to here how things played out.

"Well you see-"

"Whoa, I'm not done. This is all your fault," I said

"How is this my fault?"

"If you didn't teach us this stuff, we wouldn't have stressed out about the end of the world, so if anything this is all your fault,"

Before Mr. Miller could answer, someone banged on the door.

"Well well well, saved by the door,"

Mr. Miller opened the door and screamed. Outside was a dark being with yellow eyes, antennae, and menacing claws. I suddenly realized what I was looking at.

Holy crap... I am looking at a Heartless. Mr. Miller slams the door.

"That's a Shadow, it can flatten onto the ground,"

"Jason, I don't appreciate your stories," Mr. Miller said.

As I'm sure we all guessed, the Shadow flattened and walked underneath the door. Mr. Miller was shocked that I actually knew something about them.

"What do we do?" Mr. Miller asked.

"Don't let it touch you or you might become a Heartless," I yell for everyone to hear

After about two minutes playing tag with the Shadow, Mr. Miller became exasperated.

"Is there a way to beat these things?" he said.

"Only weapons directly linked to the owner, like a Keyblade, can harm the Heartless,"

"Keyblade? Are you feeling okay Jason?" Mr. Miller asked. In his concern, the Shadow lunged at him, and Mr. Miller's heart fluttered out. The Shadow grabbed the heart, and ate it.

Suddenly, time seems to stop. A voice reverberates all around me. The voice is vague and undefinable. It compels me to... to act I guess

Who are you?

The road will be difficult

What do you want?

Their will be hardships

Are you here to help?

Many trials await you

I don't care

But don't be afraid

Not on my agenda

And never forget

I've got a problem with that

You have Been Chosen