There are many worlds,
but they share the same sky.
One sky, one destiny.
The keyblade swung around the man in his dark cloak, each cut ending the existence of a Heartless. His moves attacking and defending at the same time. They were regular Heartless, what many scientists would call a Pureblood Shadow. They were weak, only attacking when their numbers were many. Like a small animal's instinct. Right now, they definitely outnumbered the keyblade wielder in this formless world of darkness.
Their numbers meant only one thing to the keyblade wielder. More to vanquish from this world. His eyes filled with the fire of battle, he stabbed another Heartless on the ground. The darkness it was composed of dispersed. The heart used to make it had already been consumed by the darkness. He gritted his teeth at this and dived into the swarm of heartless again.
Suddenly all the heads of the Heartless twitched up, as if they were receiving a signal from somewhere in the depths of this shadow world. They all melted into the ground, their yellow eyes pooling together into two huge eyes. More and more Heartless melted into the ground while the eyes like moons in the night sky watched him.
Soon the entire plane was devoid of Heartless and the keyblader was left standing between the eyes of a gigantic Heartless in the ground. The keyblader stared in shock of a Heartless so huge. Without any warning, the Giant Shadow burst out from beneath the keyblader's feet and swallowed him whole with a jagged mouth.
As the keyblader fell through the darkness, he tried to cast Fire to blast his way out. The ball of flame burst harmlessly against the darkness. It lighted up his surroundings for a few seconds as the flames flickered. The keyblader saw what he thought was some sort of landing. He stabbed the keyblade into the darkness next to him. The resistance against such concentrated darkness slowed down his descent and he landed noiselessly onto the ground.
He realized he could see his surroundings and saw a light from a distance. He walked towards it and as he came closer, he noticed it was a heart. The heart was definitely strong. The glow of light from it repelled the darkness around it.
"The darkness must not have consumed it completely yet," the keyblader thought to himself "I must save it!"
He ran and reached out to grab it. Out of the shadows, a hand of darkness slaps his own down. The keyblader jumped back in reaction to that and stareed at the hand coming out of the wall.
~Trying to move the heart?~
The keyblader widened his eyes at the voice that seemed to come from everywhere. Then he realised it was coming from his head.
~The Heart is where it belongs. Surrounded by darkness! HAHAHAHAHA~
The laughter continued as the hand moved out from the darkness. A arm and shoulder followed it. The source of the laughter came out the darkness, a maniacal grin on its face, its yellow eyes almost twinkling in anticipation. Soon its full body stood separate from the darkness. A Heartless version of him.
~Now to kill you to stop the damn glowing! And the Heart will be all MINE! HAHAHAHA~
With a sharp crack, a keyblade appeared in the Heartless hand. Yet another copy of his own. He swung it with lethal speed and the keyblader raised his own in defence. The keyblades met and sparks flew followed by a dull ringing sound. The Heartless continued smashing him and the ringing sound continued to grow louder. Soon he could hear nothing but the ringing sound. It began to blur his vision and made him unable to see the uppercut the Heartless was preparing. The dark keyblade smacked into him and everything went white.
The ringing sound continued till it actually wiped out the light around him. Then Raitin woke up.
Raitin looked around and realised class at school had ended. Just another dream of being a keyblader. He sighed to himself and slowly shuffled out of class with everyone else.
"At least I get to see Dakkun again," Raitin thought to himself happily as he walked out of school. Dakkun, his best friend had been chosen as a Keyblade Apprentice during the selection program. He managed to summon a keyblade which marked him as one of the few with hearts strong enough to fight Heartless. Raitin just looked like a fool in front of the scouts squinting his eyes and hoping for a keyblade to pop up.
Dakkun's first letter told him of a showcase of the keybladers from the Keyblader Academy would be coming over to their hometown. Raitin had went crazy over the chance to see his best friend and more keybladers. He knew the idea of the showcase was to show the many worlds how keybladers were not dangerous to normal people.
Raitin unchained his bike from the fences around the school and started cycling home. It had been six years since the world or rather the many worlds have known about keybladers, magic and Heartless. Since conventional firearms in many worlds had no effect on Heartless, many governments had to let the keybladers come in and help them.
Raitin was nine when the news flooded everyone. Multiple dimensions , other worlds, magic and evil to fight was like a dream come true. He spent many happy moments acting out scenarios with Dakkun. Now Dakkun was living in those memories. Raitin snapped out of those thoughts as he narrowly avoided a man standing on the roadside outside a shop. He glared at the man before cycling off, grumbling about window shoppers.
The man waited for Raitin to turn around the corner. He lifted his palm to waist level and waited for the magic to kick in. A ball of light appeared and radio buzz started to come out of it.
The man tilted his head towards it and spoke.
"Camo reporting in," He brushed some imaginary dust of his white cloak and continued "I believe I have found the boy."
A voice with a serious tone came out from the ball of light "Keep an eye on him."
"Gotcha," Camo replied. He let the ball of light disperse and walked into the glass. His body melting into the glass and leaving no trace. He left a shop assistant staring and very confused at what she thought was a potential customer.