Prologue: Black
Where are they? The ones who once stayed beside me? They've all gone now haven't they? My sight has gone, left my cold empty body once more. How I long to see them, and there faces once more.
Looking for the impossible is like finding a needle in a haystack. A big dark haystack crawling with Heartless. I hope he lived though this tourment in this place. His eyes are not ajusted to this darkness. Yes, supreme darkness.
I try to find a place to sit. I found a stick, and I use it as my guide. I find a place to sit, the it jumps. A Heartless no doubt. Wait. How do I know that? What is my name? Where am I?
Where is he? The memories are departing from his mind. They leave to find new host. He's not safe here. He has to leave now! If not, he will surly die. Not because of the Heartless, but because of himself.
Days have passed. Maybe months or years even. Who knows? Time always seems to pass slowly where I am. I don't remember color. They are just words now. I just can't remember. Nothing. I can't even remember my own name. Who am I?
Who is this person I am looking for. Not the one I had in mind. This was not my task to complete. This was not what I had in mind when I agreed to do this. My emotions are playing with my mind once again. Please, make it stop.
Who am I? What am I? Who is that? An aura do I see. Very weak yes, but very powerful. Drawn to it am I. This color, unknown to me. I bend down carefully to see what this is. Never before seen by me or this place.
Is that him? Touching my shoulder. He asks a question I don't understand. He asks who we are. I am not sure. Wait. I know. He is Riku & I am Sephiroth. That is who we are.
Sephiroth. What a strange sounding name. What did he say my name was. Ri-ku? Something like that. He lifts me up. Is he able to see? I ask him. He says he can. He lifts me up and makes me walk. His grip pains a bit. In general, his touch hurts my skin. I ask him why. He says he doesn't know.
He asks me so many questions. He's been in here that long? Poor guy. He really needs to get out more. Maybe the sight of his friends will remind him. That is, if his sight has not betrayed him.
I think we arrived at a door of some sort. It's still very dark to me. Sephiroth says it's because the door is shut. That makes no sense. I ask him how to open it. He says with my sight. How can that be, if I cannot see.
He cannot see? It's just as I feared. In my pocket, there is a black scarf. I take it & tie it around his eyes. I tell him to think very hard. Very hard about the world besides this. I think he tried to hard.
I don't know why he does these things. He ties something around my eyes & tells me to think of things I have never heard of. Trees. Water. Friends. Anything, he says. I try. One thing come to mind. A star of some sort. It's not in the colors I know. Something different. A color that reminds me of warmth. It reminds me of the color of the mans eyes. The only one I remember. The one called Ansem.
What he thought of, I'll probably never know. All I know was that it worked. The doors opened and we were free to go.
I was free to go.