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A/N: I was in two minds whether to upload this straight away or merge it with the first chapter, its a lot shorter than my normal chapter length. However I figured adding this with another whole chapter would be too long and people might get bored. A majority of the story will be in thrid person but everynow there will be short chapters like this. I have no real idea how many chapters this will last for, I'm still working on a few ideas for it. Thanks for reading.

The darkness surrounded me, suffocating any light in its path. Sounds like the start of a typical story. The darkness will lead it disaster, to fear. People will suffer; feel pain at its emptiness. So many fear it, try to shrink back from its inevitable approach. They give up, allow the darkness to consume them. But all is not lost. Because there is always light. Light that saves the corrupted hearts, that shows the hero the way home. It is the total opposite of darkness. While darkness creeps up on people, light floods a room almost instantly. The corrupted are saved or destroyed, the hero can find his way home at last. There's a lot to be said for light and darkness. Everyone, sometimes unwittingly, allies themselves with one or the other. Sometimes this means nothing, at other moments it means everything.

But what if you belonged to neither?

What if you feared both the light and the dark?

The first thing I knew when I woke up was that I wasn't real. That I couldn't exist in light or darkness. The Others say it was the same for all of them, but they held one difference. They remembered what it was light to belong. I held no memories of my former life, I didn't know if I fought for good or evil. I was studied because of this, although I was a member of the group, I knew I was never fully trusted. I know I baffled them. Out of all of us, I should find it hardest to imitate emotions. I had no recollection of how to do it after all. But I felt things so clearly. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was feeling happiness, pain, even love.

Right now all I felt was fear.

I knew I should never have left. It was jealousy that led me to do it, jealousy of the Others knowledge. I wanted to know who I used to be, why I held a weapon of light. So I left, simply walked away without saying goodbye. I was a fool to do it, I knew they would never let me live, but I was still willing to try. My life seemed worthless as it was, so why not risk it all? It was clear they wanted me gone; no one tried to stop me. Instead they would wait until I was far enough gone to be called a traitor. Only he tried to talk me out of it. He begged me not to go, but I just kept walking. I knew if I turned to face him my resolve would crumble and I would fall into his arms. For someone with no emotions I was doing a good job of missing him. Part of me hoped he would come and save me, but I also knew it would crush me to see him here. Because if he was here, that could only mean he was about to undergo the same torture that I was. When I left I knew I would probably die, in fact I was expecting deaths embrace. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality of my situation. A man in red, his face obscured, he found me one day. He said he had urgent business with me, so of course I ran. He sent another after me, a silver haired boy. I fought him off and tried to run. It didn't work, and they hunted me down. I thought they would kill me and that would be it. But they didn't want me dead. I was too important. In a way my wish was being granted, I was learning the truth about my past. If only it was from another person. The man in red simply led me to a room and told me about the boy. Sora.

That's who I am. Or who I was. I was the nobody of a hero, someone important, and someone who was needed. Unlike me, who was disposable. I thought they'd end it for me there and then, but apparently it wasn't that simple. My past life wasn't ready to receive me yet, and I was too troublesome to keep in this state. So they called in the witch girl.

How could one so small and fragile looking hold such power?

She's destroying my memory, piece by piece, and replacing it with a "safe" version. I'm to be kept like a pet until Sora has recovered, then I'll be forced to become one with him again. Even now I feel my memories slipping away, the names of the people I used to see on a day to day basis, even his name is gone from my mind. I can hardly move, they've drugged me to an almost comatose state. I have just enough energy to look at the girl with a pleading look. It was probably my imagination, but it almost seemed like she mouthed an apology to me. She looked pained over what she was doing, which was a small comfort.

But who is she?

And how did I end up here?

I try as hard as I can but I can't drag up the memories. I don't want to forget, I don't want to be left in the depths of nothingness. It felt like the light and darkness were fighting for existence of my soul, and I was too scared to leave the twilight I'd become so accustomed to. The last memory I felt her stealing was his face. I clung on to it as long as possible, knowing it was pointless but still trying. Why of all things did she have to steal that? Will I have anything left by the end? I doubted it. I slowly let the drugs take me to a deeper sleep. It would be easier that way.

My name is Roxas

I live in Twilight town

This is all I know