Prologue

Kisa ran as fast as possible down a dark, stony bridge. Behind her, Heartless trailed in close. In front was the only sanctuary in hopes of having as of right now. She HAD to keep pushing on. If not, then she will likely become Heartless fodder in an instant. Her legs were tired and wobbly from running, and she could gather that if she continued, they would give way and then she'd be screwed. So she unsheathed her katana and stopped; facing the Heartless. They surrounded her within seconds, but this was nothing. She had been surrounded before. She was able to take on her enemies then, however, her legs were really weak and her breath was labored. She took the time to notice it was raining hard and she was soaked.

"Come on!" She beckoned.

Beckoning a horde of Heartless was never a good idea. There were neoshadows, shadows, and many unnamed others. She hissed, and sliced a creature in half when it charged. Kisa didn't hesitate the next go round, but the Heartless just kept coming. Kisa was tiring out already, which was odd due to her being half-human, and she had no way of running out of this one. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her chest. She gasped, feeling like she was just punched a million times in the chest. She didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't like it. It left her feeling weak. She hated that annoying feeling. Her situation escalated when she glanced up and saw a huge Darkside Heartless coming toward her, and her vision blurring.

Before she knew it, she was lying on her side gasping; her sword on the ground next to her. Everything was getting dark now, and before she lost consciousness, she heard the sharp, battle cry of an unknown man. She didn't know or remotely recognize the voice, but she was grateful, nonetheless...