The Song of Lala, Act I: Prologue
What comes here?
Where am I,
What have I become?
Will I forget who I am?
As I sink, slowly go down,
Into the darkness, I drown.
My oh my, what is this pain?
My oh my, why does it rain?
My oh my, where am I now?
My oh my, I wonder how?
How I have come into this place.
I remember nothing but a face.
And that face does fade into the dark.
I look and search deep down for my heart.
But there is nothing there.
I am suddenly aware
I am suddenly aware.
Where have you gone?
Oh heart of mine
What have I done?
To deserve this fate?
Into the darkness I slowly fade.
Can I maintain myself?
Can I keep my voice?
My voice defines me
I sing loud and clear,
Nothing confines me
When I sing.
Don't take that away.
Let me keep that.
I can lose anything else,
Everything else,
Just grant me one wish:
Let me keep my voice.
I will give in.
Just give me that choice.
Goodbye the life
Of Lilly Creed
Or whatever my name was.
Hello the life
Of the darkness.
Hello the life
Of a heartless.
The shadow awoke in the center of a courtyard of sorts. Its new eyes noted the bright pinpricks of light in the sky. It vaguely remembered that those shiny things were called stars. She looked at her surrounding in awe, her eyes like those of a child experiencing all of the sights as though for the first time. Looking up, the shadow saw windows of stained glass over which a bell hung in an outcropping. Vaguely, the shadow remembered this place. Inside, she knew that this was home. Traverse Town. But what is a home? Why did it seem so important, so such a sorrowful thing that would make the shadow sad should she have a heart to feel with. "But", thought the shadow, "if I don't have a heart, how do I feel sad that I don't have one?" Perhaps that was the greatest mystery of being a heartless: the sole feelings that a heartless is capable of are sorrow, grief, and pain. Or else that is what the shadow knew. There was a feeling of connection, a feeling that she was not alone in the world. She looked around yet again, taking it all in. She saw her companions milling around: her kin, the heartless. She was not afraid, as she once had been. No. Not at all. She felt almost comforted by their presence. At least something was there for her to see, something that felt the same.
She looked up as she heard the creaking of a door. "The first district," thought the shadow. She saw someone walk through the doors: a boy with brown spiky hair. She saw her kin approach him with malintent. She saw a weapon materialize in his hands as he crouched into a defensive stance. Every ounce of her existence said one thing: run. As her kin swarmed the boy, they were slowly destroyed one by one. Run, said the voice in her head. But the shadow stood and watched in horror. How could this child destroy these heartless, these beings that were once human? How could one destroy their own kind? For heartless and humans were one and the same. The absence of a heart did not change the fact that they were beings with thought and feelings. And the feeling that she felt at that moment was fear. Acting on instinct as the boy approached, she melded into the floor and moved into the shadows. The boy's sword slashed at her kin, but she stayed hidden., the want to survive outweighing all else. She closed her eyes and waited for the swing of the blade to find her. "Keyblade," she thought to herself. "The heartless's worst enemy."
But the blade did not hit her. She saw the boy run. She yearned to follow, wished for a way to tell him that he was hurting not emotionless monsters out to get him. Perhaps that was how all heartless felt, searching for their hearts. Maybe this one time this person will have it. Maybe this time I can return to normal. But the shadow remained still. She did not follow. She closed her eyes and waited, though she knew not for what. And soon she became one with the darkness, and she felt at home.