Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Disney, Square Enix or Final Fantasy that this story and characters are associated with. If I was, I would be as cool as Walt Disney's frozen head.

The waves swept up the beach as the tide came in, soaking water through the clothes of a young man that was lying on the beach. It was at this point that Scott woke up.

Scott was a fairly average boy for his age, having curly short brown hair and dark, chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with long white sleeves, where the black shirt sleeves ended just above his elbow, with red trim in between. He also had red trim around his black shirt collar and the hem around his waist. He wore a black belt, with blue denim slouch jeans, and black, red and white sneakers. He appeared slim, but he had a muscular athletic build that was modestly hidden underneath his loose clothing.

Feeling the cold of the ocean waves, he sat up and looked around him groggily, wondering how he had got there. He noticed his hands were covered in wet sand and tried to brush it off, but it only stuck to him more. Ignoring this for the moment, Scott saw out the corner of his eye the tide was pulling back out, much further down the beach than it should have, and looked out towards the ocean.

The water had been sucked out towards a giant typhoon that was forming off the beach in the middle of the sea. Scott looked at it in confusion and wonder as in the starry sky above it, stars began to fall literally out of the sky, their trails burning and glittering down into the horizon. Something began to rise out of the murky depths of the middle of the typhoon, something dark and hidden beneath the waves, and suddenly a wave grew out from the water towards the beach, headed for where Scott was standing.

Scott turned around and began to run instinctively as the wave turned into a huge tidal wave, but he could see in the moonlight on the sand in front of him the shadow of the wave eclipsing his own. He knew it was already too late. Hearing the churning of the ocean water catching up to him, before he knew it, the lip of the tidal wave crashed down over him and swept him into a fierce tide.

Scott struggled and tried to swim against the riptide, opening his eyes underwater, now swimming in the direction he had been running. But it was no use, the current was pulling him backwards faster than he could swim, and he was pushed backwards, tumbling through the water, seeing only enough to understand he was being pulled back into the darkness of the typhoon he had seen. As he plummeted down into the dark depths, fighting the reflex in his lungs to breathe, he saw above him the moon above him in the starless sky…

A moon shaped like a heart…

The current pulled him straight downwards headfirst, deeper, deeper into the dark. Scott felt like he was drowning, opening his eyes as the monster current finally slowed, his lungs burning as he could no longer hold in his breath. His breathed in, and felt surprised that he could actually breathe in. He felt air moving through his lungs instead of water, and breathed in another breath to be sure. He breathed in another breath as his body floated gently back upright, feeling his feet touching the bottom.

Suddenly the dark ocean floor lit up underneath him, the inky blackness beneath his feet disappearing around him. The light was so bright Scott had to shut his eyes and put a hand over his face to allow his eyes to adjust to it. When they did, he could see a picture beneath him… it looked like a giant stain-glass mirror. It was of him, a girl he knew, and some strange characters he had never seen before.

Scott felt the aquatic environment around him disappear, and suddenly a flock of birds flew out of the darkness that was fading around him, making him realize he was no longer underwater. A strange kind of mist surrounded the area around the stain-glass floor, so he couldn't see where he was. He walked to the edge of the stain-glass floor he was standing on and almost lost his balance; the edge teetered off into a dark unknown abyss before him. Where was he?

Don't be afraid, said a voice, and Scott almost lost his balance again. He looked around to see who it was, but he could see no-one. The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere. Before he could speak, it spoke again. Ahead of you is a journey. You must take the first step. Just keep walking. Towards the light. No matter how deep the darkness is…

At the mention of darkness, some shadows appeared on the floor. Then suddenly the shadows started rising up, growing heads and arms as they crawled up out of the floor. Tiny, beady amber eyes blinked on their faces, looking towards him. Scott stepped towards the center in the middle of the creatures, not wanting to loose his balance a third time, wondering what they were. The little creatures suddenly jumped towards him, swiping their little claws towards him. Scott shielded his arms in front of him to protect himself, bracing for the worst…

There was a bright light, and Scott felt his right hand grip something. He opened his eyes and saw in his hand, as he lifted it up to look at it, a large blade. It was shaped like a key, with a crown shape at the point of the key where the key would be inserted into a lock, and at the end of the key where the handle was a keychain was attached by a chain, in the shape of a circle with two smaller circles on the top in the shape of ears. Scott turned his attention away from the sword and looked at the shadow creatures, which had been knocked back by his blade. They seemed partially stunned, and were retaliating for another attack. As they came for him, Scott swung at them with the key one by one, shattering their shadowy forms into oblivion.

Scott had no time to be awed by the power of his new weapon, as a door appeared behind him. Scott listened for the voice, but it was gone. He stepped towards the door and opened it, stepping into the light on the other side.

He was back on the beach where he had first woken up. But it was sunset now, and the door behind him was gone. Scott looked up the beach, and saw a scene he didn't expect to see his entire life. He could not believe his eyes.

The girl he had seen in the stain-glass window… for some reason, he could not remember her name. And even weirder, he couldn't remember what she looked like. But he recognized her as being someone close to his heart. This girl was now laying down on the sand, eyes closed, with the sword that looked like a key in her right hand. The figure above her looked gravely down upon her as Scott ran over to her side.

He shook her, at a loss for words. She wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. She was cold, lifeless… dead. Scott looked angrily up at the person who was standing above her, ready to demand answers… when the cloaked figure lifted off his hood. He gasped in shock.

It was… himself. Him. Another Scott.

A mirror image.

The mirror Scott looked at him coldly, his facial expression stoic. Scott clutched the girl in his arms protectively as he watched his look-alike raise his own bladed key weapon from his cloak.

The world started to shake around him like an earthquake, and suddenly a sandstorm erupted around them as the sand rose like a living curtain around them. Trees, water, rock… everything was being sucked up into the sky into some kind of vortex into a now shadowy sky. Scott watched hopelessly as the ground crumbled away around them, watching as the world fell apart before his eyes. His clone did not move or show any expression to this.

Then, and without any warning, his other self raised his weapon and thrust the tip of it into his own chest.

Scott woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed. It took him a moment to realize he had been having a dream, but all of it had felt so real. He felt like he had been stabbed, and even though it hadn't truly been him, having watched his look-alike stab himself was real enough. He lifted up his shirt to make sure, but it was clean. He was being silly. It was all a dream, after all.

A crash of thunder sounded outside, alerting him that there was a storm brewing outside. The wind crashed up against the window; it sounded like all hell was breaking loose. Scott looked out the window, and in between the flashes of lighting, he thought he could see something moving outside in the rain on the beach. He decided to quickly get dressed to investigate; something was going on and he was going to find out. Grabbing his jacket, he left his room and walked quickly down the hallway, hoping to find out what was going on.