It's been three years since all hell broke loose on Destiny Islands. I still remember the day it happened as clearly as what happened yesterday when Sora told me he was going to propose to Kiari.

There was a storm the night before Sora, Kiari and I, Riku planned to leave on our raft. What we didn't know was that there was very violent storm; it was going to be like a big tropical storm that was coming in. The clouds were still miles away, but the usually calm waters were already choppy and churning brutally.

I noticed the storm from my sea facing window. Worried for the raft I get dressed in my usual clothes and run to my boat. At the dock on the main land I untie my boat and row as fast as I can to the islands. The water was so choppy that I had to fight the current just to stay above the water. My boat was so close to almost getting thrown against some rocks that I s aw my short life of fifteen years flashes before my eyes.

Finally reaching the island I tied my boat off with the best knot I know. Then I ran through the rain to the doors between beaches that I helped build only a year before. Finally through the doors I lean against the wall soaking wet from both the rain and the boat ride to the island.

I wipe my silver hair out of my face and sit there for awhile not wanting to go out in the storm again thinking about my day with my best friends Sora and Kiari. We had collected the last of our supplies for our trip. We still don't know where we are going but they trust me, and I don't want them to misplace their trust in me so I've had to be the strong one.

I still smile at the memory of Sora and Kiari on the beach when I first found them this morning. Sora was on the ground sound asleep, ignorant of his surroundings and Kiari just sneaks up to his prone form and lightly kicks him. It was so funny, Sora's face when he woke up to Kiari right in his face. He flailed his arms about trying to get his bearings. And that is when I went to then and called them lazy just to get them working on the raft.

Sighing I get ready to go out in the rain once more to check on the raft. No longer caring about getting wet, seeing as I'm already soaked, I run out from under the cover of the shack and run to the raft. Only to see that it was perfectly fine, the wind only violently tearing at the sail.

I run back to the shack and sit on the stairs, and then everything goes black.