Chapter One:

It's been two months since my father was killed in front of me. Living on the streets, I have listened to the people around me; studying them, and learning their language. I understood it, but couldn't speak it. I used my primitive instincts to locate food, and a warm place to sleep. Still, I wish that I was back on my island, with my dad, Diana and all my friends.

Every night, I dreamed about the village, and what would've happened if this whole thing never happened. I actually saw me at fifteen, confessing my feelings to Kattako, and him accepting it, and holding me in his arms. These events made me cry, because they were images of my broken dreams. I had other dreams as well…dreams that didn't make any sense to me.

I was standing in a black abyss, cold and silent as death. There was absolutely nothing around me. All of a sudden, a mysterious figure appears from the Darkness. All I could think of was that this isn't a normal nightmare for a four-year old. The figure turned out to be a man with light mocha-colored skin, silver hair, and strange clothing. I found myself staring at him for a long period of time. When I tried to speak, no sound came from my lips at all.

"Are you the one who can look into people's hearts, and see their inner most desires?"

What did that mean? I looked at him with a puzzling look. He raised his hand, and blew a gust of wind at me, and blew me back. My body froze in midair, and my arms and legs were suddenly pinned down. I struggled to get free, but it was no use. When I looked up, the man was right in my face, examining me.

"You are the one who reads hearts. Give me that power. I must have it to control Kingdom Hearts!" His eyes became crazed and mad with power. He wanted total control. He grabbed me by my shoulders and tangled me up in cold and unfeeling Darkness. I kept trying to squirm free, but the more I did the tighter his grip became. He then started to absorb into my body. I felt every twitch he made. "This power…it's incredible! I must claim it for myself! This energy belongs to me and me alone!" The pain was so intense, I thought my eyes were going to burst out of my head.

All I could do was scream at the top of my lungs, not caring that no sound formed. In my head, I was yelling at the top of my lungs…I yelled for my father.

I woke up by my own scream and a sudden shock that ran through my body. I was breathing very heavily, and I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't wrap my mind around what had just happened to me. All I could do at that point was try to find something to eat. I walked up to a bread shop, where an old woman was opening up the store. I slowly walked up to her, and stared at her, smelling that delicious hand-made bread.

"Oh, hello there." The woman looked at me with her beady eyes, smiling warmly at me. "Are you hungry little one? Here, take this for no charge." She handed me a large piece of bread wrapped up in a brown paper bag. I took it, bowed to her, and ran away back to the alley. The first bite of the bread was sweet and warm. It melted in my mouth, and I savored every bite. When I finished, I began sensing something weird and uncomfortable nearby. I decided to follow the trail and find out what it was.

The strange sensations lead me to an abandoned building. I looked around to see where the trail continued. I paced around; trying to make myself understand what was going on around me. I believed this town was playing tricks on my mind, and I was being fooled. As I started back to my shelter, a weird creature appeared in front of me. It was nothing like anything I've ever seen before. It looked like a giant ant, with crooked antennas, scrawny fingers, and big yellow eyes. It stared at me for a while, observing me while twitching its head and arms in an endless cycle. As I stared back, two more appeared from the ground and surrounded me. I wasn't scared, but a little hesitant of what they wanted and what they were going to do.

As I waited for the creatures to strike, I heard a voice from behind me yell, "Run away! Now!" I looked around for the source of the voice, when a mysterious man appeared in front of me with some sort of giant key. I didn't see his face, but he had really big round ears and wearing a black coat. He fought off the creatures easily without breaking a sweat. After he did, he looked around and scouted the area. "Are you okay?" he asked me in a low voice. I nodded my head. "You've got to get outta here. It's not safe. Go back home. Whatever you do, don't look back." His instructions were confusing. Were those things going to come after me? Doing as he said, I ran back to the alleyway to just meditate, and process everything that's been going on in this town. 'Father…if only you were here with me. I need you.' While I sat against the wall crying for my father and all the people I had lost, there was a small voice inside of me telling me to hate this place; to hate Radiant Garden and all the people who lived there. But I didn't listen. I never believed in hating something that I didn't understand or knew very little about…but the feeling never went away.

It was well in the afternoon by the time I pulled myself together and fought off my negative feelings. I was using old paint that was thrown away to draw on the wall. With the paint, I was drawing symbols of my native language to tell the story of how I wanted my future to be like if my home wasn't destroyed, and all my loved ones weren't taken away from me. Painting was a hobby I picked up from my mother. Back on the island, we used berries of different colors to make paint, as well as mud and grass juice. As I continued to paint the walls with vibrant colors, some big kids approached me. They walked towards me and started laughing as they took a good look at me.

"Well well, looks like we have a little lost baby." The kid was tall with messy brown hair, an army jacket and ripped pants. I didn't pay him and his friends any attention and continued painting my symbols. When they saw I wasn't listening to them, they knocked the paint from my hands then pushed me to the ground."Look at me when I talk to you, brat!" He picked me up by the front of my shirt, and shook me. I yelled at him in my language, even though I knew he couldn't understand me. I had to show I wasn't scared of him. "What?" He had a confused look on his face, and looked at his friends to see if they understood what I said. Then I swung my hand around and slapped him across the face to see if it would make him put me down. But instead, he just looked at me and glared at me like he was ready to kill me. "Okay, you wanna joke around and make an idiot out of me?" He growled. "Let me show you what happens to people who mess with me."

As he held his fist up ready to punch me, a voice shouted, "Unhand her!" The big kids and I turned and saw a middle aged man with blond hair, a goatee and a lab coat, carrying a bag of groceries. The sound of the man's voice stopped the bully's fist in mid air.