Chapter 1: Dawn of a Hero
A/N: It was REALLY tempting to name it "Dawn of an Hero," seeing as we know all the characters in this will die at the end in the Keyblade War anyway. Right?
It was too early for him, when the sun peeked in though his window that morning. It always came in at this time, but after getting so little sleep the previous night, dawn came too quickly. He sat up in his bed, reached an arm out to his left, and groped for his shirt. As he pulled it on over his long, thin spikes of blonde hair, he felt less certain of himself. Did I really go to sleep that late? I never do - and all I remember from last night is th-
He stopped. What did he remember from last night? It all seemed like a dream, now, faced with the bright light from the sun. He remembered... nothing. Baby steps, he thought. What do I remember? I am a human. I live in Confertus, under the reign of Pelic the Wise. My name is -
"Ignis! Hurry up, man, what are you doing?" The voice belonged to his friend, Fugien. Fugien had been told just days ago that he was a chosen wielder of the Keyblade, and that, once he had been trained, it would be his responsibility to help protect the people of our World.
He called back down to his friend, saying "just getting dressed, I'll be there in a minute." Ignis took off his shirt, wondering why he had put it on in the first place. He walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of baggy, dark grey pants, a white, button-down short sleeve shirt, and a dark grey vest with red pinstripes. He slipped on his shoes; they were black, with a grey tongue to match his other clothes, and red laces that matched his vest stripes. One more thing, he thought, as he reached for his necklace and put it on. It had been a gift from a friend, long ago. She had moved away, and they would likely never see each other again. She had made him a necklace from seaglass she had found, arranging it and attaching it in the shape of a keyhole. He had tried to make something of a similar artistic quality for her, made out of fragmented marbles; while he managed to make everything fit well and face all broken edges in, away from breakable skin, it hadn't turned out very great. All that he managed to accomplish with the various colors of marbles was to create a pendant shaped like three circle, with a larger one in the middle connecting two smaller ones., almost in the shape of a "Y". He couldn't remember her name anymore... but he could still remember her and all of the good times they had had. He stood there contemplating her name. I still know it, he thought. It's easy: it's... Bira! And someday, I'll find her. Before he could wonder about her, though, he realized he need to leave, and went downstairs to go with Fugien.