Kairi/Terra

Need

The dark portal she ran into had a bit of detour, to say the least. Her surroundings were downgraded from an ivory cell, to the remains of a barren wasteland. Around her, tall pillars of earth were erected from the ground, and acres upon acres of metallic shrubbery consumed the land, save for the trails carved out of the armed vegetation. Only the sound of whispering winds reached her ears.

Kairi.

Okay, make that whispering winds and crazy voices inside her head. Her hair stood on end.

A sudden gust of wind met her back before she could turn around, armored pieces materializing out of thin air. When the bustling stop, there was a tin man embracing her from behind, digging into her neck and almost drawing blood.

"Who are you?" she asked, wrenching herself from his iron grip, spinning around half-accusingly.

I'm…sorry. I didn't frighten you, did I?

"Who are you?" her tone was still icy; she had long learned her lesson not to trust strangers, so the softness in his tone was lost on her.

I…I am a shell of a person.

"A Nobody?" she inquired, "Are you with Organization XIII?"

I have no idea what Organization XIII is. I've been here lingering for a while. Eons, it feels, though I know it's only been a decade.

"Name please?" she asks curtly.

Terra. And you need my help.

"Care to elaborate on that?"

A while a go, there was a woman with blue eyes and blue hair who cast a spell on you, do you remember? Her name was Aqua.

"Sorry, can't say that I do. Was she a friend of yours?"

Yes. A very dear friend…She had a light in her heart as bright as yours. You remind me a lot of her, I guess that's why I greeted you so…

"Inappropriately?"

Ha. You have her sense of humor, too. Anyway. The spell has been sleeping within you for the longest time. I believe it should be awakened now. Your friends need you.

"And you can awaken it?"

I can try. But you're going to have to trust me.

"Well, I'm not exactly the most trusting girl at the moment, but...I think it's worth taking the risk, for my friends."

The suit of armor embraced her again, but this time she returned the hug.

Then a storm of purely vindictive darkness broke out overhead, a tingling feeling overtook her hand, and a Keyblade materialized in her hand. As the darkness began to peel away her surroundings, cutting the sky to ribbons, a deep rumbling sounded in with an earthquake.

You sound so much like her, too.