On a small island at sunset, a young man with white hair in black clothes stood at the shore edge, looking out to the endless horizon. He only hummed as he looked out to the distance.
"This world is just too small." The man had said to himself, still watching the still horizon.
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A long while later, the sun had set and it was now a still night at the same shores, a man in a black coat standing in the same spot. The night on the islands was still as could be as the man in the black coat stood on the smaller island, holding someone wrapped in a white blanket in his arm.
"There, you see? An empty world, like a prison." The man had said, assumingly talking to the person wrapped in the white blanket. "I imagine you'll be right at home." The man laid the boy down on the curved tree on the island, the one holding star shaped fruits by the name of Paopu Fruit. The boy then closed his eyes.
"Hey, where am I?"
"Who's there?" The boy asked the mysterious voice he hadn't recognized.
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The young boy, still wrapped in the white blanket, plunged through light and fell through the darkness, losing his blanket in the process. When he reached a surface he could place his feet on, he opened his eyes. The platform he had landed on was a bright white platform.
"I'm a brand new heart." The mysterious voice the boy had heard before responded to his question.
The boy looked around. "But this is–" He looked up to find the voice. "Why are you in my heart?"
"The light brought me." The voice answered. "I saw it shining in the distance...and followed it here."
The boy sighed at that. "Yeah." He placed a hand on his heart. "That was my light." He looked around the broken platform he was standing on. "But my heart is fractured. And now...the little I have left is slipping
away."
The voice hummed. "Then you should join your heart with mine."
"Huh?" The boy asked. The broken area of the platform then started to fill in, a light moving with it. The boy looked a bit confused before going back to the voice's call.
"Now our hearts have touched. Nothing else will slip away." The voice assured him. "And one day...you'll be strong enough to win back the part that already did."
"Right. Thanks." The boy replied to the voice.
"It's time to wake up now. All we need to do is..."
"Open the door." The blank light of the platform then turned into a picture of the boy. His Station of Awakening.
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The man turned to leave, the boy still resting on the tree. He rolled over and raised his hand. The man stopped walking, turning around to look at him. A young girl tilted her head as she walked up behind him. The boy then had a keyblade in his hand.
"A Keyblade?" The girl asked.
The boy's blade glowed and fired a beam of light into the sky. The man in the black coat smiled.
"Father, where are you going?" The girl asked him.
"Where are we going? The answer...The Land of Departure."
