A pair of deep green eyes watched as Sora closed his front door. He was wounded badly in battle, yet still had the strength to drag himself home. 'Perhaps I was wrong' the mysterious someone thought. With a quick movement, the shadow leapt to the roof of the item shop. He had fought gloriously. He had commanded his keyblade with such precision that only comes with experience. Even with the air soldiers at peak condition, pumped to the brim with dark energy, they were no match for the Keyblade Master. There was no doubt about it. Sora was indeed the Chosen One.

The bed caught him as he fell. Exhaustion took over his body the moment his head hit the pillow. The grime washed off in the shower, his wounds tended to, Sora fell fast asleep. and dreamt of home.

The crystal water lapped at his feet as he sat with his legs dangling over the side of the pier. The sun was just setting, and the Destiny Islands were preparing for the night. The smell of paupu fruits drifted on the warm breeze. From behind him, a familiar voice called his name. The voice was rich and full, gentle and beautiful. It was Kairi. He stood to greet her, wanting nothing more than to hold her tightly in his arms, crush her with his kisses. But as he looked he saw she was still a child. He looked down at his outstretched arms. They were cut and muscular, riddled with battle scars. They were the arms of a man, yet his love was still as she was ten years ago. Then the darkness came. It started at the horizon, but spread like wildfire. It swirled around them, blocking out all light. Yet a glow coming from Sora's chest remained constant. With its light, he could see Kairi being swallowed by the darkness. She screamed his name, begged him to come back to her, but he could not move. He was frozen by the shadows.

Sora awakened to Kairi's screams. He was bathed in cold sweat, his chest rising heavily with labored breathing. His heart was racing. Had she really screamed? He heard it again. It was coming from the square! Sora leapt out of bed. He grabbed a shirt and pants from the floor. Once dressed, he ran as fast as he could down the stairs of the pub.

Outside, the air hung thickly around him, and was scented with evil.
"The Heartless," he whispered. The screams came again, and Sora raced to the front of the pub. A woman lay slumped on the ground, her skin white as a sheet. Sora ran to her, afraid he was too late. Before he could reach her, a looming shadow stepped forward. Sora looked on as the most hideous thing he had ever seen in his life emerged from the darkness of an alley. It stood 50 feet high. It's black wings looked as if they were made of liquid, and were raised like a great bird of prey. The large body looked much like the wings, save for the dripping ooze that bubbled on its surface. The head was the same as well, but the snarling jaws were filled with rows of stark white fangs. The beast as a whole looked much like Maleficent in her dragon form that night when Sora and company battled her and Riku.

Sora shook his head, clearing his mind. Time to go to work. Though he had never seen a Heartless like this before, he knew he couldn't just stand there. He summoned Destruction, pushed his hair out of his eyes, and prepared for battle. Before he knew what was happening, he was flying through the air. He landed hard against the alley wall, his side sounding in pain. He pulled himself up, not sure what was going on. He ran once again into the center of the square, but the monster was waiting for him. With its great black claws, it hoisted Sora into the air, throwing him to the far side of the square. The dark goo that bubbled from the monster's body burned into his skin like acid. He could barely move, and his head was swimming.

A bright flash came from atop the item shop. A shadow flew from the rooftop to the square. Once landed, it stood to its full height. Sora looked on, amazed at what was happening. The shadow moved to face the monster, and threw off what looked to be a jet-black cloak. Long, slender legs covered in black stepped out. Sora gaped, his eyes wide. A woman clad in black leather stood before the monster, her deep brown hair swaying in the night breeze. Her stance was offensive, and her green eyes blazed with fury. In her hands, she held dual keyblades. They were a dazzling white with diamonds at the hilts. Star shaped emblems dangled from the key chains. Bottles of potions and magics were held by holsters running up and down her legs. In her hair dangled charms and chains that fluttered with her movements. Her face was pale and beautiful, full of emotions. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.