Hello! This is the mighty (and slightly senile) Great Guardian Wolf speaking!! I am proud to present my second solo fiction!! My first one sucked and was a script fic so I was kinda' screwed in two ways there. Anyway, I entreat you (Aren't big words fun? And no I don't mean you) to review. I will accept constructive criticism, but no flaming!! Also, If you have any ideas for a title let me know. Enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts! If you intend to sue the only thing you will get is a slightly psychotic cat...

Chapter1

The Start of It All

A lone girl stands on a platform of elegant stained glass, surrounded by darkness. She looks around strangely at what is before her. Then seemingly out of nowhere a strange voice speaks to her "So much to do, so little time" It boomed, shaking the large pillar of. "Take your time" It then said in a gentler tone. The girl was now very confused, especially due to the voices obscure comment. She stepped forward a bit and jumped back as three gray pedestals shot up out of the glass floor. Each pillar had a different weapon on it. The first had a blue and green staff, the second a sturdy black and red shield, and the third was a large sword, with its hilt intricately crafted of bright silver. Almost without thinking, she delicately grasped the sword and held in front of her face for closer inspection. She stared blankly at the bright metal it was formed of then tossed it gently from hand to hand to test its weight. The voice once again spoke "Is this the path you seek?" It boomed, its voice echoing through the darkness. The girl looked down at the blade in her hand and slowly nodded. The girl cringed as the sword disappeared in a flash of white light. She just began to recuperate for temporary blindness when the voice spoke again. "Which do you wish to give up?" It asked loudly. The girl had absolutely no trouble with this decision. She automatically ran towards the green and blue staff, since she had absolutely no affinity for magic. She slowly grabbed it and spoke. "This is the power I wish to give up." She whispered. "Then it is settled." Said the voice as the staff was gone in a burst of light exactly like the sword before it. "You have given up the power of the mystic, and chosen the power of The Fang." The girl could only stand there and attempt to fathom the last words of the mysterious voice.

Without a moments notice the girl was whisked away to yet another stained glass platform. After she had just realized what had happened she felt an unfamiliar weight in her right hand. She looked down to see the sword she had chosen on the first pillar of glass. She continued to admire the blade while a small shadow like creature arose from the floor. The creature had two scraggly antennae, a curved back, large yellow eyes, and sharp claws that if they were to get a hold of you could probably rip a pretty big hole in your flesh. The creature of darkness caught sight of the girl and slowly advanced towards her. "Look out!!" yelled the strange disembodied voice, trying to warn her. The girl quickly turned around and slashed at the hunched over shadow. Instead of bleeding and letting out a high pitched shriek of pain, as many normal living things would, it instead turned into a sort of deep black smoke that writhed around her blade then sluggishly rose into the air. The girl was completely clueless as to what she had just done. She had barely stopped to take a break and sort things out when more of the shadow beasts appeared from the floor, fixing their large yellow eyes on her.

After fighting many shadow beings on many different stained glass platforms a large staircase of floating stained glass panels. Of course, the fact that it was floating did nothing to make the girl feel any better. She hesitantly climbed stair after stair until she decided to go back. She boldly turned around and took a step. In a split second she was grabbing the edge on one of the wafer thin glass steps. Her head jerked downwards to give her a view of her feet dangling over the endless dark abyss. Gradually she raised herself back to the top of the platform, muttering curses as she did so. The girl waved her hand through the empty air, mystified at the absence of the stairs. She was now shivering with fright and looked back at the last, far off pillar. She shakily got to her feet and began to cautiously walk up the stairs once again.

The girl had reached the final platform and walked to the center when the spiritual voice spoke again. "Remember" It began. "The closer you get to the light the greater your shadow becomes" The girl was again puzzled by the voices vague comment. She looked down and began to ponder about her current situation. While she stood there in thought she noticed something strange. For a moment she even thought she was crazy, for she saw her very own shadow grow and take a large dark form. The girl looked up in horror as the shadow approached her. In her frantic state, she picked up the sword and began to wildly slash at the shadows vulnerable hands. She continued to attack it with seemingly no avail. After a few moments the enormous shadow finally crashed to the ground, making the very Earth rumble. The shadow, on its hands and knees, slowly began to melt into the stained glass floor. The girly backed away, frightened and trying to escape the darkness that pervaded across the pillar. She was unable to escape and the darkness began to consume her. As she sank into the shadows she heard the disembodied voice again. "Don't be afraid, for your heart is the mightiest weapon of all." It called out to her as she sank into the darkness.

The girl was not able to breathe. It was cold, dark, and...wet? She slowly opened her eyes to see a large Golden Retriever sitting on top of her and licking her face in greeting. She laughed quietly and turned to a small alarm clock. The bright red numbers, of course, gave her no good news. It took a while for the girl's brain to react, but when it did she began a frantic attempt to shove the mammoth dog, which was aptly named Crusher, off of her. After quite a few minutes of tangling with the large ball of fur she began her mad-dash of getting ready for school. Eventually she made it out her front door, her backpack hanging on only one arm and her hair in a mess. He mom stood at the door, waving a donut in the air and crying out "Usugi!! You forgot your breakfast!!" The girl heard her mother shouting and quickly ran back to the house. She hurriedly grabbed the donut, clenched it in her teeth, and uttered an unintelligible phrase that her mother could only assume was a thank you.

Later that day when Usugi returned home from school, she slowly trudged to her room and dropped her backpack which made a loud thud on floor. She then continued to raise a fist and shout "Too much HOMEWORK!!" towards the ceiling. She plopped down on her bed and opened a large text book. Her home work continued until nightfall. She decided to take a break from her homework and retreat to the kitchen. A few moments later she walked back to her room with a Pop-Tart clenched in her teeth which already had quite a few bites taken out of it. While traveling back to her room she noticed Crusher rapidly pawing at the door and whining. "What's the matter boy?" She said, scratching the dog behind the ears. The dog continued to paw and whimper at the door. Usugi quickly became curious and slowly opened the door. Crusher slipped his thin muzzle through the crack and managed to get the rest of him through the door. Usugi tried to stop him but was frozen at what was before her. There in the sky was a large sphere of darkness, sucking in all sorts of debris and small, nearby objects. Usugi once again got curious and ventured toward it. As soon as she reached its edge a dark creature emerged. It was the very creature from her dream. She backed up and was in a state of temporary shock. While backing up she tripped over a rock and landed in the soft, green grass. The creature of darkness reached for her and Usugi, in a seemingly futile attempt, raised her arm in front of her to block the shadow. Usugi closed her eyes to avoid seeing what she thought would be her death. A few seconds afterwards, she opened her eyes to find that she was, in fact, not dead. She looked at her raised arm to also see that it was not maimed in any form or fashion. Instead in her hand was grasped the sword from her dream. She quickly glanced from the blade to the being of darkness and knew what she had to do.