Are we born into darkness?
Is darkness born into us?
Or is our birth shrouded in light?
Can there be an in-between?
And can destiny change that?
Can destiny be changed at all?
And what if it could?
What would be the cost?
What are we...
Who are we...
We are...
She was falling into an oblivion. It was dark and cold and unfeeling. It felt like time was young and still. She felt like she was intruding on something private and ceremonial. She couldn't see herself, wasn't even aware of her own heart beating.
An image comes into view like a spotlight on stage. There is a boy, clad in some sort of armor, standing in the shadows. His face is obscured by a helmeted mask that comes down to where his nose begins, blocking only his eyes. In his hand is the strangest of things, a sword in the guise of a key. She cannot tell its distinct features; for it glows with a radiant light that inspires beauty and courage.
The boy speaks to the darkness. "The Door Masters have sent me here to banish you."
The girl, the outsider, can feel the darkness react as if a living entity. It is the most unfeeling being she has ever felt. But it is a faceless creature...and it has been weakened.
The boy continues to chide the shadows. "We created you, and now your hatred has spread. But you were the first, and thus, cutting you off from the rest of the worlds may save us yet. And now, I'll seal you, on behalf of the Door Masters and Keyblade Wielders."
The observer could not see clearly the scene as it unfolded. There was a massive...door, black and foreboding. It gripped the darkness and swallowed it.She felt like she would be swallowed with it as well. It was calling to her...
Hikari
It knew her...
"Hikari?"
"Hikari, wake up!"