It was late night and little girl and her grandmother were enjoying the warmth of their fireplace after dinner.
The old woman was cozily knitting, sitting on her purple armchair as the child was looking at picture books.
"Kairi..." the woman began, putting down the wool and needles. "It is past your bedtime, isn't it?"
"But Grandma... I'm not ti-" Kairi responded, ultimately interrupted by a loud yawn. "-red..." she finished, rubbing her right eye.
The old lady gave a slight chuckle and she got up. "Go on now, child."
"Aw... Okay..." the little girl pouted, dragging herself to the bedroom as the woman accompanied her.
"Good night dear." the grandmother spoke, dropping the child off at her room.
"Grandma! Grandma!" the young redheaded child called as she clumsily made her way and climbed her bed. "Tell me that story again!" she excitedly said, eyes sparkling with joy.
"Again, dear?" The old lady followed at a turtle's pace. "You've heard it oh-so many times already…"
"Pretty pleeeeeeaase!" the child smiled widely, getting comfortable in her blankets.
The grandmother stood and stared a bit as her face cracked a weak smile. "Okay dear."
"Yaaaaaay!" She cheered shaking herself further into the bed.
The old woman took out an old dark blue book and sat at the child's bedside as she cleared her throat and began reading the tale the little girl had listened to time and time again.
'Long ago… people lived in peace, bathed by the warmth of light…'
...
Into dark waters a silver feathered hair boy fell headfirst, seemingly in deep slumber, towards a bright, stained glass pedestal. This monument was cylindrical, the side completely black but the surface of a deep blue tone contained the drawings of a Unicorn, a Fox, a Leopard, a Snake and a Bear.
As the diving boy grew closer to the floor, he slowly opened his eyes and flipped, landing slowly and upright. He looked around his surroundings as a feeling of unease took hold of him.
'Where am I?' was one of the many thoughts that furiously flowed through the boy's mind before a voice asserted its presence.
'Defender of light, vanquisher of darkness. What is your name?'
He was unsure of where the voice was coming from as much as he was unsure if he had heard anything at all. Despite this, the red coated youth responded assertively.
"Devon." He spoke as his right hand sparkled as a blue guarded, silver key materialized in his hand. The word 'Keyblade' echoed through his head on repeat as the station he was on top of flashed a bright white light and changed its appearance.
The boy looked at his footing to see an image of himself with his back turned, facing a blue and white castle with a clock on it in stained glass.
Overwhelmed by the sight, the young wielder found himself getting dizzier by the second ultimately falling back as the key in his hand disappeared.