Chapter 1: Who am I?

I don't know where I am, much less the reason that I'm here. I do know that, I remember a boy with blonde hair, looking at me in panic. I don't know why I specifically remember him and also vaguely remember a person with crimson hair. This has been a blur to me and these memories hurt too much for me to remember any more.

A girl is seen walking down a path that is shrouded in darkness, looking over her shoulder to see if anything is going to come out and attack her. She looks to be fifteen at most with short black hair and startling bright blue eyes that makes the sky shy away in jealousy. She is wearing a black coat, that fortunately to this point, serves her well in preventing the dangers of the darkness from corrupting the amnesiatic girl.

Thankfully though, her time in the darkness was at an end. A bright white door filled the void, bathing it in its light. However there was no change in sight, in fact the void started to react violently as shadow tendrils attempted to smack the light away.

Knowing that this is most likely the way out from this dark abyss, she rushed through the white doorway making it close behind her. The darkness lashed out as giant shadows attacked the spot where the doorway once stood. The being that watched all of this occur, calmed down and left. The only sign they was ever there was a heart shaped symbols with crosses on it.

When she left the darkness behind her, she didn't know what she felt. The oppressiveness became stifling before she rushed to the door, as if someone came to see what has disturbed their domain. Breathing quickly from the adrenaline rush, she felt that whatever was there definitely knew what she was. It also knew that it couldn't let her go hence the flight response exhibited by her.

After she calms down by taking in as much air as she could, she finally noted where she was at.

The room was the opposite of where she had been a few moments prior, the difference were the decorations on the sides. There to the front of her, was the nobody symbol with the heartless symbol behind it.

A wave of pain hit her as the vague sense of familiarity grasp out to her. Only to be turned away at the final moment as she desperately didn't accept them for the pain they cause her.

"So you're the one that they said deserved a second chance," said a voice forcing her to snap up quickly in surprise. The man in front of her is unlike anyone she has ever seen. And she's not kidding.

In front of her, the man was lean yet toned. He had a dark complexion, but yet it looks as if he catches the light no matter the angle. Though while it does seem unusual that a man was here appearing in front of a girl. This wasn't what caught her attention, instead it was the two wings on his back that shimmered in the light in three different colors.

"I see that you are drawn to the wings. Trust me, it happens more often than one expects especially when they meet Death for the first time." He said.

Confused, she questioned as to what death is. He unfortunately didn't answer her.

"My, my, my, it seems as though someone's memories has already been forgotten or absorbed. Or in your case, both." He said without care.

"Wait, you know who I am?" She sounded hopeful, as if the secrets of her own universe will be given to her.

"As much as I pity your case, I'm not allowed to do so." said Death.

Deflating from his response, she desperately tried to remember something that tied to her old life. Other than the two boys, nothing really came up.

Seeing this, Death did have to pity her. Unlike some of the other heroes that he has seen over the many eons that he has been here, none really matched her situation. She was unique, a case that hasn't been seen and the fact that she was selfless only adds more to the respect of what her goal is going to be in the future.

"However, there is an alternative." He said, taking out a map. He had to smile that she looked on in rapt attention. The fact that she did this instead of complaining or saying something along the lines "it's a mistake," earned her some brownie points in his book.

"Just to see if it still works, may you place your right hand out." Death said.

Curious as to what he had in mind, she complied. Only to be shocked when a giant key manifested on her hand. This only lasted a few seconds when a memory crashed into her with the force of a freight train.

"This keyblade is worthless, a sham."

"My keyblade is not a sham!"

The first indication that something was wrong, was when she clutched her her head in pain and fell down to her knees. The keyblade soon disappeared allowing her to get up albeit slowly since she was recovering from the memory attack.

"So you do remember, yet you don't. You will be very interesting to watch in the future." He quietly said to himself as he observed her get up slowly.

"You can access the weapon, that is good news for you." He said as she looked at him startled, momentarily forgetting that there was another in the same room with her.

"This map, known as a soul map, allows for us who gather the unjust who have escaped their sentences. Some of them will be too powerful, others won't be. You're job is to gather them and send them to us. If you finish the list, then you get a second chance. Understand?" His eyes boring down on her.

"Wait what about my memories?" She asked.

"They will come to you in time," he waved her off. "Now since you're done with having that question clawing at you...awaken!"