I woke up in a red room, still in pain. I had no idea how I ended up there, but I have my resources. "You okay?" asked my sister. I swear her red highlights in her hair blended in with the room color perfectly.

"Besides the fact that I still can't breathe and my right shoulder hurts like hell, I'm great." My shoulder really did hurt. When I was hit with that smoke, I didn't feel any fire, but if there was fire involved, it must've hurt so bad that I couldn't feel it.

"Well, I have a reason for both of those. First of all, you probably still have a little smoke in your system from that incident. It's possible that you inhaled it. Second of all, the pain from your shoulder is from the burn."

"So there was fire?"

"Yes. Surprisingly, more than smoke."

"Why so much pain, then?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder, only to feel the source to the pain. I ran my hand down my right arm and felt nothing, but metal. "Automail? It was that severe?!"

"I suppose." I took off my jacket to inspect my arm. "Wait a minute. How am I supposed to use my claws with a metallic arm?" She took my arm and began to show me how it worked, after taking off my glove. "You see your knuckles just above your nail? If you move them down, they reveal your claws, as well as locking them down. If you push them back up, they will unlock and retread." I tried it out, and I have to say, I can get used to it, but only one question swam through my mind: How did my sister know how to do this? "How the hell did you learn to be an automail engineer?"

"Well, every time we came to Traverse Town, Cid would be kind enough to teach me."

"But he's a Gumiship Engineer."

"Doesn't matter. It's still the same thing." It really wasn't.

I, swiftly, put my jacket back on, and my right glove, and ran towards the door. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I forgot about something. We need to go immediately." As I opened the door, I ran right into Leon. "You mean your Mark of Mastery Exam?" he asked as I backed away. "You're a stalker, as usual," I said, annoyed that he eased dropped.

"Wait," Alex began, "We have to talk to our Master about our Mastery Exam and you didn't tell me?"

"I was going to, but something came up."

"Nice excuse."

"If you two are done, I'm here to give you the exam myself." I looked at him, confused. How can he give us the exam if he doesn't have authorization to give any titles? "Your test will be tough, but he thinks you can manage. You and Alex are required to search for a particular Keyblade that was lost: the Oathkeeper. It is made from Light and Darkness combined. Because of this, the King has chosen you two for this job. If completed, you will be known as Keyblade Masters."

I have always wanted to become a Keyblade Master. It was my dream. "In what world will we be investigating?"

"If you walk through the Atlas Doors, you will enter the world. I suggest that you start moving."

Alex and I left the Red Room and out into the First District. We both stood in front of the double doors wondering what kind of world it was that we were about to enter. Without hesitation, we opened the doors and walked through the engulfing light.