Zomg, 'tis a semi-short chappie? From ME? Be still my heart...

Actually, it's only because I've split Roxas' third day into two chappies, to save you the trouble of focusing for too long. XD (chased with torches and pitchforks)

Thanks to Kaze and xoxReneeOrionxox for reviewing! (note: reviewers will be mentioned individually until I get a few more)

Disclaimer- If I owned Kingdom Hearts, this would be the actual storyline, and there would be a scene where Anxclof and Roxas get locked in a closet together. x3 (shot)

Roxas stood at Station Heights, staring absently at one of the Struggle posters. In reality, though, his mind was whirling.

Who had that girl been from his dream – the one wearing the white dress? And why had Riku spoken so scathingly to Sora, if they were supposedly best friends? Roxas would bet that the Heartless had something to do with it. Plus, who was this "Axel" that had tried to dissuade him and Anxclof?

But in the meantime, in the real world, the blond was left to try and figure out the meaning of these strange dreams. By now, he had resigned himself to the fact that the dreams weren't just his mind going for a loop while he was asleep, and that hurt him more than anything.

He was startled out of his reverie when he heard Pence's voice. "Hey, Roxas."

The blond turned to see his overweight friend coming toward him with Olette at his side. "Morning," the latter greeted cheerfully.

But before they could complete their journey up the hill to speak to him, time seemed to stop, and the two of them had frozen mid-step.

"Huh?" Roxas ran forward, but he was abruptly stopped by a random golden-haired girl that had seemed to pop up out of nowhere. Skidding to a stop so as not to hit her, Roxas felt the breath catch in his throat as he recognized her.

That girl… from my dream…

She spoke, her smile somehow not reaching her dark blue eyes. "Hello, Roxas."

Roxas blinked, not knowing how to react to her greeting. "Hi…" he managed at last. After a moment he began, "And you are…?", but she held up a hand for silence.

"I wanted to meet you at least one," she said.

"Me?"

She laughed softly. "Yes, you."

Feeling a little embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously; but before he could reply the girl had walked off down the hill.

With a whoosh of the air, time suddenly seemed to kick back in, and Pence and Olette headed up to Roxas. "Olette dragged me along to go shopping," Pence complained.

"Don't complain, you needed to walk anyway," Olette retorted, and turned to the blond boy with a grin. "Hey, do you want to come with us?"

"Um… wait, did you just see that…?"

Pence sighed. "He's stalling."

Olette stifled a giggle behind her hand. "Very well then. We'll see you later, Roxas, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, right." Roxas watched his friends run off toward the Station Plaza, and then directed his gaze to the direction in which the white-wearing girl had gone. "Did she go to that haunted mansion?"

Roxas halted just beyond Tram Common's entrance to the woods, searching the dark gloom. He had seen the girl go this way, so where could she be?

He had barely taken a step forward when a portal of darkness coalesced in front of him. A swishing sound heralded the fluid slithering of the white creature from two days ago; only this time, there had to have been at least four of them.

One of them quickly materialized above his head and seized his arm before he had time to react. Roxas shuddered inwardly at the scaly feel of it and jerked away. "Lemme go!" he cried, turning around and racing back into Twilight Town.

As the wind rushed past his ears and ruffled his hair in his desperate sprint, he turned his head slightly and, to his dismay, saw that the white things were following him. Great. Now what was he supposed to do?

He turned back to face forward again, only to race to a clumsy halt when he realized he had reached the Sandlot. And who should be there but Seifer and the rest of his gang?

"Hey, chickenwuss," Seifer jeered as Roxas ran past.

Roxas whirled around and saw that the white things were slithering toward him, seeming to ride the wind in their pursuit.

"Who's that?" Fuu asked, quickly going into a battle stance, as did Rai. Vivi, being the timid mage he was, turned and ran clumsily behind the Struggle board.

"I dunno," Seifer growled. "But they've already crossed the line! Find a weapon!"

Looking around, Roxas noticed the Struggle club lying on the ground. He picked it up, getting into his own battle stance. Again, he was struck by how natural it felt holding a weapon like this. Almost like Sora with the Keyblade…

He didn't have much time to reminisce about his dream, however, because suddenly one of the white creatures came toward him in a fluid charge. As though that were a signal, the other three immediately split up as well to take on the others.

Roxas leaped backward to avoid the enemy's strike, and dodged past its slithering attacks to hit it with the club. But, like before, the weapon just went right through it, and Roxas was knocked backward.

"Not good…" he muttered as he got to his feet.

The others were standing back to back as the other white things circled around them. Then, time seemed to freeze again, but for the white things that continued to move as though watching their prey.

"Roxas!" came a sudden voice. "Use the Keyblade!"

Roxas looked up and saw the girl from before, leaning on the rails of the roof of one of the buildings. "Look out!" she suddenly called.

He whipped around and, with a burst of panic, saw one of the strange enemies gliding corkscrew-like toward him. Quickly, he did the first thing that came to mind: throwing his arms up in front of his face in self-defense.

A flash of white assailed him from behind his arms, and to his confusion the sound of the wind whispering reached him as well. Roxas lowered his arms slowly and gasped at his new location.

He was standing on what seemed to be a platform of stained glass. Looking around, he saw a certain boy with spiky brown hair sitting with his eyes closed and holding the Keyblade. Roxas' eyes widened as he realized who it was.

Sora?

Surrounding Sora, with blue sections of stained glass, were pictures of Donald, Goofy, Riku, and the cinnamon-haired girl. Upon walking around to further see the entire picture, Roxas saw that as a backdrop of the pictures, there was a shot of a serene beach and an ocean horizon.

With a sudden metallic murmur, something seemed to materialize in front of him. Three things, to be precise: a blue-hilted sword; a green staff with three rounded, blue spheres on the top of it; and a red-and-black shield with the same rounded circles as its design.

Feeling inwardly desperate at the fact that there was no exit from this place, Roxas stared at all the weapons in front of him. He walked forward slowly and found himself instinctively pulled toward the sword. Yes, offense had always been one of his worst points; perhaps the short blade would make it better. Roxas couldn't explain it, but he somehow knew that the sword would provide him with more attack power.

Tentatively he reached up to grasp the hilt. It felt heavy and awkward in his hand, but at the same time he could feel some sort of power flowing up into him. Yes…This would be the one.

The staff and the shield disappeared, and the sword in his hand materialized to be replaced by the silver Keyblade. Hm. Roxas lowered it to get a better look.

Suddenly he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He whipped around and saw more of the strange white enemies slinking up to surround him. His senses considerably sharpened from the danger, he dropped into his battle stance, with the Keyblade wielded to his right side.

Dodging around his enemies' strikes, Roxas lashed out hard with the Keyblade. It sliced through two of the white things, dissolving them in a wisp of light, but while he was preoccupied one of the others slipped behind him and struck him from behind. With a cry of pain Roxas turned and, dodging its next attack, hit it hard with his weapon. It dissolved as well, and the last one, though it landed a couple of blows on him, fell eventually to his attacks.

Breathing somewhat hard, Roxas relaxed and looked around. He saw something that looked like a treasure chest appear in a beam of light at the edge of the platform. At first he wasn't sure how he was going to get it open, but then he noticed the Keyhole on the front of it. I wonder…

He stepped up and extended the Keyblade toward the chest. The chest reacted to it immediately, popping open at once. Roxas looked inside and picked up what looked like a Potion. At last, some healing items, he chuckled to himself. Maybe now I'll fight without fear of dying to multiple enemies. The thought gave him some comfort.

The comfort was eclipsed by sudden fascination as he turned to see a door, strange designs looping around the frame, coalesce in front of him in an identical beam of light.

Be careful, came a soft voice. Roxas started and looked around, but eerily, there was no one there. The voice continued, and Roxas could feel his spine prickle nervously. Beyond that door lies a completely different world.

The blond boy took a step toward the door, his heart pounding against his ribs. But don't be afraid, the voice said. Don't stop walking…

Swallowing in an attempt to calm himself, he seized the doorknob with one hand and turned it – slowly, as though afraid some sort of monster would fly out and knock him to the ground. But then he sighed and squared his shoulders. Come on, Roxas! You fought all those things and won! What else could happen?

And then he cringed and mentally cursed himself for the unintentional jinxing words.

Nevertheless, he practically yanked the door open, so that his head could fit through it, and he poked his head through to glance around.

He saw another stained-glass platform in front of him, with a couple of winding stained-glass paths leading up from it. Roxas blinked to clear his eyes at the myriad of bright colors in his vision; pushing the door further open with one hand, he stepped through.

Almost immediately after he'd entered a couple of the strange white things appeared, seeming to slide down from above. Roxas groaned inwardly and summoned the Keyblade to fight them off. As they dissolved in a beam of light, the boy wondered if there were going to be more of those annoying things ahead, on the other stained-glass paths.

He noticed a chest like the one he'd opened earlier, and tapping it with the Keyblade took out the Potion inside. Placing it in his pocket, he looked around again and shivered. Not only was the wind buffeting his already-messy hair slightly, but sheer blackness surrounded him on all sides beneath the path. Wouldn't want to fall down there…

Steeling himself, he took a few deep breaths and kept walking. He had to focus; had to find a way out of here. As he walked, he suddenly heard the voice again, and instinctively started at the strange words.

You are doing well, Keybearer. Keep walking through the Station of Calling, and you will find the way home.

Roxas blinked. So, that was what this place was called…

Station of Calling.

The very first boss fight is coming up next chap! I thought I did pretty well on it, but...

Anyway, this was mostly just stuff from the game; however, I felt like spicing it up a little, with Roxas' thoughts and details on the action.