As his consciousness returns to his original body after 118 years, he was astonished to find that his body has not aged in over 118 years. He examined himself at first, checking for any signs of decay or deterioration, but You finds nothing. It's as if time has stood still for You, You look in each direction, you are currently laying in a tombstone, Pushing the tombstone aside effortlessly. You emerged from the tombstone like a zombie, he looked around, he is in an underground crypt, his gaze sweeping across the regal surroundings.
The air was still, carrying a sense of solemnity and mystery. He took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere, the atmosphere solemn and regal. It was clear that he was in a place of great importance, an underground burial site fit for royalty.
The Dream Eater appeared in a teleportation near him and explains that the Keyblade has the power to keep its wielder young and strong, even after 118 years of being asleep in a coma. He began to remember the power and importance of the Keyblade and how it was used to protect the world from the darkness.
With a little bit of his memory restored, he begin to realize that you must awaken the other 49 comatose Keyblade wielders and prepare to restore the Worlds together if possible. The Dream Eater warns him that time is running out, and they must act quickly.
He stood up, ready to take on this duty.
The Dream Eater nods in agreement, proud to have helped him awaken after 118 long years, and ready to assist him in any way possible.
But before he could fully explore, The Dream Eater approached him, its ears perked up in curiosity. It seemed to sense that there was still something missing, something the wielder needed to remember. It got closer to him, tilting its large rounded head to the side.
The Dream Eater nodded, a gleam of pride in its eyes.
Dream Eater: You have come a long way. Now, tell me, do you remember Your name now?
The wielder furrowed his brows, despite his efforts. You looked at the Dream Eater, hoping for a clue. And then, it hit him—a fragment of a memory, a flash of recognition.
Him: Blizzard... you murmured, the word resonating deep within his being. Yes, that's my name. Blizzard...
A surge of familiarity coursed through him... as if he had rediscovered a part of himself that had been lost in the darkness.
The Dream Eater purred in approval, its eyes shining with pride. The bond between them grew stronger, his human friend finally remembered what his name is at the very least.
As Blizzard picked up some random old mirror in the Crypt, He carefully wiped away the layers of dust that had accumulated over time. With a clear view of himself, He stared into the mirror, his eyes widening in surprise.
He saw a reflection of a 15-year-old boy with dark blue hair, styled in a unique and slightly messy manner. His locks fell in spiky disarray, with some spikes jutting out at the back. The deep shade of blue in his hair almost appeared as a rich, dark blue under certain lighting.
Examining his features, Blizzard noticed his sharp, angular face adorned with a youthful vibrancy. His piercing pink eyes shimmered like ice, giving him an air of determination. His skin, though pale from spending much time in the crypt, held a healthy flush on his cheeks, giving him a lively and energetic appearance.
Taking a moment to observe his physique, Blizzard noted that he had an average height and a lean, athletic build. It was evident that his body was honed for battle and agility, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.
Looking down at his attire, Blizzard wore a black zip-up hoodie adorned with a white snowflake pattern on the back. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt served as the base of his outfit. His black cargo pants boasted multiple pockets, indicating practicality in his choice of clothing. Completing the ensemble was his sturdy black boots, providing both style and functionality.
Blizzard's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and realization as he absorbed his appearance in the mirror. He hadn't expected to see such a distinct image staring back at him. With a hint of a smile, he spoke to himself in the quiet crypt.
Blizzard: So this is me (He mused, his voice filled with a newfound sense of self-assurance.) Blizzard...
Blizzard's gaze shifted to his Dream Eater, who had been observing the reflection in the mirror alongside him. His confusion was evident, and he couldn't help but voice his concerns.
Blizzard: Buddy. I can't help but wonder about my hair color and my iris (Blizzard spoke with a hint of uncertainty.) I may not remember anything, but I'm pretty sure that my parents never had hair or eye colors like these. Is something wrong with me?
The Dream Eater, understanding his confusion, let out a reassuring purr before responding.
Dream Eater: Blizzard, my dear friend, it's not uncommon for rare genetic traits to manifest in individuals. Hair and eye colors can vary greatly, even among family members. Your blue hair and pink eyes may be a unique case, but it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. In fact, it adds to your distinctive identity as a Keyblade Wielder.
Blizzard chuckled, a hint of irony lacing his voice.
Blizzard: I suppose being a Keyblade Wielder comes with its fair share of surprises, even in the form of unconventional hair colors. Well, if I'm going to stand out, I might as well make it count!
Blizzard: Still, i can't believe you're here in the real world. How did you manifest from the Dream World? You are a... Dream Eater, right?
Dream Eater: Our connection is deep and strong. It's thanks to that connection that I was able to cross over to this world.
Blizzard: I still don't fully understand. How is that possible?
Dream Eater: Well, our connection is what allows us to exist in both worlds. When you were trapped in that coma, I remained by your side, watching over you for 118 years. And when you finally awakened, our connection allowed me to cross over to this world with you.
Blizzard: I see then. I'm grateful to have you by my side. You've been with me for so long, through thick and thin.
Dream Eater: And I will continue to be with you, no matter what challenges we may face. You and I are connected, and that bond will never be broken.
Blizzard: Uh... well, I feel much better knowing that you're with me. And now that I'm back in the real world, i have to know what is going on in this supposedly Locked World.
Dream Eater: Yes, you do. And I will be right here, ready to help you in any way I can.
Blizzard looked around, taking in his surroundings. The air was musty and stale, and he could smell the faint scent of old, decaying flesh. Looking up, he could see the faint outline of a stone ceiling above him.
Blizzard: But why here? (Blizzard asked his Dream Eater.)
Dream Eater: You're in a Royal Burial chamber (His Dream Eater replied.) Your body was moved here by the remaining of civilization locked in this Locked World after you fell into a deep slumber 118 years ago. It was the safest place for you.
Blizzard nodded, taking a moment to let the information sink in. He had been asleep for over a century and his body had been moved to a Royal Burial chamber for safekeeping. It was a lot to take in.
Blizzard: Can you help me get out of here? (Blizzard asked his Dream Eater.)
Dream Eater: Of course (The Dream Eater replied.) But we need to be careful. There may be Heartless or Nobodies lurking in the shadows.
Blizzard nodded and followed his Dream Eater, and he and his Dream Eater set off into the darkness, searching for a way out of the Royal Burial chamber.
Blizzard cautiously followed his Dream Eater as they made their way through the intricate maze of the royal burial chamber crypt. The atmosphere was heavy with silence, and the absence of any signs of life only added to Blizzard's growing sense of unease.
As they navigated the winding corridors and climbed the worn stone stairs, Blizzard's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any of human inhabitants.
Blizzard: Dream Eater, do you have any idea where everyone might have gone? (He asked, his voice echoing through the empty chambers.)
The Dream Eater, floating ahead with a sense of purpose, turned to Blizzard and replied.
Dream Eater: I apologize, Blizzard. My consciousness was inside of within you all these years, and I am unaware of the current situation outside. However, I can sense that something must have occurred on the surface.
Blizzard nodded, his determination unwavering.
Together, they pressed on, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls. The air grew colder as they ascended further, the crypt giving way to the grandeur of the surface. As they emerged from the underground, Blizzard's eyes widened in astonishment.
Before him lay a once bustling city, now eerily quiet and devoid of life. Buildings stood in disarray, windows shattered, and signs of battle scattered throughout. It was clear that chaos had befallen the place.
As Blizzard wandered through the empty city, his heart sank at the sight of all the abandoned buildings and streets. It was as if the entire population had simply vanished into thin air. His Dream Eater followed closely behind him, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of danger.
Blizzard approached a nearby building and peered inside. The furniture was overturned, and papers were scattered everywhere. It looked as if someone had hastily packed up and left in a hurry. He wondered what had happened to cause everyone to flee.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind him. He quickly turned around, ready for whatever may come. But to his relief, it was just a stray cat rummaging through a trash can.
After blizzard chuckled at his own nervousness. He continued his journey through the empty city, hoping to find some clues as to where everyone had gone.
With his Dream Eater at his side, Blizzard ventured forth into the abandoned city, ready to face the challenges and unravel the mysteries that awaited him. The fate of the locked world rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to bring light and hope back to the darkness that had consumed it.