A barren landscape, void of any detectible life; winds kicking up dust every now and then as the element blew across the ground. It was here the boy stood, a child of eleven in appearance holding a weapon that resembled a key as he fidgeted nervously, and anxiety filling him given his current situation.
He was surround by the creature from the darkness; the living shadowed beings.
"Now lad, it's time to lash out. Release the darkness you hold deep in your heart. Gain the power we both know you have sleeping within you. Create for me the key to our destiny" comes the words of a man, old and bald save for a small bit of chin hair. His arms were crossed behind his back, watching to see what the boy would do.
"But master, I can't. There's just to many of them" was the boy's response as another of the shadowed beings rises from a pool of darkness upon the ground.
"Nonsense, you're just letting your fears control you" retorts the man, showing little care in his tone. "Don't shrink back from what we both know must be. Now, release the darkness and find a new power in the release."
"But..." the boy tries to argue, but that time was over as the shadowed beings decide the time for waiting had passed; jumping towards the boy in attack.
His cries are caught upon the wind though none would hear it that cared...
His eyes open at last; the dream having finally ended. The boy, sixteen years of age, sits up in his bed and brings a hand to rest against his right eye and forehead. "That dream again. Just what does it mean?" he ask to no one but himself.
The beam of sunlight filtering in through his window catches his eye and he moves along his bed, propping himself up and opening the window to let the early morning breeze pass into his room. The sun had started to rise and he takes a moment to breath in the fresh air to calm his mind.
'Could it be about my past? The past I can't remember?' wondered the boy mentally as his eyes gazed out over the town he had come to call home.
He wasn't sure, to be honest, and he wondered if he ever really would. And thinking about it in excess wouldn't do him any good either. And so, he did what he always did, he pushed those thoughts from his mind to give room to more positive thinking for the day ahead.
"It looks like today's gonna be another sunny one" says the boy before turning away from the window and hopping out of the bed to go eat and get dressed. He would be meeting up with his friends soon enough to spend another day of hanging out and enjoying their summer vacation.
(one hour later)
"Late as usual, Roxas" comes a boy wearing cameo style baggy jeans and a green colored tank top.
Roxas, who had just entered the gang's back ally hide out, just smiles sheepishly as he rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry about that." He then goes and takes a seat on the old beat up couch they had set up inside.
"Your not late" comes another boy, dark brown hair with a chubby body. "Hayner's just taking a chance to act all cool despite the fact he's usually the one who's late."
"Shut up, Pence" yells Hayner, getting red cheeked from embarrassment. "And I'm never late anyways. You guys are just always super early."
Pence laughs at his friend and says "Sure, sure..."
"You had that dream again, didn't you?" comes the sole girl within the group. Light brown colored hair that was twisted into a braid she had hanging down over her left shoulder. Her concern was evident in her tone.
"Which one did you have this time?" asked Hayner, curious.
Roxas had suffered from several reoccurring dreams ever since he had first came to Twilight Town one years ago. One had been about himself and someone he believed may have been a sibling who was departing for parts unknown. Another had him meeting the old man who would take him on as his student. There was one with him living in a quiet place along with an older boy and girl who he felt a strong bond with. And then there was...
