Light, Darkness, it’s kind of a no brainer when it comes to choosing which the right path is.  But some have no choice; I am aware that every day, there are millions of innocent souls who are ripped from their hearts, turning their souls to Heartless, and their bodies to Nobodies.  My father, Ansem, married my mother young and had me, but his obsession with researching the heart ended up breaking her own and killing her.  In result, I was dumped with my father and his apprentice, I was well respected by my father, he loved me and I understood his work was important, but his apprentice, Xehanort, had other plans for me.  After finding him do some strange experiment with the darkness, he needed a guinea pig for the idea of a temporary or controlled way of creating a heartless.  He grabbed me in the night, and I was swallowed by the darkness.

All I knew was darkness, nothing else, not my memories, not my own body, not even my own name.  Then I felt a bright light, and I was pulled toward it.  I opened my eyes to see my father; at least, I thought he was.  I knew I recognized him with the name of father, but I wasn’t too sure.  I looked over to his apprentice, the look on his face gave me a chill and I tried to get away but found myself tied to a hospital bed.  I called to the man named father, who looked at me with remorseful eyes as he stroked my face, then shouted at the other man.  I saw a mirror on the far side of the room, and saw my reflection.  My hair was dyed black, I forgot what color it was originally, but I knew it wasn’t that color before.  My eyes were yellow, with no pupils in them.  My left arm, wasn’t an arm, it was a three fingered black claw.  And I had a tattoo on my chest of a Heartless sign; I definitely didn’t have that before.

I called to the man named father again, but suddenly, the ground began to shake and the two ran out of the room.  I felt the ground split under the bed I was tied to, and I felt the world split apart and disappear.

I woke up in a strange town with strange buildings, lights, and colors.  I groggily stood up, I didn’t feel too achy, I must’ve been alright.  I glanced down to find my clothes were restored; they were torn up when I was in the room.  I had a blue button down shirt with a different shade of blue flames imprinted on it, a leather collar with a bit of chain hanging off it, and black jeans with the same blue flames on the cuffs.  I had black sneakers and a strange sword on a belt hanging around my waist.  I didn’t know why I was there, or how I came there either, but I was to find a way.  I wanted to remember the memories lost, find the man called father, maybe even fix my appearance, I didn’t know.  I looked around, not much of a town, but it was a start.  I straightened my shirt, and walked foreword, standing tall and with pride.  I suddenly stopped, what if someone asked for my name, how could I answer them?  I felt the chain on my neck jingle against something; I looked down to see a dog tag hanging off the collar.

Rin

I smirked, the first thing that sounded so familiar.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Look out world, here comes Rin.