From the moment he closed his eyes Yumei felt his chest sink in. It was not like a stinging pain but a slight pinch in his heart. All emotions of fear, anxiety, anger, indifference and happiness were all replaced with simple content. The warm rays of the distant sun disappeared, leaving nothing but a cold and hollow world around hims surrounded by nothing but immediate darkness. Sitting up, he could feel nothing. It was as if his bottom was seated on a marble floor that was clean down to the square inch. His body grew heavier, and soon the floor would give way; shattered like thin glass. The act of falling was not overcome with misgiving. Acceptance rather. The fall was slow, much resembling sinking further and further in a body of water. The boy clutched his chest.
Warrior of the Light...
The voice was not audible and it rang through his head as a fire alarm would. But it was not as chilling or alarming, it felt...comfortable; inviting. Breaking the fall would be easy as Yumei's body tilted on cue landing on another dark and desolate surface. A very meager ray of light shined signifying just a slight marker of hope. "Hm," His half-witted eyes looked down as the darkness tore away at his feet like a flock of birds rushing out of sight. The platform was simple. Yellow in color, with a door in the middle surrounded by three familiar faces. Yumei's own in the top center while the profile of a blue-eyed brunette rested on the right and on the left, a black haired boy. The others seemed extremely familiar yet he could not quite place his finger on it.
Out of thin air, a pedestal appeared gracing its presence with a holy light. Yumei stared on as the pedestal came into figure. Following after it, a sword balanced on the air being held up by its own subtle nature. Anyone else in this situation would definitely be bothered to some extent. Asking questions pertaining to their whereabouts and the source of the voice. Yet Yumei did none of that. Every keyblader had to go through a trial of the sort. Knowing that the keyblade would not choose anyone who did not pass this specific series of events was definitely an edge forward. After a few steps, his hand reached out cautiously placing a lone finger on the grip of the airborne blade. Firm and smooth. The rest of the hand possessed the weapon and in a cinch, it disappeared in a burst of stardust evaporating into the darkness above.
Forward. Your path has been chosen.
A winding staircase came into formation behind him. It's multicolored platform made it quite easy to follow up to the next station. Whatever was beyond this point he had to be prepared for. Whether it be for his own sake or for the sake of others there was no turning back at this point. A mental sigh slipped through his mind and as each stair was ascended Yumei's heart beat that much faster. His overwrought emotions were coming back to him. Almost to the point where he had to hold himself back from running up the rest of the stairs. Upon reaching the summit he was stopped in his tracks.
Do not be afraid. Place your best foot forward and approach.
A dormant set of armor. A matte navy color outlined in yellow, cyan and crimson. And beside the standing armor, a keyblade stood as well. A washed look of fright and curiosity came over Yumei as another step was taken. And another. Hesitantly, the bewildered child came close to the vicinity of the armor. The armor's right hand budged just a bit, but it was noticeable enough to freeze Yumei in his tracks. The light illuminating from the ground was ever so bright as the armor reached for its helmet.
"Do you know, Rena?"
It spoke? Now that was down right creepy. Nothing out of any movie could have been scripted better. It took a few seconds to answer the question only because the boy was overcome with such confusion. "N-No. I mean...I've heard of her." His eyes eyes traced down looking away as if his answer did not suffice. "Why?" He continued as a follow up. Half of him wanted to know the question while the other half regretted answering the question in the first place. As if an armored character would take up enough time to answer him.
He dodged the question altogether and tossed aside his helmet, revealing a blue-eyed blond. Despite the fact that those sapphire pools looking ever so empty, they were filled with promise. He pointed at Yumei's chest. "I can see your heart," a smile appeared. "I don't think you're here on accident. So lets see what you're made of, okay?"
A shaking hand reached out and through pure will light formed within his palm circulating and becoming greater with each passing moment. Unaided gusts of wind surrounded the platform rustling up Yumei's hair and clothing. A loud *click* resounded in the area and echoed into the darkness surrounding to two. In that instance, a keyblade formed, unlocking the true essence of his heart. It was a beautiful blade to say the least illuminating in midst of nothingness. Yumei's eyes gave away his emotions being shocked and in awe.
The armored clad reached down for his own weapon of choice. A reverse grip. A sideways swipe ensued, barely grazing Yumei at all yet knocking his concentration out of whack and backward a few feet. Immediately recovering was easy as a well placed hand on the cold surface maneuvered his body into a flip onto his feet. Sure he was new to fighting but maybe this bout would be a prerequisite as to what he would have to rally up against in the future. Yumei welcomed it.
Several minutes passed an Yumei was out of breath down to one knee and using his keyblade as a crutch to support himself. His head tilted downward and upon his ruby eyes looking upward his foe was gone. And in his wake a door. Much like the one that was plastered on the ground of the first platform. Instead this one was immaculate. Glowing a radiant shine as if there was nowhere else to go. Yumei picked himself up and walked over to the door as if his body were just rolled down a hill. Heck, he just fought a keyblade master. What else did he have to do?
Be prepared. Your life will never be the same.
"Note taken," The door opened slowly and the other side prided itself on just how much light it could give off. Yumei shielded his eyes with his forearm and progressed forward. What would be on the other side? A way back home? Or to some distant world miles and miles away from his own? There was no telling and darn sure no way to figure that out in the realm that he resided. On the other side, an inclination to turn back ensued. And there he was, the blond from before placing his metallic helmet back onto his head.
"Make sure she's okay...Please,"