Crashing sounds, pained groans, and the sound of metal hitting the ground multiple times, this could have been heard by anybody who was in the near, as suddenly out of nowhere a man in an armor and a strange vehicle appeared and crashed against a tree that broke by the impact.

The vehicle transformed into a key like object, the hilt was a wing in the shape of a bird, with a blue heart on the tip of the wing pointing to the side, the handle protection was a golden ring on a keychain on the big key that formed like two hands holding something, but the object was too small to be recognized.

The man in the armor took his helmet off and a man in his 50s was revealed. He had raven hair and brown eyes; he was shaking his head after this impact "I am not so used in this sort of traveling anymore…"

Then he heard footsteps and looked up. In front of him was a boy with dark blond hair and green eyes, but the clothes were torn and old looking. The older man guessed that the boy wasn't much older than 7 or 8 years old. He holds out the key like object and told the elder "You seem to have lost that!"

"Thank you! But I would have picked it up on my own!" smiles the elder and took the big key, then he seems to realize something and looked at the boy. Even thought being in such a young age, the boy seems to have a serious gaze and was able to hold the key.

Kneeling to the boy the elder asked "Do you know what it is?" and as the boy shock his head explained the elder "This is called a Keyblade! Only those who are worthy of it can have a hold on it. Since you was able to give it back to me it seems the Keyblade have chosen you to carry one of them"

The boy tilted his head "Would it look like yours?"

With a shaking head explained the man in the armor "No! Like the people each Keyblade is different! Yours will properly look completely different then mine! But I don't know when you will be able to hold your own… it depends on the people when they are ready to do so."

"Will you take me with you since I can hold it?" asked the boy "because I can't leave my mother. Father disappeared some months ago and I am the only thing that my mother has left!"

The man looked at the boy and thought about something else he noticed. While this young human was able to hold his Keyblade, he noticed the strong darkness inside his heart. It fascinates him to see a boy with such a gentle heart with so much darkness.

After all the most common believe is that darkness is evil and light is good. But the older man's opinion was that here are only tendencies but now straight rule with what light and darkness is associated. Light can be used for evil as well darkness can be used for light. It would be wise to train this boy ahead of the regular schedule of training an apprentice to help him to get a hold of his own darkness.

Shaking his head he explained "I won't take you! But we need you to learn how to hold the special gifts you are holding in your heart. For that I think I settle down here until your mother wouldn't be hurt when you are leaving. Ok?"

The boy nodded and asked "Who are you?"

"My name is Ynsedi. Master Ynsedi" told the Keyblade master and asked "And your name is?"

"I am Kuran. Kuran Yamo!" declared the boy.

Maser Ynsedi nods and suddenly his armor disappeared and he wears now a pair of black pants with armored shoes. He wore a blue shirt with a white mantle and a pendant with a symbol that Kuran never saw before.

Smiling to Kuran told Ynsedi "Let us go to your mother and talk to her."

With a nod lead Kuran the older man to his mother.

In the following time settled Ynsedi down in this world, which name was Night Plains since here is a never-ending night.

Each day after clearing his duties by his mother, moved Kuran over to Ynsedi for training. From the Keyblade master he learned a lot and got a small grasp on his darkness. However at times the old man got on his nerves when he explained the one hundred times that the boy has to watch his feelings or he would be consumed by the darkness. It frustrated him more that the Keyblade his master promised didn't show up.

But in the age of ten his misery started…

First of all his mother went sick all of the sudden. Ynsedi did his best to save Kuran's mother but she passed on. For the young boy it was a terrible fate and the funeral lonely… of all people who were by the funeral, only Ynsedi was here as a friend and of course the son of the passed on woman. All the others are only here to show a sort of respect for the death.

Ynsedi and Kuran moved deeper into a forest that exist in the near of his home village. As Kuran asked once why they aren't moving to the place where Ynsedi originates the old man explained "The place isn't any more safely. Until we reached a certain point of your training we can think about moving there and solve the mystery that destroyed this wonderful place."

Kuran accepted it and was more than ever in his training.

Time passed and Kuran got more trained with his wooden Keyblade that were made for exercise reason until he could finally call upon his own Keyblade. He just managed to get a hit on his master's body and they stood panting on opposite sides and the old man smiles "I am really not anymore in form!"

"But you are still giving me a good challenge!" pants Kuran but suddenly lifted his head as he heard a rustling in the bushses. Ynsadi heard that too and turned around.

For a moment nothing happened to came… then Ynsadi turned around and shrugged "I guess it was just a wild ani-"

He was cut off as something jumped out and hit the master into the back. Kuran was shocked by this sudden even that he was frozen. Ynsadi turned around and looked at his attacker.

It was something in an armor that reminds on the mix of a wolf and lion. While having the head of a wolf it shows the mane of a lion and the body it was at least two times bigger than Master Ynsadi. While the face was black like night the mane shines in a bright white and the armor was golden with designs of the sun. It lifted its sword, it was so long like Kuran with his arms stretched out into the air and called "Dead of the Keybearers!"

Kuran rushed forward with a cry and tried to hit the creature with his wooden Keyblade but the creature kicked him with one of the armored legs and send him flying on the next tree. Groaning with pain looked Kuran up and watched in horror as this creature kicked away the Keyblade his master called away and stepped his master into the heart. The old man grabbed on the blade that stepped him before his arms got weak and the life left him.

With all his strength tried Kuran to stand up but his body failed and everything went dark for him. The last thing he heard was "His heart has too much darkness for having a Keyblade!"

Times later woke Kuran up and groans loudly. He forced himself into a sitting position and leans on the tree he hit previously. Looking at the body of his master, he began to cry "Master… I wasn't strong enough…"

He didn't know how long he was out or how long he was crying until he calmed down and stand up. Giving the last honor he buried the body and set a sign and wrote on it "Here lays Master Ynsaldi! I won't never forget you!"

Kuran looked through the house and collected everything he found to be useful for either using it or selling before taking the Keybalde of his master. He looked at the pendant he got from him. It was the very same the old man wore as they met the first time and was the first present Kuran got from him.

He looked at the weapon of his master and said "This weapon master… will be the one that ends this creatures live!"

Then he began to move forward but stopped and shock his head "No... you told me I shouldn't let too many dark feelings control me…you told me that revenge will only lead to the own destruction. Then I won't hunt this beast for killing you…but for preventing that it will slay other keybearers!"

With that he walked off into the woods. The people of his home village saw him the last time the very day as he appeared and sold several things off and bought a few other things before disappearing forever…