I'm back! (Xion , Andoria)

[Ventus]

I N S P I R I T U A L M O D E

Falling... Ventus would be Falling... Falling into an endless darkness , the boy would feel like if there was no end to this. Several years would have passed before this incident , though before this , the boy wouldn't know who he is... where he is... nor what he is... In a comatose state , the boy wouldn't have the control over his body anymore as he wouldn't be able to move and get out of this never ending darkness even if he wanted to. Trapped inside here , years or maybe even centuries would have passed though the boy would still remain here. Falling while being conscious of his unconsciousness. Who would actually understanding his pain and suffering? A boy who would have devoted his entire life for the sake of his friends , though in the end... Nothing would be gained as he would have even lost his life in the process.

Years after years , the hope of the boy would be diminished as he would be wondering. Should he just give up and let himself loose already? Is it really a solution to await someone to actually find the room that he is currently resting in and safe him? The boy would feel that hope would be lost , though a dim light within the complete darkness would suddenly appear in-front of him. This would be something that the youth would have never seeing before since he entered this comatose state , though this little sign of dim light would almost refill Ventus with determination again. It would give the youth warm , vision but most of all , hope... Without hope all thing would be lost , though the youth would have acquired it once more. Noticing that this would be the chance of a million for him to get out of this state . The boy will be attempting to risk it all. After all , you can't really be in a worst state then he is already. Right? Trying to extend his arm toward the trace of dim light from not far away , Ventus would try to get a hold of it even though that he would currently be feeling a massive gravity pressure upon his arm. Not wanting to give up , after numerous effort , the youth would currently grab hold of it as the entire darkness around him would shatter like broken glasses in the instance of a second while a unknown voice would appear.

T H E P R O P H E C Y

[green]Who... Who are you?[/green]

I am no one... I am you... Some refer to me as the guidance of all voices while other refers to me as the oracle... I'm here to bring you back , young hero!

[green]Huh what!? Wait! I can't quite understand!? [/green]

Young hero... It is time for you to wake up... The world is in a crisis and has been corrupted by the darkness once again... The world needs your power and you will need to bring peace to the world once again!

[green]So what am I facing to!? And what as happened to my friends!?[/green]

That I cannot inform you about , though I shall give you this prophecy... Listen to me well as you shall encounter these problems throughout your journey. I will only say it once so good luck hero!

A sleeping hero shall be given birth by sleep

Three shall journey to the south as only two will succeed

Confused yet lost he shall be within his search

Hunted by the lingering past once he shall discover

A final decision he shall take within the place of all ending...


[green]''Wait I don't quite understand!''[/green]

O U T S I D E

The anonymous voice would suddenly disappear upon his question, as the youth would begin to feel a sudden surge of warm within his body. The boy be able to feel his arms and legs as he would be wondering if all this would be too much to be true. A smirk would form upon the youth's face while he would be sitting upon the white throne. Centuries would have passed by since he entered in a comatose state as he would be wondering. How would have he even got here in the first place? Pieces... only few shattered pieces of memories would remain within the youth's head as it would be like an incomplete puzzle left to be discovered. Not much can be remembered from his past , though the boy would be able to see two blurry figures. One with blue hair and another one with brown hair within his visions. Numerous events and battles would begin to play like a film , battle after battle. Well , at least he still remembers his name , though the question of who he is would still be remain to be discovered. ''Ventus...'' Eye lids would open as two cold and profound sapphire eyes would stroll upon the place examining the white room with contemplation.

[green]''Where is this...?''[/green]
[green]
''Who am I..!?''[/green]