"Good," as the youths took hold of the keyblades, the light in the glass started to fade away, soon leaving them in darkness where only the glow of the apparition remained. "You will harbor the hearts of fallen heroes, and they will shield you from the darkness as you take up their mantles." He was drifting away from them now, "And soon you will shield others in turn. Always look to the light. Don't let it go!"


He was gone, and his audience returned to their natural sleep. 

~~

Faira awoke in her bed, rising gradually out of a dream full of broken glass and strange keys. Though many details of her night's dreams faded, the scene on the stained glass floor remained vivid, almost as if it had happened to her when she was awake.

She dressed for the day. Something in her was urging her to go out, and she dressed in her sturdiest clothes, as if she were going to go hiking or climbing. She didn't really know what she meant to do today. Maybe she'd try to go find Pink. She supposed that occured to her because hehad been featured in her dream, and that thought brought her mind to Kupori as well. Suppose they run into each other? Best be prepared, she grabbed her favorite whacking stick as she walked out the door. It was a solid oak rod, which had originally been a flag pole. Faira had pulled the flag down in a bit of high spirited vandalism, and had enjoyed using the pole to cause even more trouble. 

It was a strange kind of day, most of the sky was engulfed in thick black clouds, but it didn't smell like rain and not a drop seemed to have fallen.