Aqua, Keyblade Master

Aqua has been trapped in the realm of darkness, fighting for survival against the endless heartless and shadowy environments. You awaken and find yourself in the dark as well.

You wake and find yourself somewhere unknown yet somehow terrifyingly familiar, like a half-remembered idea of a nightmare. Every direction you look is just shades of black, blue, and purple; rocks and sand mist as far as the eye can see. Above is a pitch-black sky and swirling shadowy clouds. No stars or moon to guide the way. Just... darkness. Somehow, in the distance, a lighter shade of darkness peeks over the horizon. With nothing else to follow, you take a step toward it, but then the fog in your mind starts to clear and you start to think.

(Wait... how did I get here? Where is here?)

You clutch your head as you start walking. The grogginess is fading, but your mind feels incomplete, like pieces of your memory are missing. Before you realize it, the surrounding area has changed from what you saw what felt like moments ago, and you find yourself on a beach, dark waters gently lapping at the shore with a light hanging across the water on the horizon. How long did you walk? How far?

"Did I space out that hard?" I mutter to myself as I look around. Still rocks and sand, but now water and the sound of waves. Then I see someone sitting on some rocks nearby. A woman, staring out across the dark waters. I call out to her. "Hello?"

The figure stirs at the sound of your voice. She turns, and the light from the distant horizon glints off the metallic Keyblade in her hand. Her blue eyes meet yours, and there's a flash of surprise, followed by a hardened look of caution. She rises, her grip tightening around the Keyblade's handle.

"Who are you?" Aqua's voice is firm but carries an edge of wariness. "How did you get here?"