Roy looked at the shorter girl in front of him. "Do you have any idea what those things were? They seemed to be after you...." Something in his gut told him that this girl was special, and he had to do whatever it took to protect her. *Princess... she is the one you are destined to protect...protect her with your heart and all will go well.* "What?! Who's there!?" The Colonel shouts at the darkness of the shadows, snapping to life a flame to his hands. He looked around at the shadows to see whom could have been talking to him. Only the problem was... he found no one. *( That's strange... I could have sworn I heard someone talk to me)* The voice once again rang in his head, *Protect her Roy, she is the one who will open the door to Kingdom Hearts* Whispering but urgent, the voice kept on telling the flame specialist that he must protect the girl in front of him. *( Why? I have no obligations to her, I don't even know her!)* And so the colonel kept on asking the voice in that kept calling, but no answer rang, his mind echoed as his questions traveled through the endless abyss of his thoughts.
"Heartless?" Kisa asked in confusion. "Why would they want me? What have they to gain if they capture me?" the shinobi was so confused, what was going on here? Why do those "heartless" want her? So many questions swarmed in her head. *Do not worry princess, your protector will not let you come to harm, you must keep going princess, open the door, Open The Door to Kingdom Hearts, OPEN THE DOOR TO ETERNITY* that voice again, that heavenly voice, this time though it was louder, almost a painful. Kisa covered her ears. "Stop it," she cried "Stop yelling! I don't want to be a part of this." But the voice only grew louder, and kept repeating the words that were pounding in her head. Darkness, hatred, pain, blood, oblivion, darkness, hatred pain blood oblivion, and so it kept on chanting the words getting louder and louder until it was almost deafening her. "Stop yelling at me please!" She cried to the voice, dropping to her knees. The wounds that she had previously gotten from the heartless started opening up again, the crimson of her blood, staining her clothes and the floor. And yet the yelling refused to cease.
