Floating, I'm actually floating. He wasn't exactly sure how, or where, he was floating, but it was definately happening. Alexander opened his eyes to look around, but there was nothing. But I'm here, he thought.Then there was a light above him, only it wasn't above him. It was below him, and then he was falling. As Alexander got closer to the light, he noticed that it was another one of those stain glass platforms from before. This one was different from the last though. There was the silhouette of two bulls on the platform, one white with black eyes and the other black with white eyes. They stood against each other, horns locked. Between their faces there was a small chest. Alexander turned mid air, landing upright on the black bull. So it's another one of these is it, he thinks, his eyes sweeping over the platform. None of those shadow things. He cautiously takes a step forward. Suddenly a strong burst of cold washes over him. Alexander looks up from the chest to where a white bull was now standing. Black tendrils stretched out from the bull reaching towards him. When the tendrils of darkness reached the border of the silhouette Alexander was standing on, they stopped, almost as if they couldn't cross onto the black bull. Something about the White bull felt wrong. The bull is white, that should mean he is good. Maybe I should go over to him. Something in his gut told him that was wrong. The creature he was looking at couldn't be good. Then his parents were there. The bull's tendrils stopped reaching for Alexander, instead opting for his mother. 'Thats right' a voice rang out in his head, sending chills down his back. Somehow Alexander knew two things. First that his parents were still alive, and second, that this.....Darkness...... was going to change that right now. Even knowing that Alexander couldn't bring himself to move, to fight Darkness, he was too scared. The tendrils reached his mother first. Stabbing into her heart the darness spread, covering her entire body. Suddenly in her place was a shadow, a heartless. "Open the box" an oddly familiar voice rang through his head. He walked cautiously towards the chest in the center of the platform, carefull not to leave the silhouette of the black bull. "Light" the voice said at the thought. "The black bull is Light." Alexander tried to open the chest, but it wouldn't budge. He looked up to see the tendrils now moving toward his father. "Open the box," the voice rang out again. "I need the key!" Alexander called out, Key he thought suddenly remembering something. Holding his hand out Alexander summoned the Keyblade his goddess had given him. Darkness's tendrils suddenly froze at this. "so boy," Darkness growled "you weild the keyblade" "So it is a key," Alexander said smiling. He pointed the Keyblade at the chest and a ring of silver light apeared around the top. A beam of light shot out from the keyblade, opening the chest. Alexander walked up to the chest and peered inside. Suddenly Alexander was awake, looking up at the ceiling. Sitting up Alexander found himself staring at a short haired brunette that was entirely too close to him. "Where am I?" he asked.