[b]Chosen[/b] .....it was the word that burned within the man's mind, as he walked the courtyards of the Dojo, aimlessly and without due cause. Chosen, as a wielder of a keyblade. Chosen, as one of Nocturnal's trinity. Chosen, as the one trodden beneath so many of this place...... he put his hands in his pockets, and sighed. He was tired of this, not having much reason to stick around.....save one. he was bound, no matter his current state, to find someone worthy of wielding a keyblade.... [i]Hours later..[/i] Alpha sat on a bench, sighing, he was picking at something on his arm while writing in his journal. However......he wasn't alone, and he almost jumped when he heard a voice behind him. [u]"kid, you got a moment?"[/u] Jared asked, quietly. Alpha obviously didn't trust him, he'd heard the stories, the jokes. "Depends." [u]"Good"[/u] jared held his left hand out, and his personal keyblade, CounterPoint, appeared, looking garish with its purple and gold trimmings "what is that?" [u]"Your future"[/u] ((open))