Caius ran through the streets of his town, breathing heavily as he did. He had already helped a good twenty people get to safety and was looking for more. Other than the claw marks on his chest, he had received several other wounds along the way. Each of which was bleeding and painful. Nothing he had found so far had been able to wound these strange black creatures. His fists and feet, sticks, broom handles, rocks, his pocket knife, nothing. He was having no luck in finding a way to beat them, but that didn't mean he was going to give up. There were still people to save somewhere. Another scream came from his left so he instantly turned down the pathway in that direction. Throwing himself at the black creature that was attacking another one of the people who lived here. Just like he had done several times already. As soon as the black creature was stunned, he grabbed hold of the person and ran.
He guided them to the shelter that had been set off and barely stopped for a moment before taking off again. Going in a direction he hadn't before. Only after he was out of sight of the people he had rescued did he collapse against a building and allow himself a moment to breath. With the sudden lack of motion, he actually got a moment to think. A moment to feel the fear, he couldn't beat these things. All he could do was delay the inevitable. He shook his head, refusing to let himself get discouraged. After climbing to his feet again, Caius continued on his way. Only to pause again he rounded another corner. He saw something incredible. A boy about his age with white hair, holding some sort of sword, and he had just slayed one of the black creatures. "You can kill them? How?" He said breathlessly demanding the other boy to spill his secrets.
He stepped closer to examine the weapon, but then froze, simply staring at it. He knew what it was called. He didn't know how, but he did. "Keyblade..." he said softly to himself, not even realizing he had done so. Then there was a flash of white light and Caius felt something in his right hand. He looked down to see a strange weapon, it too was a Keyblade. It was black with a white chain pattern down the blade, there was key chain on the end of a black crown. It just felt right in his hand, just the shield from his dream had. And once again a voice sounded in his mind. "You have chosen the power of the guardian. Use it well to protect your allies." It was the same voice from his dream.
Now he was scared. And tired. And in pain. But he wasn't going to show it in front of this stranger. Instead he pointed the weapon, the Keyblade, at the boy. He train of thought being that the kid had brought the black creatures with him. The timing was too perfect for it to be any other way. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He demanded once again. He definitely looked a lot tougher than he felt at the moment.