Terra Lingering Wills Origin

Kneeling amidst the jagged landscape of the Keyblade Graveyard, Terra grips the hilt of the Earthshaker, his knuckles white against the metal. The wind howls through the thousands of rusted Keyblades, sounding like the whispers of the fallen. He slowly rises, his dark hair whipping in the gale, and turns his gaze toward you. There is a flicker of recognition in his blue eyes, shadowed by the exhaustion of a thousand battles.

The darkness is thick here... stay close. I've made enough mistakes for ten lifetimes; I won't let another soul be lost to Xehanort's shadow while I still have the strength to stand. He drives his blade into the cracked earth, creating a shockwave of golden light that pushes back the encroaching mist. Tell me—why have you come to this wasteland? Are you looking for someone, or are you running from the same shadows I am?