A/N: My computer swallowed the original, so I had to redo the whole bloody thing. Sorry about that. Everything still applies though.
Disclaimer: I only own the Darkheart Keyblade. So don't go suing me about this story!!
I will beat the odds
A young eighteen year old teenaged boy stood in the middle of a forest clearing. The spiky cinnamon haired teen was clad in a baggy sleeveless blood red jumper that ended at his knees, a white sleeved black tee-shirt jacket, yellow shoes one size too big, and fingerless white gloves. Around his neck on a silver chain was a three pointed silver crown. And a similar chain hung from his right jacket pocket to his right pant pocket.
I can go the distance
In his hands, gleamed a golden handle silver key. And hanging from the key chain was a silver mouse shape head.
I will face the world
Behind him stood his two loyal friends. The white duck mage and the black dog knight. Both gave him a thumbs up. Looming ahead of them was thousands upon thousands of Heartless. Each ready to swallow their light within their hearts.
Fearless, proud and strong
The trio of friends would not back down. Determination and courage shone in their eyes. The teen brought down the Keyblade. And underneath, a light formed a large white heart.
I will please the gods
The light formed a dome, shielding them temporarily from the darkness of the Heartless. But, it would not last for very long.
I can go the distance
The three friends exchanged smiles. This would be the ultimate battle. Good verus evil. It was time to end this war.
Till I find my hero's welcome
The three leapt into the air as the mighty battle began.
Right where I belong
A raven haired teenager with bright yellow eyes and tiny fangs, sighed dreamily as he gazed at the twinkling stars of the midnight blue skies that hung over his village.
I have often dreamed
He dreamt of far away places and new people.
Of a far-off place
He wondered if he would ever find the place where he was meant to be.
Where a great warm welcome
In his mind, he saw himself surrounded by millions of people.
Will be waiting for me
They were cheering him on for his victories.
Where the crowds will cheer
A grin lit up his handsome face as he would listen to the cheers.
When they see my face
And in his heart, he knew the truth.
And a voice keeps saying
This was where he was meant to be.
This is where I'm meant to be
The spiky cinnamon haired teen's blue eyes glowed with an inner light.
I will find my way
He would defeat the Heartless no matter what and go home to those that he loved.
I can go the distance
He knew someday he would go home.
I'll be there someday
If he kept his heart burning strong, nothing could stand in his way.
If I can be strong
He would fight for his friends and for everyone he knew and for his heart...
I know every mile
Eliminating the Heartless would be worth everything in the world.
Will be worth my while
The Keyblade master would go everywhere to face the Heartless.
I would go most anywhere
Just to find a home...
to feel like I belong
The raven haired teenager managed to escape his village and made his long journey.
I am on my way
Along the way, he made true friends. Friends who would stick by his side. No matter what the outcome was.
I can go the distance
They traveled far and met new people and went to exciting places.
I don't care how far
The teenager vowed to be strong for his friends.
Somehow I'll be strong
They would fight their way to the World Championships.
I know every mile
It would be worth the time with all of their adventures.
Will be worth my while
They went everywhere around the world to accomplish their dreams.
I would go most anywhere
To achieve the title of World Beyblade Champion.
to find where I belong
Go The Distance - Disney's "Hercules"
Prologue
BOOM!
A sickening crash echoed in the air as dirt and dust covered the forest clearing. When the dirt and dust settled, what had crashed revealed to be an eighteen year old boy.
Shoulder length dark cinnamon hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, with spiky bangs somewhat shadowing his electric blue eyes. He was clad in a blood red sleeveless baggy jumper that ended at his knees, a white sleeved black tee-shirt jacket, yellow shoes one size too big, and fingerless white gloves. Around his neck on a silver chain was a three pointed silver crown. And there was a similar chain running from his right jacket pocket to his right pant pocket.
His name?
Sora Everheart, a.k.a. the Keyblade master.
Sora sighed and rubbed his arms for warmth. For four long years he had been fighting the dark creatures known as Heartless. Beings born from the darkness within peoples hearts. Right when he was fourteen, the Heartless had destroyed his world (Destiny Islands), took his close friend Kairi, and turned his best friend Riku to them. At least, he was not alone in this war.
Donald Duck and Goofy from Disney Castle fought along side with him.
Donald was the royal mage of Disney Castle. He could cast Fire, Thunder, Blizzard, Aero, Gravity, and Cure without problems. He was usually seen wearing a zipper covered blue shirt, a zipper covered blue cap and gold bracelets around his wrists.
Goofy was the captain of the royal knights. He would attack swiftly with his shields that would range from small to large. He was also very loyal to his friends. He was usually seen wearing a green turtleneck, baggy orange pants, a black leather vest, scruffy brown shoes, and an orange cap with brown goggles around it on his head.
Sora rubbed the area on his chest, where his heart was, after an echo of pain shot through. About a year ago, at a castle known as Hollow Bastion, Sora finally found Kairi, only the girl had lost her heart. Turned out it was within Sora's the whole time.
In order to unlock it, Sora used Riku's dark Keyblade, and thus, became a Heartless. But, somehow, he managed to keep his emotions and Kairi brought him back from the eternal darkness that had threaten to swallow him whole. Only...he still felt a weak connection to the Heartless. Although, it was very weak. It was still burning somewhere deep within his heart.
A black visor flashed over his eyes. Sora scanned his surroundings. He was getting the same icy cold feeling when a Heartless appeared. And sure enough, about forty of the same breed appeared. They had small round black heads, tiny lithe bodies, nasty claws and talons, wiggling antennas and glowing yellow eyes. Those yellow eyes glowed hungrily at him. Sora narrowed his eyes.
Shadow Heartless.
The weakest of them actually.
A Shadow saw that he was distracted, and ripped its claw against his chest. A hot pain shot through Sora's upper body as he hissed and slammed the Keyblade into the said Heartless. It burst into dust and a crystallized heart flew off. He had to get rid of the rest in one blow.
Then he knew.
Trinity Limit.
"POWER!" He yelled, and he was bathed in a serene golden glow. As was the Keyblade. Sora leapt into the air and brought the Keyblade down first. Underneath the Keyblade's tip, golden circles of magical energy began to weave themselves on the ground. Then, a ball of white light began to form over Sora, before growing until it was about the size of a mini van. Finally, it was unleashed in a devastating blast of pure holy energy.
When the light cleared, Sora fell to one knee, breathing heavily. That technique always did drain him. He glanced down to his wound to see a thick black liquid that held a blue sheen to it, flow from the wound.
Heartless blood.
Yuck.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial marked Mega-Elixir and swallowed the contents. Instantly, he felt the wound close up, yet the blood remained. He stood up. Now to find Donald and Goofy. Sora closed his eyes and listened to the whispers of the wind. "...hope Sora's okay...." He opened his eyes and smiled. Defiantly Goofy's voice. Sora started walking in the direction that he heard Goofy's voice and was met with a shock.
Goofy was surrounded on all sides by large black balls with wiggling antennas, glittering yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth.
Darkballs.
"GRAVIGA!" Goofy heard a rich voice yell out. He turned around just in time to see each Darkball get crushed by a rather impressive looking ball of dark energy. Each Darkball burst into dust and Sora stepped out of the shadows. "Thanks Sora." Goofy said happily. Sora gave a slight nod. "Do ya know where Donald is?" Sora pointed east. "He's up ahead by about ten minutes." Sora said quietly, the Scan visor still in effect.
As they walked, Goofy looked at the teenager–no–young man. Gone was the naive boy Goofy knew four years ago. And left in his place, was a battle worn man. Goofy only prayed that the light within Sora was still burning and not gone.
"FIRAGA!" A familiar nasal voice yelled. Sora and Goofy exchanged looks. That was defiantly Donald. They ran forward, just in time to catch Donald dusting some Shadows. The duck mage looked up and smiled when he saw his friends. "You two okay?" He asked in concern. "Yeah." Said Sora.
Sora stopped and tilted his head, a dark coldness seemed to grow within him. The other two noticed this, and grew concerned. "Sora, is everything okay?" Goofy asked worriedly, dark eyes showing his concern.
"It's him." Sora said suddenly.
Goofy and Donald exchanged uneasy looks. This did not sound good to the two of them. And not to Sora either.
"Ansem."
Ansem was the creator of the marked Heartless. They last saw him with long silver hair, tan skin, a lithe athletic body, and cold red orange eyes. He was last seen wearing a closed white vest; which showed off his muscles, black leather pants, knee high black leather boots, a black sleeved white leather jacket, silver elbow length gloves, and the Heartless insignia pulsed on his chest.
Suddenly, Donald and Goofy were blasted back into a set of trees, and slumped to the ground in an unconscious heap. "Donald! Goofy!" Sora screamed.
"Hello, Sora." Purred an evil voice.
Sora froze and slowly turned around to see the man who had haunted his dreams for over a year. The older man smirked at Sora's uneasiness. "What did you do to my friends?" Sora demanded with a hiss. "Do not fret dear boy. It's not them, you should be worrying about..."
Ansem vanished. Sora looked around frantically. When all of a sudden, the man reappeared and lifted Sora up by his throat. "Urk!" Sora grunted out. "...yourself!" Sora's vision started to blur and darken as he realized he was running out of air. "...can't breathe..." He rasped.
"Let him go Ansem!" Roared a familiar voice to both of them. Ansem grunted in pain as something or someone slammed into him, causing him to release his grip on Sora's throat. Sora collapsed, struggling to get air into his burning lungs. Sora looked up through hazy eyes and saw his best friend Riku. "R-Riku?" Sora rasped weakly.
How Riku escaped Ansem's control was beyond anyone's guess. Riku glanced down and his eyes soften but they harden as he glared at the man who dared hurt his friend. "Stay the hell away from him." Riku growled. Ansem smirked.
"Do you honestly think you can protect him from me?" He sneered, walking forward slowly. "You friend is the one that I have been searching for, for years. And nothing," His eyes grew even colder. "And I mean nothing will stop me from destroying the one with the pure heart." He hissed. Riku's eyes widen in horror at what Ansem revealed.
Is Sora's heart really that pure?
"Time to eliminate the obstacles." Ansem muttered. Suddenly, thousands of Shadows surrounded Riku on all sides. Riku gulped. He was in big trouble. He closed his aquamarine eyes. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you Sora, his mind thought as he braced for the impact.
Only it never came.
"Huh?"
Riku opened his eyes and stared in shock. Standing in front of him with a smoking Keyblade, was Sora. His bangs shadowed his eyes, so they couldn't see them. But, Riku began to get a very bad feeling.
Sora brought the Keyblade down to the ground, which erupted with midnight blue energy. The energy ripped through the ground and tore through the Shadows like a hot knife through butter. Ansem was stunned that Sora stopped over a thousand Shadows like they were nothing.
"H-how?" He stuttered.
"Heh, heh." A raspy voice cackled. Sora slowly lifted his head, and even Ansem stepped back. For Sora's eyes were normally a bright electric blue. Instead, they were a different color all together.
Ruby red orbs glared at them.
Sora's hair had darken until it was almost black, his tan skin lighten until it was a deathly pale shade. And even Ultima had changed. What was once blue was black and what was once gold was blood red. And the Ultima key chain was replaced by the Heartless insignia.
"The Darkheart Keyblade." He rasped.
Sora's voice was much lower and darker than before. Almost as if someone else was speaking through him. Riku shivered. What's happened to you, Sora? He wondered, gazing at his changed friend. The possessed Sora eyed Ansem with a smirk. "What's the matter Ansem? Don't recognize what you created?" He purred.
Ansem narrowed his dangerously. "What are you talking about, brat?" He snapped. Sora snorted. "I'm surprised you don't recognize me, the Heartless that you helped create a year ago." Riku froze. This was the darkness that spawned from that terrible day. Judging by the look on the older man's face, Riku realized that he too, had figured it out.
Blood red eyes locked onto terrified aquamarine ones.
Memories flashed through the possessed Keyblade master's mind, and he clutched his head, whimpering in pain. His eyes kept flashing from red to blue and back again. Before they finally settled on blue.
Sora looked up, wincing from his throbbing headache. The Shadows that had been around Riku were gone. What had happened?
"The power that defeated those Shadows...I must have it!" Ansem snarled, holding out his right gloved hand. Dark energy laced with icy blue cackled dangerously at his fingertips. Until a ball about the size of a watermelon had formed. With a grunt, he threw it at an unsuspecting Sora.
"NO!" Riku screamed.
Sora braced for the impact that would take his life. Only to his amazement, it never came. Curious, he opened his eyes to see the dark energy ball frozen about ten feet away. Both Riku and Ansem were frozen in time.
How on earth—
Simple Keymaster, we chose to stop time. Echoed a voice. A voice that was both old and young, male and female. Yet it was neither and it was both at the same time. Sora's eyes narrowed dangerously. It was the same voice who guided him on his journey four years ago.
"Do you have any idea what I've been through these last four years?" He roared. Yes. We knew you'd be the one since the day you were born. Sora blinked. Did they mean about the Keyblade? He voiced this out loud.
Yes, child. From the moment you were born we knew you would carry out the destiny of protecting the light. "What about Kairi?" He said softly.
Child, you and her are not that different. There may be seven princesses of Heart, but there can only be one true prince of Heart. And that is you. "Then I was never from Destiny Islands, was I?" He asked sadly. You are from the true world of the Heartless, I'm afraid. Sora stiffened. "Then, I take it, it no longer exists and that was why I was sent to Destiny Islands." He whispered.
Yes.
Sora was silent, as he digested this all in. It was hard for him to learn he was from another world, when he believed his home was always Destiny Islands.
There is another world in need of your help. You will remain in that world until the time is right. And do not worry. You will still carry the Kingdom Keyblade.
A new world?
Time will be started back up. And good luck Sora. Keep your light burning strong and you will never be taken by the darkness...
Riku could only watch in horror as the dark energy slammed into his best friend. However, smoke billowed everywhere. The silver haired teen coughed heavily on the dust. When it cleared, he gasped at what he saw. A pale silvery light had produced a shield, protecting Sora from Ansem's attack.
Sora's blue eyes were blank, but they showed an inner sadness to Riku as the spiky haired teen slowly flickered away. "Sora!" Riku screamed and fell to his knees as Sora eventually faded away from existence. Ansem scowled. He had wanted that privilege for himself. Riku was left with a still unconscious Donald and Goofy, as well as an enraged Ansem.
Where are you Sora? Riku thought sadly, crying over the loss of his friend.
Where indeed....
Meanwhile...
In a world where people of all races and ages played a game with spinning tops called Beyblade, a destiny was about to begin in a hidden village of China.
"Ha! Looks like I win again, Mariah!" Bragged a five year old boy, as he picked up his completely black beyblade. He had shaggy, thick black hair, tan skin and warm maroon eyes. He wore a grey vest, grey capri pants and tan sandals. His name was Lee, and his grandfather was an elder of the village.
Mariah, also five, picked up her bright pink beyblade. She had thick bright pink hair, tan skin, and friendly chocolate eyes. She wore a sleeveless white tee-shirt, white capri pants outlined in bright pink, and bright pink shoes.
"No fair Lee!" She whined. Lee just grinned at her. Their other two friends, four year old Kevin and six year old Gary laughed. Kevin had short green hair and deep purple eyes. He usually wore a blue tee-shirt, blue shorts and brown boots. Gary had spiky black hair, tan skin, yet no one knew his eye color. He was usually in a pair of dark green jumpers and black boots.
Together, the four were known as the fierce White Tigers. No one could beat them at Beyblade. Gary stopped laughing and looked towards the setting sun. "We should go. It's getting late." He rumbled. The other three realized he was right. Suddenly, Lee froze, his skin becoming an ashy grey as he looked at the darkening skies with wide eyes.
"Lee, what is it?" Mariah asked in alarm.
"THAT!" Lee yelled, pointing frantically to the skies. They looked up sharply and Unknowingly. What they saw, they weren't expecting it.
Shooting from the skies, in a vertical line, were glittering colorful balls of light. And there was something much bigger falling at an alarming rate. The bigger object crashed sickeningly into the ground, and dirt billowed everywhere. Kevin winced. That sound was loud enough to wake the dead.
The four friends ran forward and peered inside.
Lying in an unconscious heap, was a little boy around eight years old with silky black hair framing a sharp angular face. Long dark eyelashes surrounded closed inward eyes. The little boy was wearing a simple white tee-shirt and black shorts, and a pair of thin sandals.
Suddenly, those eyes flew open. And they were looking into eerie, bright yellow eyes. "Hey, let us help you out of there." Lee called. And with the help of Gary, pulled the boy out. The boy watched them silently. "What's your name?" Kevin asked curiously. The boy frowned. "Don't have one." He mumbled, voice was rich and husky at the same time.
"How about we call you Rei?" Mariah suggested. The boy smiled shyly, revealing two tiny fangs. "I like it." He said shyly. "Do you beyblade?" Lee asked, eagerly. The newly christened Rei frowned cutely. "What is beyblade?" He questioned. The four stared at him like he grew another head.
"What?" Rei asked hotly, not liking their looks. "Okay, you need a major lesson in beyblading." Lee announced. Unknowingly to everyone, Rei was being excepted into the village as well as the Beyblade World. It wouldn't be long until the Keyblade master was needed once again.
Back at the End of The World...
"You brat, I'll destroy you since I can't destroy the Keyblade master!" Ansem snarled, about to send out another blast of energy. Riku froze in terror. However...Ansem was blasted into a tree. Riku whirled around to see Donald and Goofy standing upright.
Donald had his staff held out, blue eyes furious. Showing signs it was he who had sent Ansem flying. Goofy glared at Ansem with pure hatred. "Where's Sora?" Donald demanded. Ansem scowled. "If you think I had anything to do with the brat's disappearance, you're wrong. He chose to vanish of his own accord."
With that being said, Ansem disappeared into a vortex of dark energy and was gone. When he left, Goofy turned to Riku. "Riku, where's Sora?" The knight asked shakily. "He's gone...and it's all my fault." The silver haired teen cried.
"Don't say that!" Donald snapped. Riku looked at the mage with wide, red rimmed eyes. "Sora knew for a fact that everything that had happened in the last four years wasn't your fault!" Donald then sighed, tiredly. "In fact, he forgave you a long time ago." Riku was stunned. "B-but why? I did everything to keep him away from Kairi! Even kill him!" Riku protested weakly.
Goofy smiled weakly. "That's Sora for ya. He never gives up on his friends!" Riku tried to smile. "I have to find him and apologize for everything I did." He whispered. "But, we don't know where to look for him." Donald said sadly.
Suddenly, a piece of paper floated down. And Goofy picked it up in curiosity. "What is that, you big palooka?" Donald asked a bit snappish. "I think Sora may be in this world!" The knight said excitedly, showing them a map of a world that would be a few weeks of travel a way. "Then let's go and get Sora back." Riku said, with a determined look in his red rimmed aquamarine eyes. The two nodded.
Hang on Sora...
Well? I hope this revised edition was a bit better.