((Ok, this is my first fanfiction so don't be mean to me, please. I would like reviews though. Criticisms, suggestions, all these types of things are requested. Just don't be overly mean, please))

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. I do, however, own my OC's

Xaven woke up in the forest near his home in Seattle, Washington. He had ran away from his house two days ago. He hated his home, his parents, and his life. He was not exactly a perfect person, but he had gotten into a rich, private school on a scholarship and was hated by most of the people at his school for being smarter than everyone else, even though he tried not to act like it very often.

So, to solve the problem, he had run off. He brought with him as many non-perishable foods as he could fit into his backpack, but he had brought no other supplies with him. He had not even thought to bring a knife with him, even though he brought a few fruits with him that he would need to cut to eat and it would've been useful for hunting.

Xaven threw his backpack over his shoulder determined to get as deep into the forest as possible so nobody would ever find him. As he marched he began to feel... something. He was drawn to something, as if it had a magnetic pull that insisted on pulling him closer. He tried to ignore it and continue as if he felt nothing, but then it pulled harder, and his mind resisted. But, his body did not. He turned about forty-five degrees to his left and followed the pull.

"It's not like I have anything more important to do today," he mumbled to himself.
As he got closer the pull felt stronger, and deeper. It was as if whatever was pulling him in was pulling at something inside of him, not just his mind or body.

Then he happened upon a cave. "I'm in a forest," he thought, "where, did this come from? There are no mountains here."

He walked around the cave, curiosity overpowering the magnetic pull that continued to try drawing him inside the mouth of the cave.

The entire cave was no more than a grouping of stones in the center of the forest; they did appear to be the size of a large hut and about seven feet tall. Xaven could not imagine this thing being natural. He assumed it to be someone's home.

Finally, when he could ignore the pull no longer, he entered the cave.

Inside, Xaven could barely see anything, the place was lit only by some groupings of glowing blue mushrooms scattered randomly across the ground and walls, but he did not see anything, anyway.

He walked to the opposite side of the cave, following the pull that still influenced him. And he found a door.

The door was only about five feet tall, Xaven, being five feet seven inches, would have to duck to enter it. If he could open it. The door had no handle. Or doorframe for that matter, it was just imbedded in the wall somehow.

"That's it, my pet, now open it."

Xaven turned quickly to face the voice. Though it was feminine and nonthreatening by sound, he was so far in the forest he should not have encountered anyone at all. And her appearance did not help. She was a bit taller than he was, she had a green tint to her skin, and wore a long cloak that was pitch black. She also seemed to have horns on her head, but Xaven wrote that off to being in such a dimly lit space.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "Why are you here?"

The woman did not move at all, but a staff that she held in her hand, that Xaven had not seen before due to the darkness, glowed green, illuminating the cave.

"I am Maleficent," she answered, "and, I am here to take you away from this wretched place."

Xaven's muscles relaxed a bit without his willing them to. "Leave? To go where?"

"Any other world you wish! This world is disgusting, filled with people who have too much Darkness in their hearts. I want to take you away, to a place where you can start over, have power beyond your wildest dreams, and you will never be alone again."

Everything that she offered, even though Xaven saw no way for it to be true, was exactly what he wanted. How could he refuse? And what was there to lose? He probably would have died in this forest anyway.

"What do i have to do?" Xaven asked.

Maleficent smiled. "All you must do is open that door behind you."

"There's no doorknob," Xaven argued without thought.

"Oh, no. It needs no doorknob. It will open when your heart opens it through force of will."

Xaven rolled his eyes. "Why don't you do it then?"

"I cannot," she explained, "I was badly wounded in a battle one year ago. After that battle I woke up in this world, too weak to leave again. Too weak to open the door that allows travel to other worlds. I am a prisoner here just as you are. But, you have the power to set us both free. In return, I will give you everything your heart desires."

Xaven could no longer resist. He turned to the door, lusting for his desires in a way he would have thought unimaginable before. He grabbed the side of the door and pulled but it would not budge. He knelt down and tried to slide his fingers under the door, it was impossible.

"Why won't it open?" Xaven asked angrily, frustrated that he could not open a simple door.

"Maybe your heart is not willing it open. Or maybe you do not have the strength to set us free. Maybe I should find someone else..."

"No!" Xaven screamed. He pounded both fists against the door in anger. "Open! Open! Open!" With each word he slammed his fists against the door again.

He felt the anger permeate his entire being. The need to get out, the desire for company, for power, his lust for something greater than living in a forest because there was no other option. His hatred of himself for being weak. It consumed him, and he slammed his fists against the door again.

This time it swung open, he was tossed backward by a violent wind, landing six feet back, at Maleficent's feet.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard Maleficent laughing, screaming, "Yes! Finally!"