Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy.

Notes: This is my first fic, and I hope you like it.

Prologue

The wind blew steady and cold across the field, the moonlight pouring through a gap in the clouds, illuminating the white hair of the otherwise practically invisible figure prowling through the darkness.

The figure walked, his gait that of a man deep in thought, but his body seemed to know well where he was going. As though this path he travelled was a well worn one. He eventually reached the edge of the plain, where the grass faded away into bare rock, and looked out with unfocused eyes on an abandoned building resting at the base of a bend in a steep, narrow valley that the cliff overhung.

He stared unseeingly down into the valley, a deep crease in his brow, thinking hard. Then he gave a violent start, seeming to notice where he actually was for the first time

He hadn't intended to come out here. He merely had wished to step out of his oppressive and lonely home for some fresh air, and his feet had carried him here on their own accord, his body taking over while his mind was elsewhere.

He had been thinking about what he needed to do to prepare for the following months, as new regulations on food and water rations and other such things were being brought forth. Not a pleasant topic for him, merely reminding him even more of the predicament that he and the rest of the world was now in.

His eyes darkened then, looking at the building, its dark windows looking like dead, vacant eyes. Perhaps that was why his feet brought him here, because he had been thinking of the world predicament. But it mostly had to do with this very building.

Nestled in between two jutting walls sticking out of a bend in the valley, the building was there, practically built into the opposite wall of the valley. Most people did not know this building even existed, and anyone who did see it would imagine it was haunted by dark spirits; a rumor that was encouraged by those in high power and definitely not hard for people to believe these days.

But he knew what was hidden in that building.

He knew that the doors had been locked tight, keeping anyone curious enough out, but also to keep in what was once the only hope for the survival of these worlds.

The one who would save them all.

The one who would banish the darkness and bring back smiles to everyone's faces.

Unfortunately though, it was more like the one who could have saved them all. He was once the only hope for the survival of the worlds. It could have happened. But it didn't. Now there was no hope.

He was no fool like the others that hid in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike, waiting for help that would never come. He had once had a vague, secret hope, at the very beginning; one that slowly dwindled as the days progressed, but with the death of the king came the death of his hope, along with the freedom of the worlds.

And the savior that they had all yearned so desperately for went down with them. Left alone to die and not even aware of it.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that he, for one, was partly responsible. The savior that was left to die had also once been his friend.

And he knew that now, selfishly, he missed the latter more than the former.

He would probably give most anything to have a friend back. But a savior he had given up on long ago. He knew he would screw the rest of the world over if he had to choose.

He suddenly wondered if things had been different, if he had been smarter, faster, or more powerful perhaps he could have saved him. If he had been a different person he could have saved him, could have kept him. If the savior had been a different person…

NO.

STOP.

This is ridiculous. What happened happened, and, yes, if you had been smart enough you could have saved your friend rather than your own sorry ass, but you weren't. Now there is nothing you can do!

End of story.

End of hope.

End of life.

It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does. All that is left is death and darkness.

And most times it was difficult to tell which one he was in right now, although he figured death would probably be a bit warmer. He shivered.

Bah. Time to go. It's too cold.

Too many ghosts here.

With a weary sigh he deliberately turned his back on the building to walk back to his home, rubbing his hands together for warmth and shaking from the bitter cold.

He cursed himself for coming out here and putting himself in a bad mood. Now all the work he had to do would take even longer to do, he thought bitterly, not to mention he hadn't really come to a conclusion of what to do for the next few months.

Should never have come out here..stupid feet guiding me here! Why did I come? Stupid ghosts clinging to the edges of my mind! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!

Grumbling and grinding his teeth, he continued on to where the grassy field ended in large broken rocks. The path home wound behind the rocks and continued on into the settlements where his lonely home awaited him on the outskirts.

He stopped here, at the edge of the field, his shoulders stiff and his body rigid, as though fighting with himself to keep on going, his eyes shifting to look behind him. Giving in, he turned and looked to where he could see the edge of the valley he stood on earlier.

A wave of nostalgia rode over him, and he realized that this was probably the last time he would come here. Indeed he wouldn't have even come tonight if he hadn't been so distracted.

Suddenly a sad, pained look came over his face and he looked beyond the edge, he couldn't see it, but he knew the building was there, and he mournfully whispered,

"Goodbye… Sora."