Sky: Yo dudes, this is a little something I wrote to try to stop writers block. I don't know if it failed or not so let me now with a review please. If you like it I might write some more one shots like this :D
There was a time when Sora taught Kairi and I everything he had learned on his journey. My favorite memory was just before he left to fight in the war. When he took us to Wonderland and taught us how to fly "One happy thought is all you need!" He laughed at us from in the clear blue sky, he flew in circles smiling his head off as Kairi looked on in amazement. "Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust" Soon all three of us were flying, the wind gently passing our faces as we flew above the London lights. The three of us had never laughed so much. In the back of our heads we knew that this could be the last time we could be together. That Sora might not come back.
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After he was called away to help in the war Kairi and I still flew. We thought that as long as we flew he would come back to us. That we could mentaly send him enough faith to bring him home. Every night we would tell stories, act like he was there, it comforted us. He never told us what war was like in his letters and when we asked he never answered. We had no idea what was happening on the frontlines.
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When he did come back he never joined us in the sky, just watched with cold, blue, dead eyes that once held the sun itself. He didn't have one single happy memory left, he had no faith, he no longer believed. He tried, oh how he tried, TinkerBell threw buckets of pixie dust at him but his feet would not lift off the grass. He had taught me and Kairi how to fly yet could no longer do it himself. Soon we stopped going to Wonderland, we spent all our time trying to cheer him up. But then he got called away again and I along with him.
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I saw horrible things. He had seen them all before and they had no effect on his lifeless eyes. But I had problems. The sounds of the wounded, the screams of pain, the smell of blood, the injuries. The battles that lasted hours, days, weeks. The sounds of people dying, shouting for a loved one. Saying sorry for failing, for dying, for leaving them. It was too much for me yet Sora...he just acted as if it was nothing. He told me to toughen up, that I hadn't seen anything yet, that this was nothing. What has he seen? What has war done to him?
I soon found out. When I was sent to the frontlines he pulled a fuss before I left. Said he didn't want me to see what he had seen. He was ignored and sent with me. To see it all again. As punishment for speaking out of turn.
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Once we got back Kairi demanded to go to Wonderland. So we did. And I found that I too could no longer join her in the night sky above the London lights. I too had forgotten how to fly.