SICK
'clank, slash, clunk.'
Sapphire eyes watched as ant like bodies crumbled and evaporated into the air, in wisps of shadows. The young hero was breathing heavily as he trudged on further, holding his keyblade in his trembling palm. The air was still and quiet, long shadows painted the stark white halls black as the muddy haired boy leaned against one of the now grey walls. He gasped again, having trouble breathing as sweat dribbled down his neck and brow. His stomach lurched, twisted, and emptied not even giving the poor boy a second to say goodbye to the now sickly yellow food.
Sora wasn't well, the sky-eyed boy new that but he knew he couldn't stop. He had everyone's hopes and dreams on his shoulders. He had to save the worlds, his friends, and their homes.
'Thump.'
Sora took a step forward, swallowing the bitter and warm taste with a disgusted wince. Right, he was the hero.
Some times the boy just wished he could be sick from this journey that seemed all too much like a job.
He wished he could curl up in fresh covers, under his sea side window as his mother tucked him in and fall asleep.
But he couldn't, there were no breaks from this job.
The boy bit his lip and furrowed his brows as he took in a sharp breath to hold back a whimper.
"I-I'm coming...guys."
Right, he was the hero
He can't be sick.