Kingdom hearts 3
Kingdom hearts and all final fantasy characters belong to Square enix. All Disney characters belong to Disney interactive.
But all my original characters and this story belong to me.
Chapter one
The world that never was, a gargantuan, silver titanium castle hovering above a damp, uninhabited city, frequently pelted by rain in an ever clouded night, the only light came from street lamps and lights in the windows, like hundreds of gleaming eyes penetrating the dark veil that would otherwise have made it impossible to see, abandoned perhaps by people that may once have inhabited the city world. No one walked in the streets, no cars zipping about on the roads, which were dwarfed by the imposing shadows of twelve story sky scrapers.
And skulking under these buildings were shadow like beasts, creatures of pure darkness made real, silent as rolling clouds, yet as swift and terrible as a dream turned nightmare. Those were the ones that had become what was known as 'Heartless', those that had succumbed to a vast blackness, and so had been changed, mutilated into the vile forms that now lurked and hunted, sniffed and growled, scraping, searching, ever-seeking the prey that had long ago fled from this slowly dying world.
High above all this, the organization's former stronghold stood, or rather, floated above a glowing green abyss. There was no way up to the citadel, no long, winding staircase up towards the forbidding grey towers that loomed over all.
And deep within the confines of this castle's keep, several slabs of what one might describe as tomb stones stood. Twelve stood in all, some had been ravaged by time's slow yet destructive hand, and one had toppled over, while the others stood, tall yet cracked.
These were the only proof of a distinguished group of individuals known as 'Organisation: 13' and These tablets were what little remained of 12 of 13 members of this group.
And one tomb stone, at the bottom right hand corner of the room, glowed with a strange, blue light, once a portal stood here, but now, its upper half had been demolished, making it impossible to pass through. The portal's edge was of silvery titanium, like the rest of the castle, but the half broken portal seemed to waver within its frame, much like an oceanic pattern.
The room was stiffly silent, as it had been for the past few weeks. The silence seemed to beckon, as though daring anyone or anything to make a sound. A soft whisper flitted through the air on transparent wings, disappearing as though it had never existed, as though briefly passing by as a butterfly would, to quickly deliver a message.
Suddenly, a portal gleamed into life before the tomb stones, and there was a heavy sense of anticipation hanging like the last drop of water from a canteen being poured out, if anyone had been there to witness it. Then, a figure, draped in a milk white hood and long, flowing cape stepped through, an elaborate blade hung from a sheathe at his waist, the handle decorated with an elaborate door like symbol, and a coat of arms showing a golden crown encircling a red heart was printed on his leather armour, he wore silver and gold shoulder plating worthy of a high ranking aristocrat, and his finely woven hemp pants were tucked into silver and black metal boots.
The figure looked at each of the tomb stones in turn, until his hidden eyes fell upon the twelfth, below the demolished portal an insignia of two keyblades forming an 'X' lay. The figure began to chuckle silently; it was not a laugh of joy, or even amusement, but one of mocking, as though hearing a mute joke that only his ears could pick up.
His laughter ceased abruptly however, and his stance changed from one of calm to one of stiffness, his right hand was grasped around the hilt of his sword in an instant.
Maleficent had become aware of his presence; he would have to act fast.
He lifted his hand away from the hilt of his sword and raised both arms in the air as though calling upon an ancient power, and finally, he spoke, the voice seemed to echo, and the whole castle itself shook as one word rolled off the stranger's tongue
"Rise"
Sora leapt forward as he awakened from his dream, for many moments he sat there panting, clutching his chest where he could feel his heart thumping wildly. Gradually, he began to regain his normal breath rate and lifted his arm, which had become stiff and heavy, and wiped the sweat from his brow.
He gazed around his room, an assortment of old toys, piled books and papers sat lazily on his desk on the opposite side of the room near the doorway. Leaning against the wall near the closet, which sat on the opposite side of the room from the door, was an assortment of many different fishing tools, a net, a jagged bladed harpoon, and an old bamboo fishing rod. Finally he looked out the window which lay open next to his bed, he gazed at the ocean spreading away into the distance, the water shining with the liquid silver reflection of the moon, and his gaze fell upon his, Riku's and Kairi's island.
For a long while, he sat there and stared out the window, remembering how the three of them always met each other at the pier each day, always ready to look for a new place that nobody had found before, how they'd go into the secret place, and sketch on the rocks with smaller stones and sometimes crayons, how he and Riku would have 'tree climbing races' and then afterwards be scolded by Kairi for 'endangerment to life and limb'. And then, how they'd end up sitting by the pou pu tree, watching silently each evening as the sun would set.
But gradually, the dream's images floated back into Sora's mind, and all memories of the island were pushed aside as Sora sat there, the dream wavering about him, as though some un-seen hand were holding in front of him as a trainer would hold a treat out to a dog.
Questions raced through Sora's mind; who was that figure? What did he seek? As well as dozens of other questions. But there was one thing he did know. He knew that place in the dream, where the tomb stones stood; he knew it all too well.
"Proof of existence" he whispered.
His gaze floated back to his desk, and his eyes rested on one particularly small book at the top of the piles of papers and novels, as though it had been purposely placed there, so it wouldn't be forgotten.
Sora slid off his bed and onto his feet, and he strode to his desk in three long heavy strides. He reached out his hand, as though to pick up the book, hesitated a moment, and finally clutched the small hard back in his fist.
Lifting Jiminy's journal up to his face, he flipped through the pages, scrutinizing the tiny hand writing, trying to pry out anything that might provide an answer to his dream, he flipped through the Ansem reports he had collected throughout his travels. He poured over every detail, from Xehanort's experiments with people's hearts, to the actual Ansem's final page.
With a yawn, Sora closed the volume and strode back to his bed.
Again and again he ran through the journal in his mind as he sat there, when he suddenly felt something pressing against his back. Pulling it out from under him, he saw it was the king's message, which had been put back into the bottle.
How he longed for the king to be there, even just for his company and calming demeaner.
The keyblade master slowly pulled the cork out, and the letter slipped into his palm.
Slowly he unfurled it, and began to read the message for the first time in two weeks
Sora, Riku and Kairi
I'm sorry to bother you three after you just got home, but there's been somethin' suspicious going on. I'm afraid I can't discuss it in this letter; I can't risk information slipping into the wrong hands. I'll be sending someone to get you, they will then take you to meet me, I can't say where however. Just to make sure it's him however, ask him what the 'DTD' is, if he gives you the right answer, he's the guy.
And be ON YOUR GUARD, there are spies everywhere.
Your friend,
King Mickey.
Sora easily slid the parchment back into the bottle and re-inserted the cork. Carefully, he placed it under his pillow, his thoughts drifted to tomorrow, it had been over a year since he'd been in school. Based on his mother's reaction upon Sora's return, he decided his teachers were really going to bring down the axe. But before he had anytime to think more on tomorrow or the king's words he fell into a deep slumber, just as a hooded figure, which had been staring into his window, disappeared through a gaping dark portal.
Well I've edited it, tell me what you think
(sorry I haven't gotten to chapter 2 yet, coming soon)
