Sora was hopeful – he'd go and find Riku, and together they'd go back to the islands. Yeah!
It had never occurred to him that this would happen.
Sora was restless. This peace – he'd wanted it, yes – but now, he had nothing to do. There was no returning to the sunny, fun-filled days of pretend. Not anymore. They'd grown.
Sora wasn't sure if he liked that.
He was sure all was peaceful. He was wrong.
Anti Sora came; it attempted to take over him. And this time, it succeeded.
Bye-bye, Keyblade wielder. Key-bearer.
The consciousness that was "Sora" had ceased to exist.
One had already fallen. The rest would go down like dominoes.
Anti Sora smiled. The world – no, all the worlds - would be his for the taking.
apply disclaimers.
I attempted a semi-evil Sora in this one. It didn't quite work.
I tried to make it original, too.
I like that song - Animal I Have Become