I suggest reading this in 3/4 format. Just so it would look longer. xD Anyways, enjoy the fic.
Sora opened his eyes. He saw his makeshift sailboat hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, he tried tossing and turning in his bed, he tried every type of sleeping position he could think of, but he couldn't sleep, even though it was peaceful.
It was peaceful ever since they defeated the Organization. The worlds have been restored and though some Heartless have remained in some worlds, they were only but a lingering few.
The Keyblade master sat up his bed, ran a hand through his spiky brown hair and stretched his arms. He gazed out his open window into the pale, moonlit beach. Yes, it was peaceful, but he felt strangely empty.
It felt as if something very important was missing. His bright blue eyes surveyed the pale beach, watching the dark blue waved ebb on the shore; the sand shining like millions of tiny diamonds. Something was off about this strange but beautiful sight.
It seemed as though the sand was emitting a bright and eerie glow. Out of pure curiosity, Sora quietly got out of bed and lifted himself off the window ledge and jumped on to a soft bush on the ground not too far below.
He rolled off the bush and stood with his bare feet on the shortly trimmed grass. He walked to the shore with sand going through his toes. He was quite surprised at what he saw. He found the sand glowing and ebbing as though it was water.
He appreciated the sight for quite a while until he heard a faint voice from the dark waters itself. It was a female voice beckoning to him.
"I implore you - "the voice said quietly.
Sora whirled around, trying to find the source of the faint voice. He summoned his Kingdom Key and splashed deeper into the water. He stood still, trying to hear the voice in few whispers blowing with the wind.
"-obtain the light that even in a broke world could never fade -" the voice whispered quietly, until the Keyblade bearer heard nothing but the soft whistle of the wind.
"Wait- what do you mean by obtain the light?!" Sora shouted. No reply came. He turned his head to the starry sky. He squinted as he noticed the stars twinkled brightly then vanishing one by one very quickly.
'Oh no, that can't be good,' he thought.
As he was watching the stars vanish from the sky, he didn't notice that the dark blue water around his feet began glowing and pulling him deeper under the water.
The Keyblade vanished as Sora panicked. He was being pulled down so quickly that he didn't even notice that another storm was forming over Destiny Islands as he was dragged into the deep waters.
"Are you sure that that child is one of us, Garland?" a cold feminine voice asked.
"Quite sure, Ultimecia," a deep voice answered. Whispers began forming around the so-called 'child's' sleeping figure. It was clothed in a black leather coat and it held two strange weapons in both of its hands. One looking like the darkest of the night, and the other looking as though it was bathed in pure light.
"I sense light in him," a different female voice from the one called Ultimecia said. The whispers erupted into loud arguing.
"He's a child of Cosmos, Garland. Let us send him into the Void."
"Let's tear him to bits first!!"
The arguing persisted until they heard a clapping. The voices diminished. The Warriors of Chaos turned to the direction of the clapping.
"If there's light in him, it just means he knows how to get into our enemies' minds. He knows their doubts, their weaknesses and their fears," Sephiroth told them as he stopped clapping. "If Chaos chose him, it means he's fit for the part."
They all agreed on this. All of the warriors left except for Jecht, Golbez, and Kuja. They watched the figure breathe evenly with its peculiar weapons vanish as it rolled over in its sleep.
"The light he emits if far greater than I've seen in us," the tallest armoured figure said. Golbez turned to his companions. Jecht stared at the sleeping figure. His hand shook the young man.
"Huh- What the?" the teenager sat up and his hood fell off, revealing spiky blond hair, and baby blue eyes beneath his hood. At the sight of the pawns of Chaos, the young man jumped back and summoned his weapons in a stance of defence. Kuja raised his hand to send a spell to vanquish him but Golbez blocked him. Jecht scratched the back of his head as the blond boy charged towards them, his weapons circling around him.
"Whoa, wait. Slow down, kid," Jecht said while preventing the blonde from tackling Kuja and Golbez. The blonde was held by Jecht's hold on his collar; he writhed at first but then gave up. Jecht grinned as he put the teenager down.
"Who are you people? And where am I?" the teen asked him calmly.
"See, I'm Jecht," the rugged man said. And he pointed to his companions. "That Golbez-" he pointed to the tall armour clad figure. "-and that's-"
"Kuja, at your service," the lavender haired Genome proudly cut off. He bowed as the other three stared at him blankly. The teen stared at Golbez.
"You didn't answer my other question, where am I?" he asked again.
"You're in the Old Chaos' Shrine, kid, here you'll fight for the-"the jock stopped in midsentence. Kuja observed the teen idly while gliding through the air. Golbez merely crossed his arms and leaned on one of the broken pillars watching the duo converse with Kuja gliding through the air above them.
"The what?"
"Kid, lemme ask you something. If you wanted to fight for something, what would that be, eh?" Jecht's question startled not only the blonde, but also Kuja and Golbez. The teen crossed his arms.
"I would fight for my life, my friends and the greater good. Too much fighting isn't good for anyone, in my opinion. I would fight to have my own life and heart, not just be some other person's shell. And by the way, it's Roxas, so stop calling my 'kid,'" the blonde replied. Kuja's idle interest quickly ran deeper.
This was a being that he hasn't seen or heard of before. What did he mean by 'have my own life and not just be some other person's shell?'
Golbez was thinking the same thought as Kuja. 'For his life and friends and the greater good.'
He is much more a warrior of Cosmos than that of Chaos.
"You know what, Roxas. Fighting for that would be worth, well, hell, it would be worth dying for. Come on, let's show this kid around," Jecht said as he grabbed Roxas by the shoulder and pulled to the exit of the ruined Chaos' Shrine. Kuja and Golbez were left thinking deeply on what they were fighting for when Chaos asked them to join him.
"I said come on!"
The Warrior of Light was quietly contemplating about the strange power that the crystal was capable of while walking in the middle of Dream's End. He stopped walking when he saw a sleeping figure lying in the distance. It looked like it had a nest of spiky brown hair covering its top. The Warrior didn't give a second though and ran to the figure.
He knelt down the figure, who appeared to be a young man that seemed as old as Zidane. He wore dark blue garments that were adorned with brightly coloured belts and straps. It seemed as though the teenager emitted a strange aura of light. Just like the Warrior did.
And the Warrior of Light didn't even think twice in waking the teenager.
"What the-" the boy woke up and stared into the Warrior's light blue eyes. The brunette looked over the mysterious man's shoulder and stood up anxiously.
"Who are you?" the boy asked in a somewhat frightened tone.
"Do not be afraid. I am the Warrior of Light," the armoured hero answered.
"Warrior of Light? Don't you have a name?"
"Unfortunately, no. I don't remember my name. How about yours? What do you want to be called?" the Warrior asked. The brunette grinned and held out his hand.
"The name's Sora," he said as the Warrior took it and shook it firmly. The armoured warrior stood up and began walking with Sora at his heels.
"Where are we going?" Sora asked.
"The matter is, I'm heading to where my comrades are-"
"You mean your friends?"
"Yes, my friends. But, what about yourself? How did you get here, Sora?" the Warrior of Light asked. He stopped walking and turned to the brunette. Sora's eyebrows knitted in deep thought.
"I don't really know. The last thing I heard was a woman's voice telling me to obtain the light, or something-" Sora stopped when he noticed that the older man seemed, a bit distracted.
"Uh, Light? Is there something wrong?" Sora asked. The Warrior pushed Sora away as a strange figure that shined like crystal almost decapitated the brunette's head. Sora tumble behind the Warrior of Light and watched as the armoured man fought off the crystal mannequin. It gave off a distorted scream as the Warrior defeated it.
"Do you have a weapon?!" the older man shouted at him. Sora nodded and summoned a large key shaped sword. He charged towards the growing battalion of mannequins, their distorted screams echoing throughout Dream's End as the brunette slashed through them.
The Warrior of Light marvelled at the teen's swift slashes and quick dodges and jumps. As soon as the mannequins' cries ceased, the two looked for an escape out of Dream's End.
"Awesome fighting skills back there, Light," Sora complemented. The older man nodded. "And, uh, thanks for saving me from being mince meat."
The Warrior of Light glanced at him and gave a small smile. "Not a problem, Sora. What did you say before we were attacked?"
"Something about obtaining the light."
Ooh, cliffhanger! I wonder what would happen next?