"The closer to light you get, the greater your shadow becomes"

Footstep

Footstep

Footstep

Right

Left

Right

Left

Breathe in

Breathe out

In

Out

Rain poured hard, turning the dirt below him to mud. The mud spattered on his shoes, his legs. He took no notice.

Footstep

Footstep

Step

Step

Keep going, just keep moving. He told himself.

The voice echoed inside his head, it rung in his ears.

"The closer to light you get, the greater your shadow becomes"

Those were the only sounds. His breath. His steps. The rain. That voice.

Nothing more.

Right foot, left foot.

Keep moving! He told himself

He walked through an endless field. It was night. It was dark. No light, no shadow.

The clouds parted above his head, revealing the moon.

The full moon.

He took one more step, then stopped. He glanced up at the moon. The moonlight fell down upon him. He glanced behind him at his shadow. It was large already. What the voice said had bothered him.

"The closer to light you get, the greater your shadow becomes…"

He took one step forward, urging himself on. He wouldn't stop just because of what that voice had said. He wouldn't be freaked out by his own shadow.

His instincts got him. He turned around, there was his shadow, growing larger by the second. This wasn't just the moonlight anymore.

His shadow slowly pulled itself from the ground, taking form, taking shape. He stared at it, backing up, stumbling over his own feet.

He fell, and his shadow rose above him. A perfect copy of himself. Made of darkness, wielding darkness.

His shadow laughed, raising its own shadowy Keyblade to strike.

He pulled out his own Keyblade to block it.

His shadow's Keyblade passed right through his and hit him. He screamed, struggling as his shadow's Keyblade dug itself deeper into his chest. His shadow's laughs grew louder, his screams grew louder.

Then it stopped, nothing but silence.

The field was empty.

Or was it?

A shadow lay on the ground. He twitched, then looked up.

It was no longer Sora.

He had turned into his shadow.

He was of pure darkness. Just a shadowed silhouette. Everything about him was ink black. His hair, his clothes, his skin. All except his eyes. His eyes were yellow. Bright yellow.

He pushed himself to his hands and knees, but didn't stand. He looked ahead of him, at the empty field that lay ahead. The rain had stopped. The clouds were almost gone. The moon, shaped as a heart, shone brightly.

He let out a laugh and then bounded forward, on his hands and feet, running wildly through the night.

The darkness was an animal.

He was an animal.

He was Anti-Sora