Summary: What if shortly after defeating Xemnas, a weakened Sora is captured by Maleficent. With dark magic as her aid, the vile witch seals most of Sora's light heart away making a grey warrior to rule the mulit-univers alongside her as her dark heir. Now someone who was told only to watch, and never interfere must go against the laws and rewrite history.

Chapter 1

Soraxus chooses a bride and the world changes

Sharp silver eyes watched through thick eye lashes as lines of chained women were pushed and pulled through the hall to stand before the Dark Heir as looked for his bride. Each woman was carefully paraded before the messy haired brunet who was reclining in his silver throne in a board manner. The Grey Prince Soraxus had grown into a handsome man, tall and well defined from the battles he led and won. Gone was the carefree grin and laughing blue eyes. In their place was a bored grimace and cold stare. Dressed in silvers, grays, and dark blues, he was every inch of a prince though his posture spoke of his diastase of the proceedings. He was still a man of action, preferring to fight and spar than sit and listen. It was only the occasional cleared throat of Maleficent that kept him in place as each available female slave was presented to him. He had already dismissed the servants he could have had.

Kara's heart ached as she watched the man before her. Once, he had been a great friend beloved by all and adored just the same. Before Maleficent had gotten her claws in him, he had been known as Sora, Keyblade Weilder and friend of many. Now he was a destroyer of worlds and light. Kara was pulled out of her thoughts as her line was pushed forward. Apparently none had suited his tastes. She could only hope that someone strong and kind ended up with the man before her. Cold blue eyes scanned her chain of people lazily then landed on her slightly bowed head as she watched him from her lidded eyes.

Feeling his gaze on her she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, if only for a second, before bowing her head again. It was painful to look at what the once kind Keyblade bearer had become because of the evil woman sitting on the throne above his. Said woman was watching the whole affair with a please smirk. Oh how she loved to see people bowing and scraping before her and her adoptive son! Kara's stomach twisted hatefully and she slowly swallowed. She had little in it to risk throwing up now.

"Her," Soraxus said with a nod in the direction of the strawberry blond woman. Kara's heart jumped at his declaration and she glanced up through her lashes once more. He had sat up while she had looked away and was now giving her his full attention, something none of the other women had gained. That got Maleficent's attention as well. "She will be the perfect Bride." Maleficent clapped her hands and Solider Heartless raced forward to do as their master bid.

Seconds later Kara was kneeling in front of the Dark Queen and her heir on the red carpeted dais, her torn and ragged dress displaying the slave collar and cuffs that bound her perfectly. They kept her from running, attacking, or using her natural magic. As she knelt she heard the other woman being ushered out of the room until the large audience chamber fell silent once more. "Look at me," Soraxus ordered coldly, knowing she would just stare at the floor until addressed as any slave had been trained to do.

Kara slowly raised her head until she was looking directly into his eyes, a spark of her old defiance cropping up slightly. Maleficent gasped lightly at the pure grey orbs that seemed to stare directly into her soul. Soraxus felt the same looking at her eyes but for some reason something inside of him grew warm and pleasantly happy. Unknowingly his hand reached up to gently grasp the crown pendant he wore. "Girl, are you blind?" Maleficent demanded leaning forward on her golden throne, not noticing her son's reaction. The sound of the witch's voice snapped Soraxus out of whatever daze he had fallen into and his hand dropped to the arm of his throne once more.

The 19-year-old young woman blinked slowly but showed no outward emotion. Inside her heart however, she was crying for the young man before her. It always broke her heart a little more when she saw Sora with the eyes of a killer. It was only the years of practice in hiding her emotions that allowed her to stare at the two so blankly. "No, Your Majesty. I can see quite well. My eyes have always been this color," she replied listlessly, a trait she picked up while working in the palace library. It had helped to keep attention away from her. She had hoped to use that lack of attention to her advantage, researching a way to save the worlds. But many books had been locked away by the evil witch before her and before she could attempt to get closer to them, the demand of a bride came. And as a slave she had no choice but to line up with the rest of the women.

"What is your name?" Maleficent then asked as she looked the young woman over. She was beautiful enough. With long strawberry blond hair pulled back in a braid, tanned skin had paled slightly from working indoors but had mostly retained its light brown hue, and soft, submissive features she was rather remarkable for a slave. Maleficent could see her beside her dark son as he ruled their lands.

Kara's gaze dropped once more to the floor. "Kara, your majesty. Kara of the Egladil clan, Last of the Ancients."

"An Ancient?!" The Dark Queen reeled back, shocked that she had such a treasure in her palace, then gave Soraxus an approving smile. "You have exquisite tastes my son. The Ancients are a magically strong people who usually do not interfere in the worlds," she informed him as she once more relaxed on her throne. The only outward sign of distress she gave was the tightening grip on her magical staff. What she didn't say was that Ancients were also tasked with the balances of the worlds and this one must have been sent to try and fix things, something she would have to make sure did not happen.

Soraxus nodded to his "mother" then turned and gave an inquiring look at his new bride. "Is this true?" he demanded, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and his chin on the interlocking fingers. As he leaned closer his heart hummed pleased. Another confusing thing for the Destroyer of Light. To keep himself from being too distracted he pushed the feelings away and waited patiently for the young woman to respond.

"To some extent your highness," Kara answered softly, looking at his feet as she had been trained though it disgusted her to do so. However, she did catch Maleficent's tightening features and mentally shuddered. She hated getting a beating from that woman as she used her staff with a heavy hand. She still bore the scars from the one and only time she had managed that before. "Of my people the Egladil clan created the worlds and the Apani clan watched over them and filled the worlds with life. My clan was tasked with the balance of the worlds. Over time my clan and the Apani died off. They died to correct the balance or save a world from destruction. I am the only one left now." Kara spoke in a polite tone that didn't give away any feelings that she had about the matter. The deaths of her people were still fresh in her mind even though they had passed when she was a child. Then again, one does not burry your entire race and not forget the state you found them in. Or what brought them there.

Soraxus raised an elegant eyebrow and finally leaned back, satisfied with his choice. "Fascinating. I hope that you will tell me more over the course of our marriage." Kara nodded submissively as he nodded to his mother. "She is perfect."

"Well my son, let me prepare your bride for your wedding tomorrow," Maleficent declared with joy. The Grey Prince nodded and calmly left the large hall, leaving the young woman in his mother's hands as he headed out to sort out what his body and heart was doing to him. Maleficent watched him with a smile until he was through the door. Her soft smile vanished and a cold stare was in its place as it was turned to the woman still kneeling before her. "Yes, let us prepare the bride." Kara silently shivered and begged the gods watching to help her find a way to fix the mess the witch had gotten them mixed in. Otherwise the Heartless were going to destroy everything under the gaze of the woman before her.

~Kingdom Hearts ReDone ~ Kingdom Hearts ReDone ~ Kingdom Hearts ReDone ~

The next day the two were wed in a beautiful ceremony to which the kingdom actually celebrated as they hoped of the chance of the bride taming the crown prince for the better. When the celebrations were finished Soraxus took his new wife to his room to consummate their marriage and teach her of her new status as his mother had instructed. There he had servants find suitable attire for his wife to come to dinner in before changing himself. When he finished and came out to the sitting room he found her there waiting. The grey Prince paused to examine his new wife calmly though he had a pleased smirk.

She wore a long, flowing blue dress with silver trim and her long strawberry-blond hair had been set free from the bun she had during the wedding and it fell down her back in soft waves. On her head was a circle of silver with an aquamarine stone in the center that complimented her eyes and showed that she was the submissive of the relationship between them, at least according to what Maleficent had taught him. Her slave cuffs and collar where gone. In their place was a spelled choker of black lace with an aquamarine stone in the center showing that she was still owned by Maleficent and her son. The choker was used as a punishment device with spoken commands. With one word Soraxus could have her writhing on the ground in pain, or choke her, and so on. It insured complete control over the young woman before him.

"Beautiful," Soraxus whispered, reaching out to gently stroke her face. "Absolutely beautiful."

"I live only to please you my husband," her reply was soft but Soraxus detected that it was slightly strained. "Your wish is my command."

Soraxus frowned slightly and looked her over with a critical eye. Her skin was no longer the healthy tan from before; instead it was a very pale and damp, almost as if she was sick. Her hands were sweaty and clammy and she swayed from side to side almost unknowingly. Reaching out with his magic he looked at her health aura. Yesterday it had been a bright green, showing her healthy and fit. Now, it was a dangerous red. Suddenly Kara's eyes rolled up and she fell backward in a dead faint. Soraxus jumped forward and caught her before she could strike her head on the hard marble table that was behind her, surprising himself about his own actions for a slave. Even if she was his wife, he shouldn't have such emotions over her. What was happening? Her weight carefully cradled in his arms he gently lowered her to the ground and looked her over.

"Kara? Kara what's wrong?" Soraxus asked letting worry unknowingly creep into his voice. He could not see any obvious signs of trauma, though her back did bear signs of beatings from her time as a slave. But they were scars, not open or infected wounds that would cause this reaction. Especially since she had been healthy not but the day before. "Please talk to me." But she didn't. Fear, an odd emotion for him to feel, for the health and safety of his new wife came over him and the Gray Prince summoned his mother and a healer to his chambers after carrying her to their bed and making her comfortable.

As the healer examined his wife Soraxus paced around his study anxious, definitely an odd emotion for him to feel. That line of thought was pushed out of his head as he cast glances at the bedchamber door waiting for the man to come out with news. Maleficent watched as her adopted son worried and fretted for the first time in years and showed emotions she had hoped she had buried. Mentally Maleficent worried that the binds on her son were loosening, causing him to act this way and stored that thought for a later time when she could check the bindings herself. "Calm yourself my son. She will recover," she assured him from the chair he had provided for her but Soraxus gave no sign of listening to her. "I shall go and see what I can do to help," she sighed standing from her chair. Soraxus stared at her as she kissed his cheek and left before sinking into the chair behind his desk. He knew that they had just met but Soraxus could feel an emotion he recognized as love blooming in his chest. Did true love really exist? And why was he feeling this way for a woman he just met? As Soraxus pondered that question a realization hit him and he bolted from his chair for his conquest vault. He knew how to save his wife.

Meanwhile Maleficent stormed into the bedroom where the healer was working. "What's wrong with her?" she demanded of the smaller man.

"I-I-I don't know my Lady," the man stammered, cowering slightly next to the bed. No one wanted to give the queen bad news as it usually meant your own health was in danger. "My scans show that she is fading from a magical drain. If someone would bond with her, or if you unsealed a little more of her magic, then there is a chance she'll live." Soraxus interrupted Maleficent's chance to vent as he entered the room with a special fruit in his hands and a hopeful look on his features. "My Prince what do you have?" the healer asked breathlessly, half thankful that the man had saved him from a tongue lashing and possible transformation and half in awe at what was in the man's hands.

"A paupo fruit," Soraxus replied, carefully turning the star shaped fruit in his hands. "I had found it in my travels and had kept it for some reason. Now I know why." Soraxus quickly walked over to the bed and gently shook his new wife awake. "Kara? Kara can you hear me?" he asked her softly.

Kara struggled to open her eyes but did so and smiled at Soraxus though her pain was obvious though her silver orbs. "Yes husband? What can I do for you?" she asked politely when she caught sight of the furious queen out of the corner of her eye.

"Kara, you are dying," Soraxus explained softly as he had caught the last part of the healer's words. "But there may be a way to save you. Do you know the legends of the paupo fruit?" Kara slowly shook her head and her body shook in pain at that. Soraxus grimaced when he saw that but pushed forward in his telling. "Whoever shares this fruit with someone they really care about their lives will be bound together for all of time. I don't know why, but I do care about you. Kara this is the only way to save your life. Please," he begged when Kara just blinked up at him. Finally she nodded, refraining from looking at the extremely angry queen. Soraxus took a bite for himself then helped Kara sit up. She tried to take the fruit but her body was too weak and in too much pain. The Grey Prince saw this and took another bite but didn't swallow. Instead he placed his lips over hers and transferred the piece into her mouth with his tongue.

Kara slowly chewed then swallowed. Immediately color returned to her cheeks and light to her eyes. A check of her heath aura showed it slowly glowing brighter as well. Soraxus, delighted that the fruit was working, continued this method until they had together finished the fruit. As he finished the last piece Kara smiled at him and fell asleep, letting Soraxus gently lower her back onto the bed as her body demanded rest. Soraxus brought the healer back over as the man and Maleficent had backed off to give them some privacy. "Check her," he ordered tensely. The man nodded and quickly examined the new Princess. "Well?" Soraxus demanded when he didn't respond right away. He prayed to any higher power listening that she would recover.

"She's slowly regaining her strength," the healer answered slowly, shocked that what the man had done had helped. "She will be well in a few hours but should rest tomorrow." Soraxus nodded satisfied and ushered the man and his adopted mother out. He was going to get to know his new wife and bonded privately. And, he was gong to figure out why he felt so different around her.

Once he had secured the rooms with every piece of magic he knew he turned back to the bed and the thin figure in it. Already, Kara's skin was regaining it's healthy glow and her breathing was easier. Before it simply sounded labored. Cautiously, he sank into the chair beside the bed. He knew very little about his wife and her people. Why had she fallen so ill so quickly? Did it have something to do with the bindings his mother used to ensure magically strong individuals were of no threat to the kingdom? And why was it that he could feel emotions long forgotten when he looked at her? It was if, instinctively, he knew she was supposed to be his everything. He knew that she would never betray him. His mother, perhaps. But not him. And that confused him.

Soraxus let out a low growl as he rubbed the back of his head anxiously. "Chasing my thoughts is getting me no where," he groused to himself. Closing his eyes he gently rapped the side of his head. "Get it together Soraxus." Looking once more down at his wife, he found silver eyes watching him in silent amusement. But the second their eyes met Kara looked down. Uncomfortable silence grew between the two. Soraxus had so many questions he didn't know where to start. Kara kept silent to keep from angering him. A soft sound broke Soraxus from his cycle of thoughts. Blinking at Kara he saw she was eyeing him like he was about to attack her. That upset him more than he cared to admit. "How do you feel?" he asked instead. Remembering her training as a slave he quickly added, "And be honest with me."

"I live to serve," she replied automatically. Seeing his scowl she amended, "I'm exhausted, magically drained, and I feel rather ill."

Soraxus nodded. He expected that much if the healer's look was any indication. Tearing his thoughts away from that he examined his own emotions. "Why?" he paused trying to collect his thoughts. "Why did you fall so sick?" Kara flinched and shied away from him as much as her weakened body could. Seeing that made him flinch and sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Kara's eyes quickly became puzzled and thoughtful. "You… apologized…" Her whisper made him blink at her. "My Prince… has something happened?"

Soraxus shook his head. "No. Simply… I think you woke up my heart. Something I had long since thought buried." He shook his head again and propped his chin on his fist. "Just who are you Kara Silvereyes?"

"Your everything."

Soraxus blinked at that blatantly honest answer before a startled laugh left his throat. Hearing that sound made her relax further into the bed. "Well, 'my everything', I think you and I will have a time to truly get to know each other."

Kara's smile made his heart flutter. "I'd like that."