Way of the Dawn in Time
Written by Promise
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Chapter 1-Muse in the Night
He was awake again. Just as he would start to slip in to slumber he would startle awake. His mind racing… refusing to slow down and let him get some rest. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he ran calicle warn hands through his spiky brown hair.
Tired eyes peered though the dark at the electronic clock; glowing red numbers blaring 2:41 A.M. Well at least he had been asleep a full 30 minutes that time. Sighing, his eyes fell upon the picture next to the clock. It had been taken some time ago, maybe a good 5 or 6 years. He looked around 17 in the picture, but it was hard to tell seeing as he matured somewhat slowly for a boy his age. Physically anyways, mentally he was probably more mature then Cloud was at that age. Blinking he focused on the other occupants of the photograph; a loud mouthed duck named Donald, and an odd ball dog named Goofy. They all looked so happy there; he wondered if it was just a mask back then, as it was now.
Shaking his head, he stood up not caring as the blankets fell down to the floor, pooling at his feet. Quietly he made his way into the small kitchen and opened the refrigerator, wincing at the sudden light that flooded the small room. Frowning he pulled out the empty milk carton out and tossed it in the trash. Grabbing a glass he poured some tap water and hopped up on to the counter, opposite the fridge.
Not really drinking the light brown colored water, Sora began to roll over the thoughts that had been tormenting him so much to keep him awake. He didn't want to be thinking about this but it seems he had little choice in the matter.
Taking a sip of water he promptly spit it back out in disgust, spraying the fridge in the distasteful liquid. Wiping his mouth he hopped down off the counter and reached for a towel. Wiping off the fridge, negatives from a camera fluttered down off the top. They came to rest on the ground, a dull splash of moonlight making them almost shimmer. Frowning he reached down and picked them up, glancing over them with mild interest. How long had these been up there? Looking over the last strip one picture in particular caught his eye; it was a picture of The Great Ex-General Sephiroth. His brows knitting together as he looked closer at the negative picture in his hands.
Sephiroth, this was his fault. The reason he couldn't sleep. Sephiroth had asked something of him he wasn't sure he could do. Something he wasn't sure he wanted to do. Something he didn't even know how to do...
What was it about this picture that seemed so…familiar yet different at the same time?
Tilting the photo in his hands and watching as the moonlight played on it, and then something hit him. The image of the Ex-General looked so different, because as a negative image it did look different, but not wrong. It was more like this was what the actual photo was supposed to look like… The shadows of the room reflecting behind it, he frowned at the sight of Sephiroth with black hair… black hair… black… hair…
Eyes widening, the pictures fell to the floor because of his slackened grip on them. It looked like Sephiroth's request wasn't as impossible as he had imaged. He also now knew what it meant by him taking this chance. It was him that was going to be the one who first lead the Heartless to Destiny Islands. All for the sake of saving his best friend and killing himself…
