Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Kingdom Hearts, Disney and Disney
characters or Final Fantasy, and unfortunately I'm not making any money
from this!
Author's Note: This is my first Fan fic, ever, so feel free to write whatever you want to, so I can do a better job next time. I hope you like it!
Sora sat next to the road, watching the sun set. He still had a sick feeling inside him, that had come when Riku shut the door to Kingdom Hearts. He missed his friend, and being stuck on a long winding road didn't make him feel much better.
"Cheer up, Sora. We'll make it to the end of this long road one day," Donald quacked.
"I sure hope so," he replied softly.
***
Early the next morning, the trio set off down the road. They walked for several hours, barely speaking about the previous events.
"Gawsh, ain't that a pretty li'l thing, with its multi-coloured wings an all!" exclaimed Goofy, pointing at a butterfly at an attempt to cheer Sora up.
Sora finally raised his head, and looked at the butterfly. Then something clicked inside him, a memory of his childhood.
"Sora, what have you found?"
"It's a butterfly, Riku, a butterfly!"
"Wow, look at all the colours on its wings! Where'd you find it?"
"Down in the plants by the beach,"
"I wanna go get one! I wanna go get one!"
"We're almost there! We're almost home!" Sora yelled. And with that, he started running over the hill, his huge sneakers sending gravel into the air behind him.
"Wait Sora!" called out Donald, then he too started running up the road, leaving Goofy to get some stray gravel out of his eyes. ***
Sora had never run that fast in his life before. As he got to the bottom of the hill, he was a little disappointed to find a corner there. Nevertheless, he continued running, and once around the bend, he came face to face to a tall man. The man held a long blade in his gloved hands, and had silver hair in the style that Aerith had worn hers. The man looked at Sora, his eyes sweeping up and down his body, as though he was being judged.
"Sepiroth," Sora whispered. The man looked up.
"Yes, it is I. And you must be Sora, the one now referred to as 'The Great One'. But after today you will be referred to as 'The Dead and Unlucky Enough to Have to Fight Sepiroth One'. Am I right? I'm always right! Now Sora, let me ask you a few questions. Do you know whose power is far greater than yours? Whose stare makes even the noble dog creature, Cerberus, flinch? Whose greatness compared to yours is like being compared to a mere child? Answer me!"
Sora gave no answer.
"Fine then boy, have it your way. I'll just have to teach you a lesson. Do you know what it is? You wouldn't!"
Sora still said nothing.
"I'll tell you: Little boys can't save big universes!" screeched Sepiroth, "And now, we fight,"
With that he withdrew his huge sword, and prepared to battle Sora.
Author's Note: This is my first Fan fic, ever, so feel free to write whatever you want to, so I can do a better job next time. I hope you like it!
Sora sat next to the road, watching the sun set. He still had a sick feeling inside him, that had come when Riku shut the door to Kingdom Hearts. He missed his friend, and being stuck on a long winding road didn't make him feel much better.
"Cheer up, Sora. We'll make it to the end of this long road one day," Donald quacked.
"I sure hope so," he replied softly.
***
Early the next morning, the trio set off down the road. They walked for several hours, barely speaking about the previous events.
"Gawsh, ain't that a pretty li'l thing, with its multi-coloured wings an all!" exclaimed Goofy, pointing at a butterfly at an attempt to cheer Sora up.
Sora finally raised his head, and looked at the butterfly. Then something clicked inside him, a memory of his childhood.
"Sora, what have you found?"
"It's a butterfly, Riku, a butterfly!"
"Wow, look at all the colours on its wings! Where'd you find it?"
"Down in the plants by the beach,"
"I wanna go get one! I wanna go get one!"
"We're almost there! We're almost home!" Sora yelled. And with that, he started running over the hill, his huge sneakers sending gravel into the air behind him.
"Wait Sora!" called out Donald, then he too started running up the road, leaving Goofy to get some stray gravel out of his eyes. ***
Sora had never run that fast in his life before. As he got to the bottom of the hill, he was a little disappointed to find a corner there. Nevertheless, he continued running, and once around the bend, he came face to face to a tall man. The man held a long blade in his gloved hands, and had silver hair in the style that Aerith had worn hers. The man looked at Sora, his eyes sweeping up and down his body, as though he was being judged.
"Sepiroth," Sora whispered. The man looked up.
"Yes, it is I. And you must be Sora, the one now referred to as 'The Great One'. But after today you will be referred to as 'The Dead and Unlucky Enough to Have to Fight Sepiroth One'. Am I right? I'm always right! Now Sora, let me ask you a few questions. Do you know whose power is far greater than yours? Whose stare makes even the noble dog creature, Cerberus, flinch? Whose greatness compared to yours is like being compared to a mere child? Answer me!"
Sora gave no answer.
"Fine then boy, have it your way. I'll just have to teach you a lesson. Do you know what it is? You wouldn't!"
Sora still said nothing.
"I'll tell you: Little boys can't save big universes!" screeched Sepiroth, "And now, we fight,"
With that he withdrew his huge sword, and prepared to battle Sora.