Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction so please don't review this too harshly! I have named it "Darken" and it is about… mehh, you'll find out!

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The moonlight was vague behind the darkness, only casting its light on various rocks and trees. Night had arrived and everything was still.

Wait.

What was that?

Yellow eyes peered from the forest, unblinking and wide. The slightest flicker of movement could be seen. The black veil of night had obviously been unable to hide all. There was a pause and suddenly – there they were. A heap of Heartless, swarming and soundlessly stumbling step by step. It was a river of ebony figures; a sea of never-ending doom.

It made Sora smile.

A keyblade suddenly appeared, radiating pure power. Sora grabbed for it, enjoying the feel of a heavy weapon in his hand. Then he ran. Right to the Heartless. Raising his keyblade, he felt even more energy pulse through him and boy, he was loving it. Sora brought it down in a quick motion, preparing for the satisfying slashing sound as it rips through the Heartless…

"Sora."

A young teenage boy stirred on the sand, his eyes still closed. Nearby ocean waves tickled his elbow.

"SORA!"

"Guhh?" Sora sat up, his spiky light brown hair falling across his face.

He looked up and squinted through the blinding sunlight.

"Kairi?" he murmured.

A pretty girl of his age stood above him, arms folded. Her narrowed blue eyes bored into him.

"You've been asleep the whole day!" Kairi complained, kneeling beside Sora.

Sora groaned and sat up, his own blue eyes still drooping. He shook himself and stood, pulling Kairi up with him. He felt a little strange. Ever since the Keyblade had decided to vanish suddenly, Sora had felt vulnerable and confused. Why had his only weapon left him? Riku had assured him that it was just because the worlds were at peace now and there was no further use for the Keyblade. Still, he felt as if he had lost something dear. He sighed and threw a glance at his almost forgotten old wooden sword.

Kairi's eyes narrowed further. "What's wrong?"

Sora snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Kairi. "Oh, nothing."

"You're worrying about the Keyblade again, aren't you?" She could read him like a book.

Sora rocked on the heels of his yellow shoes sheepishly as the smile died on his lips. He shrugged, trying not to care about it anymore. It was the past. Gone. It didn't matter anymore. Did it?

Kairi sighed. "Why do you still want the Keyblade? Don't you like hanging out with me and Riku? Isn't it heroic enough for you?"

Sora protested strongly to those accusations. "Of course I like being with you and Riku! Really, I do! I don't need the Keyblade anymore!"

Kairi leaned forward suspiciously to search Sora's eyes for any untruths. Giving up, she turned and walked away, leaving Sora with his uncertainty.

Did he really mind not having the Keyblade by his side? Could he really settle on his current and undramatic life? Despite what he had told Kairi, his heart was still clinging on. Clinging to the power. The glory. The Keyblade.

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Well, that is it for now! You'll just have to sit and wait for the next chapter to find out more! Remember to send in a review! Just so I know how I'm doing so far!