A/N: Originally written as my first entry for LJ's KH Drabble community, challenge [273]: Road to Damascus.
At first, he didn't want this, but who could blame him for it? After all, he was just a kid. He was supposed to still have races on the beach, to build sandcastles with the one he secretly had a crush on and watch yet another beautiful sunset with the people that were the closest to him. What did he know about Keyblades, Darkness, Light and other horrors and complicated theories that would surely cross his path one day if he continued to walk down this road full of doubts? All he wanted, was to find his friends and go home.
Home… He didn't even know if he still had one, because that storm had been so unexpected and disastrous that it wouldn't be too strange if nothing was left of Destiny Islands.
That guy, Leon, he had said that it was "so tough luck" that Sora was the Keyblade's Chosen One. Heck, he even fought him because of the stupid large key that had randomly appeared out of thin air, but the spiky-haired boy honestly couldn't see what part of it was so good. He didn't care that he was, somehow, chosen for something so vague that his mind couldn't grasp. What could it do to help him get out of this nightmare?
And then… everything about his life changed as quickly as a snap of his fingers. It all happened when he met a talking duck and a dog that could talk and walk on its hinds without using a stick, or something (and Sora wondered, was this the work of the powerful Keyblade-weapon?). Suddenly, everyone said that if he wanted to stop the shadows from attacking and find his friends and go back to his beloved home, then he had to accept his fate and fight back with all the strength that he had. Apparently, he was the only one who could do it and they all trusted him with their lives. It couldn't get any crazier than this…
But for Kairi and Riku, he would do anything he could, if only he could be reunited with them again…
Even if that meant that he had to find 101 stray puppies from 101 different worlds, because those two were his world.
However, something told him that the puppy-hunting was only the beginning.