At the rate I'm going I'm probably going to upload at least a chapter a day...like anyone's reading it -_-' Ah well it's also to keep the story in one place too so I guess there's a benefit :D Enjoy!
"Sora, wake up!" quacked Donald when the sun was close to the middle of the sky.
"Mmmmm..."
"Gawrsh, maybe we should let him sleep some more," whispered Goofy.
"No! He already slept enough and I am tired of waiting for him to wake up. It is almost the afternoon!" Donald responded angrily.
"Mmmmm..." gave off a disgruntled Sora, who was finally opening his eyes.
"Good morning, Sora," greeted Goofy.
"More like good afternoon," grumbled Donald
"Man, that was weird," Sora muttered to himself.
"What was?" Goofy asked.
"Oh, a dream. I dreamt that I met this weird shadow thing and became a Keyblade master," Sora laughed. "I mean, if I was to summon up a keyblade right now..." Sora did a weird gesture, as if he was to make the keyblade appear in his hand. He was going to talk some more until he felt something heavy in his hand. He looked down and realized what he thought he dreamt last night was real.
Maleficent was brooding in her dark room with only a strange glowing green orb in the middle to let someone even see her. She was very busy looking into it -she may be telling the future or picking out her wardrobe for all one could tell.
So they sent a rag tag group to rescue her. I honestly expected a bit more. I have defeated entire armies, and this is all they send. I can easily do away with th-.
Then she saw Sora with a keyblade in his hand, golden and gleaming and giving off light. For a second, a hint of surprise was seen on her face, but the surprise soon changed into an expression of extreme pleasure.
Ever since the thirteenth member had gone, I thought I'd have to scour the worlds to reclaim him. But look, one is coming to me.
The stranger had left the inn early in the morning. Or was it late in the night? All the innkeeper knew was that the stranger had left before anyone else woke up. It was like the guest wasn't even there, when he looked at the room, it looked like it wasn't even slept in!
That was because no one had slept in that room.
(Flashback time!)
The stranger had spent a good deal of the night reading. Thoughts were fighting in his mind and he couldn't go to sleep. Maybe a walk or something would help. He took the book in hand which was apparently his only luggage and whipped of his hood finally giving one a good look at his head. It was a face of a young teenage boy, with high cheekbones and a nice, defined face. He had aqua, blue eyes and golden, spiky hair all swept up to one side, making one wonder how he managed to get it under the hood in the first place. He walked out of the inn and only meant to circle around the building a bit and breathe in some fresh air, but that was before he saw the Heartless. There weren't a lot, but they could not be here to just stroll around. He knew that they were some of Maleficent lackeys, and them finding him was not a good thing. The boy's face put on a serious expression and two keyblades appeared in one hand each, one white and reminiscent of angels and the other black with plenty of jags and edges.
He ran and jumped, slashing one of them when he came back to the ground. I was hoping to get some peace for once. He ran to two other Heartless and cut them while the last three came to him. It was really quite simple of him to dispatch the last three also. It was too easy, but them being here means he couldn't stay here any longer. He looked back at the inn illuminated in the moonlight and turned his head forward and walked off.
Please R&R!
