Chapter 14: Meltdown Imminent
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Heeheehee... It seems my last chapter was a smashing success! Five people answered my riddle... And three got it right. :( Kinda. The Infiniator deserves full credit for explaining his whole freaking answer, but Electrolisys seemed to know what they were talking about as well. Also, Crystal4458 said something along the lines of the correct answer, with some comedic input. Did you guys look it up off the internet, or did you already know? I will also tell the rest of you the answer at the end of the chapter.
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Ultimate Black Ace- I honesty have no idea what you're talking about. What do you mean my OC's are too powerful? Skyra is a ninja warrior girl with knives and a tiny dragon, and hardly anything is known about Havok besides that he is very close to her in skill level. They're not really that crazy...yet. Besides, I can make them as strong as I want- even stronger than the Keyblade masters! However, that probably won't happen.
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And now, back to the story! That's why you all came here, right? I mean, who wants to sit there and watch me shoot off my mouth? Nobody, that's who! Haha, "Nobody", get it? That was a pun, everybody. XD
Axel (drops his head into his face): Why…? Just…why…?
And so, here it is! Chapter 14. Get ready for a huge surprise everybody...something none of you saw coming...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The brilliant glow of the moon cast its entrancing beams through the window of the Disney Castle library, where a certain mouse was hunched over a leather-bound book that was so thick it must have taken the entire trunk of a tree to create. The actual contents of the book were so fantastically boring, the tree itself would probably seem like so much fun by comparison. At least you could climb a tree...
King Mickey's eyes ached drily as they scanned the page, ultimately gleaning only the most basic points of the written text before he flipped to the next one. Needless to say, the King's quest to uncover any useful information regarding the ancient land of Arcadia had bore almost no fruit thus far. It was just day after day of sifting through dusty volumes of myth and legend, only to be rewarded with occasional references that were so frustratingly bare of details, all of which were questionable as to their validity. There was an obscure play that mentioned it, some unfinished novel which was considered a classic in one world. This, too, proved to be completely unhelpful.
All that could be found was a line of faded text in the oldest book they had: "And so, in order to buffer peace between the two sides, the light and the darkness, the mystical realm of Arcadia was created, its wonders too surreal for the denizens of the worlds."
From this, they learned...well, nothing. If only Ansem the Wise were here, thought Mickey. Maybe he would know something. He had been friends with Cyrus after all. But Ansem was not here, nor could he ever be. After disappearing in the explosion of his heart data machine in their last adventure, the aged man was presumably declared dead.
On another day, Mickey might have mourned the loss of his friend, or at least felt a little sorry, but he was getting nowhere, and it was very hard to feel anything when one is so tired they could drop. The mouse's eyes drooped as they repeated the same useless sentence over and over, the dull action quickly lulling him to sleep...
"Rooroo, ruff!" Mickey jumped clear out of his chair as the sudden burst of howling. "Pluto! What is it, boy?"
Sitting up on the ground, Mickey tiredly rubbed the vestiges of micro sleep from his eyes as the pale orange dog did several laps around him, barking excitedly all the way. It took at least five minutes for the King to get his pet-slash-best friend to calm down enough that he noticed his collar around his neck. Beaming proudly, Pluto allowed Mickey to slip out the piece of paper that had been placed there. Its edges were singed and most of it was burnt off, but there appeared to be some perfectly legible writing on it.
Mickey's eyebrows jumped at the word "Arcadia", and then he stuck his nose even closer to the paper, absorbing the information and then reading it all over again, just to be sure. The mouse put a gloved hand on his forehead, as if unable to believe the thing he was holding. Finally, he found the words to speak. "Pluto... How did you find this?"
Pluto responded with a series of wild barks and animated body motions, all of which Mickey seemed to understand. "It just appeared? But who could have sent it? " He stood, then looked down at an unappreciated looking Pluto. "Haha, I'm sorry, boy," he said, rubbing Pluto's head. "You're a good dog! I'll let you have a piece of that cake after all, I promise!"
Pluto jumped with glee as King Mickey dashed out of the library in a hurry. His cake privileges reinstated, Pluto then proceeded to seek out the slice that he had previously stolen, and as he chewed, thought with satisfaction of the second slice he would receive later.
King Mickey held the burnt paper carefully as he dashed through the decorative hallways, the words written upon it echoing powerfully in his mind.
...And so I have scattered these objects, imbued with the power of the Guardians who answer only to a Divine will, to stand sentinel over the secrets of Arcadia forever. They are the separate fragments of a key, one that will show you a door but not open it. This is the best solution, for to collect these objects, one would have to not only find them, but also face what force lies within. Of course, only the worthiest of Hearts can unlock their power, so that the door may be opened only when the Balance faces its direst of days.
The path to the new worlds has closed behind me, and shall remain so for the good of all. No meddlers can interfere; I am afraid that my journey is finally over.
-Cyrus Report # 10
Sora walked parallel to the emerald green stream of light, which was floating a few feet above head level through the forest. The trail pulsed rapidly now, excited and frantic like a beating heart as it lead him ever closer to the legendary treasure. Eerie hands of odd fungal growth stretched around him, and eventually Sora was met with a thick cluster of bamboo like plants. The ethereal snake of light lead directly into it, so Sora began pushing his way through as the bright orange flashes beat faster and faster above his head.
The cylindrical stalks whacked stiffly back into place as he passed through the darkness, until at last Sora could see the dim sky on the other side. He thought he could hear nearby voices and some rustling, and then everything suddenly went quiet. Peeking between two stalks into the small clearing beyond, Sora noticed two things.
One, that the entire crew, plus Jim and Ben were all standing stock-still on flat, moss covered land that led to a pointed cliff. It was as if the sight before them had drained the excitement clean out of their bodies. And that was because of reason number two.
The beating ribbon of light wound out of the mushroom forest, shooting straight out to the edge of the cliff...and then stopped. It sat there, pulsing quickly above their heads, as if the rest of it had been cut from the air by an invisible pair of scissors. Sora stared with them, at the world of treasure that should have been there: Flint's lost trove.
Perhaps it really was lost after all.
The trail they had all followed so faithfully exploded without warning, breaking into millions of tiny fireflies and retreating back into Jim's map. The metal sphere clicked shut in his hand, refusing to be opened not matter how hard he twisted it.
"Uh-oh," muttered Sora, watching the scene unfold. The mood instantly sank into a boiling pot of concentrated discontent, the gang of grotesque pirates expressing their murderous intentions with harsh murmurs that quickly rose to discordant notes of steaming anger. The tall and husky Mr. Silver seemed to be questioning Jim intensely as the situation around them escalated, but the bewildered teen had no idea how to answer as he struggled in vain to reopen the map. The restless crew was becoming even more restless, one of the smaller ones pouncing on Jim and making him crash into the ground.
With the way the crew was behaving, it seemed that Jim wasn't going to last much longer. Sora almost rushed out to help him, but right before the other pirates descended on the boy, something else occurred that made them freeze. Jim took a close look at the hard earth below him, and then placed the copper sphere into what appeared to be some kind of indent. Without delay, a brilliant wave of luminous neon green spread from the map's position, marking the ground with ancient circular runes that shone brilliantly through the moss.
The crew breathed a collective gasp of awe as a globe like projection rose from four points on the ground below. Spiraling galaxies, planets and stars were suspended within the projection, framed by hundreds of crisscrossing green lines, like the latitude and longitudinal sections of an atlas.
It now became apparent that they were actually standing on a huge, moss-covered sheet of metal.
Beyond the cliff was an expansive canyon of flat lowlands. From seven points near the base of another ridge came seven enormous rays of light. They rocketed along the ground, meeting like the folds of a fan at the cliff's point, and then rising into the sky before them in a single beam of green energy. The crew was stunned into silence, as if oppressed by a giant hand. With another breath of awe they watched as the beam of light split, its energy morphing until it had three corners, giving off a majestic flash it settled into an elongated triangle before them. Its point stretched hundreds and hundreds of feet into the air, standing twice as tall as its base was wide.
They were like tiny mice before its tremendous size; one could even fit the Legacy comfortably inside it. The space inside the triangle's glowing frame became a massive window, blazing in the early morning darkness with an overwhelming light. Sora's jaw slackened at the sight, for within the triangle's borders was a breathtaking nebula. Right there in front of them. The glowing collection of space dust shimmered an amazing violet-blue, its waves of light much resembling the patterns that water often reflects on its surroundings.
It was then that Jim, a black silhouette from Sora's point of view, did something. Examining the spherical hologram of the universe, the boy touched another coordinate on the map. Instantly the triangle winked like a television screen changing the channel, the curtain of electricity opening again to reveal many floating crystalline structures in the atmosphere of some planet.
"A big door..." muttered Sora, recalling BEN's words. Jim pressed another coordinate, and the portal again changed to show a desert in a raging storm of red sand. Odd tubelike rock formations curved up from the ground, the bleak light of sunset casting a desolate glow across the land. "...opening and closing..."
This must have been what BEN was talking about! Did this portal somehow lead to the treasure?
Jim took a moment to search the holo map more thoroughly, identifying several solar systems before finally selecting another point. The triangle opened and closed, this time revealing a scene in the middle of space, with only a thin crescent moon structure floating in the starry canvas. Hundreds of ships were docking and flying away from the place. It was the Montresser space port; Jim had told them about it before.
Sora felt a sudden déjà vu, and it took him a moment to remember that he had caught a glimpse of this exact scene before. It had been right before the Gummiship had been sucked into the wormhole that had led them here... Sora had stared deep into the depths of the void, and had seen a crescent moon within a green triangle.
That's how Flint did it...
Snapping back into the present, Sora became conscious of the fact that Silver was becoming increasingly frustrated. The bulky cyborg pushed Jim out of his way, pressing coordinates at random. The portal flashed rapidly, flicking to prehistoric landscapes, strange civilizations and savage creatures. Silver's voice then became audible to Sora, growling something about where the treasure could be.
BEN clutched his head again, scouring his memory for the information that was no longer there. He repeated that phrase again, the effort seeming to hurt him, "It's buried...in the centroid..."
"The centroid of the mechanism," finished Jim, a sparkle appearing in the depths of his eyes. "What if this planet IS the mechanism?" he wondered aloud. "Then that means...that the treasure is buried in the center of this planet!"
The gang of pirates shared a raptured look amongst themselves, then all dove to the ground at once, digging faster than a meerkat in the Pride Lands. Several of them whimpered in surprise however, when their hands and weapons clashed with the impassive metal below.
Mr. Silver was livid. "And how in blue blazes are we supposed to get there?"
Jim moved in front of him, finding a tiny three dimensional model of Treasure Planet. "Just...open the right door."
He tapped it, and the portal instantly changed. However, instead of becoming a doorway to Treasure Planet, the massive triangle opened up into an enormous enclosed space, the likes of which Sora had never seen. Beyond the triangular gate, the walls within arched in an impossible way, as if the massive room were a shaped like a sphere.
Sora watched as Jim walked slowly forward, cautiously touching the screen of light with his hand and finding that it passed through. With a gentle crackle of green energy Jim pushed the rest of his body in, barely having time to marvel at how easy it was before Mr. Silver cuffed a basketball-sized hand on his shoulder. The rest of the pirates quickly followed, leaving Sora alone behind the cover of bamboo fungi.
The boy thought hard, deep blue eyes glistening in the light of the portal. It was obvious that Donald, Goofy, Kairi, Riku and Skyra weren't here, so they must have been left behind with the longboat. From here, there were two options immediately available to him. He could either go back and rescue the others first, or try to get Jim away from Silver and then head back.
He seriously considered the first option, knowing that if he pressed forward, it would have to be alone. The only problem: the weariness from the previous battle was taking full effect, and trekking through the forest again would only be a waste of time.
And then there was another thing, something so dark he didn't even want to consider it. Now that Silver and his savage crew had found their treasure at last, how much longer until Jim outlived his usefulness? Would...would Silver really...
He shuddered.
Could Silver find it in him to actually kill Jim? Or would the crew do it, if he ever lost his control over them?
Sora wanted to believe in Silver but... No, it was too much of a risk. Sora straightened, eyes hardening in resolve. Jim had priority. He would just have to find a way to get past the pirates. Once he was sure they wouldn't notice him coming from behind, Sora stepped out of the cluster of tall fungi and made a dash for the enormous portal, ignoring the deep burning in his overworked legs.
He slowed as he reached the green filter of light, closing his eyes as an odd tingling sensation spread over him. Both feet clacked on the bronze metal floor; he was now completely on the other side. Looking at his upturned hands, Sora took a moment to give himself a once-over, then turned back to the giant gateway behind him. Beyond it, the massive mushroom trees stood tall and dark, the forest still as silent as before.
Good, he thought. His escape route assured, Sora turned and ran one fluid motion...and then a few steps later, froze right on the spot.
The sight before him literally stole the breath from his lips. Sora stared, utterly transfixed by the sheer vastness of the treasure. It was unreal, totally incomparable. The Cave of Wonders itself was an insignificant speck next to this!
Obscuring every square centimeter of the artificial core was sea of gold coins, decoratively gilded chests, swords, artifacts, and jewels of all kinds and shapes. Name anything that held a high dollar value, it was there. They formed small mountains and ripples along the surface, glimmering true to their namesake, the Loot of a Thousand Worlds.
The core itself was probably a mile in circumference, revolving slowly as it floated in midair, the very heart of Treasure Planet. Long mechanical structures were fixed like stalactites on the ceiling a hundred feet above and all around. As the core rotated, purple beams of energy regularly burst out of these structures, traveling into deep, porous chasms on the core's surface. If Sora were to guess at their function, he would say that it was to keep the gravitational field normal.
Sora nervously scanned the mounds of glittering gold for Jim. The pirates seemed to be having much more fun in comparison, literally playing in the fields of treasure and whooping with joy. Sora raised an eyebrow. It felt weird to see them all so...happy.
More importantly, he realized, Jim did not seem to be around. He spotted Mr. Silver, who was kneeling in the carpet of gold some ten yards away, but Jim wasn't with him, either.
Maybe he got away from him, thought Sora. Silver did seem pretty distracted. Sora searched the blinding landscape, knowing that James Hawkins had to be around there somewhere...
Finally, a small speck of movement caught his eyes, and relief washed through him when he saw that it was Jim. The older boy, along with BEN, was climbing aboard an aged ship, which had been slumbering atop the frozen gold-crested waves for untold centuries. That guy. Is a genius, thought Sora incredulously. If anyone could get that old craft flying again, it would be Jim hands down. Sora headed for the abandoned pirate ship, careful not to slide on the shifting floor of coins along the way.
All the while, no one had bothered to notice the laser motion sensor, a crimson line which ran the length of the portal's entrance at ankle level. The lights on the sensory receptors blinked red, beeping their hushed alarm.
Treasure Planet would not take kindly to intruders...
Sora at long last arrived at the smaller, more agile looking ship, which was set at a slight angle amongst the mounds of treasure. He leaped up and grabbed onto the edge of the railing, using it to pull himself up in an acrobatic front flip.
Jim tensed as Sora touched down on the wood, but then relaxed when he realized it was him. "Sora? Man, how did you even find this place?"
He gave a lighthearted shrug and scratched the back of his head. "I followed the trail, same as you. How I got here...well, heheh...that's a much longer story."
Jim nodded, turning back to quite a large collection of paragon. "Take a look at this," he said in a strange tone. It was awed, and yet oddly subdued, not quite fear. Unnerved, Sora obeyed.
The floor behind the wheel was piled with riches and jewels of every kind- a hoard of valuable chests, swords, and gold chalices. All of it mounded up to the armrests of a throne like chair. And in the shadows, sitting in the chair was a figure, gaunt and sinister like death itself.
Sora's eyes went wide with horror. "I-Is that..."
"Captain Flint himself," answered Jim soberly.
"In the flesh!" exclaimed BEN. "Minus skin, organs, and anything that...resembles flesh... That's not there..."
Jim's eyes searched the upright corpse of gnarled marrow. The old captain was still dressed in a finely woven coat, a three-sided Captain's hat perched upon his angular, six-eyed skull. It stared out eerily, the alien bone locked in a perpetual expression of hatred, complete with a set of long, fang like incisors. The boy's gaze trailed down to Flint's arm, where skeletal fingers clutched what looked like a small device of some sort.
Curious, Jim broke whatever metaphysical wall that might have been there and stepped forward, intending to rip the thing right out of Flint's grasp. The calcium metacarpals crumbled away easily, and Jim studied the object more closely.
It seemed to be a piece of exposed circuitry and wire, partially covered by a frame of copper metal. Jim looked at the fragment of machinery, then suddenly up at BEN, who was staring off and mumbling something to himself.
"Hold still," commanded Jim as he grabbed the back of the robot's flat-topped head, pushing the device into the indent of missing circuitry.
"Wha-, y-your hands are very cold back there, Jimmy... WhOAH!"
The wires knitted themselves together, and BEN froze as a series of images and data flashed rapidly in his flickering eyes. The strobe memory subsided and the robot recovered with a jolt, blinking his eyes as the pixels within lit with a blue charge, no longer green. BEN seemed a bit calmer now, as if his mind were suddenly more coherent. The thin metal plates that served as his eyebrows slanted, and he seemed to be pondering something as his eyes searched the curving roof above.
"Y'know, Jimmy," he said. "I was just thinking... I was just...think-!" The robot's eyes suddenly burst with new energy, as if the new revelation had brought him to life for the first time. "It's all coming back!" he cried animatedly. "All my memories! Right up until Flint pulled out my memory circuit so I couldn't tell anyone about his BOOBY TRAP!"
A thunderous, angry roar rumbled around them, huge and furious, as if Treasure Planet had answered BEN directly. Sora jumped in astonishment, unable to believe the timing of the quake.
"Speaking of which..." cringed BEN, tentatively lifting his head to view the ceiling. Both Sora and Jim followed his gaze with dread.
High above small explosions burst from the machines, raining down small chunks of debris like a hail of fire. "Flint wanted to make sure no one could steal his treasure," said BEN hurriedly, "so he rigged this whole planet to blow higher than a Celipsian kite!"
More deafening blasts erupted in the planet's lower mantle, and one of the huge structures was ripped loose, tumbling like a steel icicle where it pierced a massive crack in the core's surface. Waterfalls of golden coins poured into the gaping wound, and a stray beam of purple energy tore destruction upon the fields of treasure. Coins and jewels were lifted into the deadly laser, disintegrating as the thunderstruck crew of pirates fled in terror.
BEN dashed over and began shaking Jim. "RUN, JIMMY!" he screamed. "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
But Jim was undaunted. "You go back and help the Captain and the others," he told the robot as he dove under the mechanical dashboard. "If I'm not there in five minutes, leave without me!"
"What?" gasped Sora. He knew Jim could hotwire the ship, but now they were pressed for time...
BEN got down and grabbed onto Jim's exposed legs. "I am NOT leaving my pal Jimmy!" he stated, sliding the boy away from the dash. When the rest of Jim appeared from under the machine, he was holding two sizzling wires half an inch apart, fixing BEN with an intimidating glare
Sora knew the one. Riku had often used this face with calculating cruelness whenever Sora had been late for their childhood meetings. It was the "Back off and do what I tell you to" look.
BEN stopped, cowed by Jim's seriousness. "... Unless he looks at me like that... Bye Jim!" BEN dropped the teen's boots and took off, leaving only Sora standing there. Jim looked at him next, still lying on his back.
Sora looked right back. "I'll help you any way I can," he said. Nodding, Jim slid back under the dash.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While the core was collapsing deep within Treasure Planet's metallic heart, the pirate's prisoners were still being held aboard the longboat on the overgrown surface. Distant tremors could be heard now, and some of them were beginning to wonder if something happened to Sora.
Dr. Doppler, the enthusiastic astronomer, was feeling particularly blue in the early morning darkness. "All my life, I've dreamed of an adventure like this," he sighed quietly to Amelia, who was tied back to back with him. "... I just wish I could have been...more helpful to you..."
"Oh, don't be daft," she said in a grim attempt to cheer him up. "You've been very helpful, truly."
Skyra was mainly zoning out of their conversation. It seemed like giving Sora a chance to save them wasn't working out very well, and Skyra was getting more and more annoyed by the minute. The little brat had probably gotten himself lost... Or killed.
Skyra realized that she wasn't really sure what to do with that thought. She stared down, contemplating what that would mean. Well...of course I'd care a little…, she admitted to herself. Even after only having known Sora for over a week or two, she wouldn't be able to completely alienate herself from that kind of pain…
Thinking of the loss of death had begun to claw away at some old, raw wound buried somewhere within her. A prick of anguish caught her off guard and she cringed, quickly shutting away the visions, pushing them down before the rest could burst out. Skyra waited, eyes tightly closed as the tingling sensation subsided, until finally she again breathed slow, normal breaths. Enough of that, she told herself. Stop thinking, it'll only make you tired.
Ardeo gave a curious throaty warble, gazing at her in response to the bitter thoughts. She caught the concern, disregarding it.
Forget it, she told him, eyes heavy. Go to sleep.
In an attempt to ignore the interruptions of the past, Skyra again focused on how incredibly annoyed she was that they were still sitting here. Since their hands were so close to each other's, a burst of Riku's dark fire would probably melt them off, and the summoning of a Keyblade could get someone stabbed. That's it, she thought. She could wait no longer. Sora hadn't showed up, so she would just have to get them out of there herself.
Skyra was half a second away from reaching into her boot and pulling out that switchblade when Dr. Doppler's voice pierced her perception again, "I feel like such a useless...weakling!" he said miserably.
You can say that again, she thought as she turned to look at him, but then suddenly she realized an astonishing fact.
Dr. Doppler's hands were untied.
His head had been dropped into his open palms, whereas before they had been secured behind him. The tight rope had somehow come undone, hanging loosely about his arms. He looked up with surprise written all over his face, just now aware of this himself. "... With abnormally thin wrists," he concluded.
He brought his hands behind him again, Skyra watching curiously. "Ahem! Excuse me," he addressed the demon alien, "brutish pirate." The creature burped, rubbing his pot-belly as his looked up at him. "Yes, you. I have a question. Is it that your massive body is too large for your teeny tiny head, or is it that your teeny tiny head is too small for your BIG FAT BODY?"
The pirate glanced down at his gut, and then back up at Doppler with blazing yellow eyes. The small boat rocked as he stomped over, lifting the doctor by his collar so that their faces met. "I pummel you good!" said the pirate in his Russian accent, raising a fist for emphasis.
"Yes, I'm sure you will," replied Dr. Doppler rather boldly. "But before you do, I have one more question..." A plasma pistol whined to life as it was pressed against the pirate's stomach. "Is this yours?"
It looked down, mouth slightly agape at Dr. Doppler's weapon. Everyone else smiled.
... Okay, so I lied. The part that you guys never saw coming is actually going to happen next chapter. Because I had to write several other short stories for SCHOOL, I didn't get a whole lot of this done, hence the shortishness of the chapter. Sorry, but with me being me, I couldn't just let them turn out crappy! I think I may have also just discovered that I'm a slow thinker (maybe?), plus I get distracted easily...
Man, now I'm worried about college... I hear it's hard... X'(
Anyway, having all this other crap for school really just drained my creative reservoir, so I'm deeply sorry for the shortness. O'_'O You're all so disappointed, I know! I could have put this up sooner, but I kept trying to add to it in what little free time I had. But hey, we have our first Cyrus report! You haven't forgotten about him already, right? You know, he's the reason they were all sent to the new worlds and all... More on him later!
Don't worry Cheyenne, I didn't forget about you. Thank you so much for reviewing! 3
Okay, now I will explain the answer to the riddle. Because you can't tell which twin is which, you must ask a question that will yield the same answer from either one. To figure out which door leads to heaven, you must ask thus: "Which door would your brother point me to in order to get to heaven?"
Imagine you had asked this to the truth teller. He knows his brother is a liar, and if you had asked him which door leads to heaven, he would have lied and pointed to hell. Since this twin can only tell the truth, he will point you to hell. On the other hand, if you had asked the same question to the liar, he knows that his brother would point you to heaven. HOWEVER, he is still a liar, and as such will lie to you and point to hell. Either way, you now know which door leads to hell. Go through the other door.
XD. Well, see you next time everyone (and PRAY that school doesn't overload me again).
Next chapter: Treasure Planet begins to self-destruct, and THEN the big surprise happens! ;)
P.S.: Just because I'm so so so sorry about this chapter's lateness, I decided to post a poem I made for creative writing, which was of course based off of Kingdom Hearts. I will also be posting it up as a separate story, so please tell me if you liked it.
"We Are the Chain of Memories"
Anyone and everyone
Connected by a chain
A chain, a Chain of Memories,
The links that fade through time
Some are so precious, they're hidden away,
And no one remembers where
So remember, remember these fallen thoughts,
For a power is in there
Lost passions, hidden dreams, but beware
Lies that are rotten and fears long forgotten
Would we again these burdens bear?
If to find is to lose, and to lose is to find,
Would everyone remain themselves in Oblivions's tide?
Perhaps to forget is a good thing, too
We are who we are, and that is still true
So long as everyone remains apart of each other,
Our hearts will connect
Where all paths intersect
And again in this chain will reside as a brother
Don't forget to review! And have a Merry Christmas/ Hanukkah/ Cuanza, ect.!