-Kingdom Hearts-
"You don't know enough...you understand so little...There is still so much to learn."
I do understand. I do know now. For I have learned.
"The keyblade can't seal the door to darkness..."
True...it wont, it never did. Never will...
"Open your heart to darkness."
I did, gods, I did it once Never again. I am stronger now. Stronger...
"In every heart there is darkness. Even in yours, keymaster."
In my heart... I don't know any longer what rests within it. I wonder if I ever did...
"It all returns to darkness."
Okay, could you please shut up about your darkness? This is getting really annoying. As if I haven't enough of darkness around here already. One would think, after all that time (How long has it been anyway?) I have spend here my eyes would have adjusted, but still blackness surrounds me, only broken by the faintest contours, glowing a weak red, smears of crimson, pulsing, like blood oozing out of dark, infested wound. Maybe those gashes of colour are wounds, wounds in the heart of worlds. Torn by claws, teeth and swords. Few once, now appearing at a alarming rate. This world is dying. Slowly but surely. And I can't stop it. Not here. Not enclosed within it. A part of it. I will die too if I stay. Not that I do not deserve it. But what of the others? All those people in their different worlds? What about them? What will happen to them when the Heart of the Worlds dies? The centre of it all...
"Darkness."
You again.
"You know what must be done. You know which mistake was made."
Yes.
"You want to save them, beware them from what awaits them."
Yes, but...
"You hold the key..."
But the Door of Light, only-
"The Key to Darkness."
No! Never! Never again will I use that key! I would rather rot here!
"Suit yourself. Die with a clear conscience. I am sure your friends will feel better about dying that way."
Bastard! You son of a...shit, I can't even insult you without insulting myself.
"Poor baby."
I hate you.
"The feeling is mutual."
Creaking leather, coldness under my finger tips, the scraping of metal against the ground. I don't look down, don't want to a knowledge it. I don't need to see the dark blade in my hand, the razor sharp edges and spikes, the weight too familiar to me, heavier than the keyblade I have become used to. I can hear tiny feet scurrying away, hisses, pain, anger, fear, heavy masses slowly moving away, tremors running through the ground with every step, the flutter of wings above me, the clicking of spider like legs against stone ...They recognise it, know it for what it is. What it stands for... Destruction.
Why are you helping me?
"I am helping myself."
Lids fall closed, or do they? I can't tell the difference. Heavy breathing, the pounding of my heart, or is it even mine? So loud, as if the whole word is shaking with me. Waiting...
"Do it."
Trembling, cold, slowly loosing vertigo, too long ago that I last did it, unused. I had hoped that I would never have to call upon those powers again. Something in me slowly wilts and dies as I feel it unravelling, like a snake uncoiling, sending hot poison through my veins. Still trembling, while another part of me screams in joy and greedily latches onto power, moulding it, forcing raw energy to obey its... my will. I think, I can actually hear reality tear. Violet light behind my lids, painfully bright.
Laughter...
"Finally!"
Enveloped, electric static, coldness so intense it freezes the marrow in my bones. Then, falling. My eyes fly open. Velvet blackness, not the unpenetratable one of Kingdom Hearts, but pin pricked by dots of silver light. A nightsky.
Free...
"Free..."
Our last thought before I hit the ground and consciousness leaves me.
"You don't know enough...you understand so little...There is still so much to learn."
I do understand. I do know now. For I have learned.
"The keyblade can't seal the door to darkness..."
True...it wont, it never did. Never will...
"Open your heart to darkness."
I did, gods, I did it once Never again. I am stronger now. Stronger...
"In every heart there is darkness. Even in yours, keymaster."
In my heart... I don't know any longer what rests within it. I wonder if I ever did...
"It all returns to darkness."
Okay, could you please shut up about your darkness? This is getting really annoying. As if I haven't enough of darkness around here already. One would think, after all that time (How long has it been anyway?) I have spend here my eyes would have adjusted, but still blackness surrounds me, only broken by the faintest contours, glowing a weak red, smears of crimson, pulsing, like blood oozing out of dark, infested wound. Maybe those gashes of colour are wounds, wounds in the heart of worlds. Torn by claws, teeth and swords. Few once, now appearing at a alarming rate. This world is dying. Slowly but surely. And I can't stop it. Not here. Not enclosed within it. A part of it. I will die too if I stay. Not that I do not deserve it. But what of the others? All those people in their different worlds? What about them? What will happen to them when the Heart of the Worlds dies? The centre of it all...
"Darkness."
You again.
"You know what must be done. You know which mistake was made."
Yes.
"You want to save them, beware them from what awaits them."
Yes, but...
"You hold the key..."
But the Door of Light, only-
"The Key to Darkness."
No! Never! Never again will I use that key! I would rather rot here!
"Suit yourself. Die with a clear conscience. I am sure your friends will feel better about dying that way."
Bastard! You son of a...shit, I can't even insult you without insulting myself.
"Poor baby."
I hate you.
"The feeling is mutual."
Creaking leather, coldness under my finger tips, the scraping of metal against the ground. I don't look down, don't want to a knowledge it. I don't need to see the dark blade in my hand, the razor sharp edges and spikes, the weight too familiar to me, heavier than the keyblade I have become used to. I can hear tiny feet scurrying away, hisses, pain, anger, fear, heavy masses slowly moving away, tremors running through the ground with every step, the flutter of wings above me, the clicking of spider like legs against stone ...They recognise it, know it for what it is. What it stands for... Destruction.
Why are you helping me?
"I am helping myself."
Lids fall closed, or do they? I can't tell the difference. Heavy breathing, the pounding of my heart, or is it even mine? So loud, as if the whole word is shaking with me. Waiting...
"Do it."
Trembling, cold, slowly loosing vertigo, too long ago that I last did it, unused. I had hoped that I would never have to call upon those powers again. Something in me slowly wilts and dies as I feel it unravelling, like a snake uncoiling, sending hot poison through my veins. Still trembling, while another part of me screams in joy and greedily latches onto power, moulding it, forcing raw energy to obey its... my will. I think, I can actually hear reality tear. Violet light behind my lids, painfully bright.
Laughter...
"Finally!"
Enveloped, electric static, coldness so intense it freezes the marrow in my bones. Then, falling. My eyes fly open. Velvet blackness, not the unpenetratable one of Kingdom Hearts, but pin pricked by dots of silver light. A nightsky.
Free...
"Free..."
Our last thought before I hit the ground and consciousness leaves me.