Author's Notes: Yey! After months of writer's block, I am able to think of
a plot for chapter 8. Hope u like it! =)
Chapter 8: Existence
It had been hours since Donald and Goofy passed Glaze town, home of the Specters. They were now walking on a deserted "lifeless" road. It was as if a huge hurricane devoured the environment. There was not a single sound except their sprinting footsteps and the soft blow of the wind. They halted and found themselves on a path that was split into two.
"Quack. I wonder which path to take.?" Donald mumbled. "Uhhh. I don't know." Goofy said lazily. "Of course you don't know! You don't know anything! I'm just talking to myself!" Donald shouted.
Suddenly, Donald snapped his fingers as if he had thought of a great idea. He closed his eyes and rotated three times. Wobbling from side to side because of his dizziness, he pointed at a direction.
"There! We go to the right!" Donald shouted. "Uhhh. Are you sure?" Goofy asked. "Don't you trust me!? If you can find a better idea than this, then we'll use it! Can you!? Huh!? Can you!?" ". Okay. Whatever you say." Goofy said, gloomily.
They walked cautiously as they entered the path they had taken. Soon, they were walking on the endless road while tall dark trees started to cover the area. It was getting darker and darker as they went deeper until nothing could be seen except darkness.
***
Darkness.
A boy was lying down on a flat surface. He seemed to be unconscious as if he had been knocked out from an intense battle. His eyes began to blink, arms began to push his body up, and his feet began to stand. His head started to burn in pain as if a metallic club hit it. He wiggled to wear the pain off, but it rendered useless. He finally came to his senses, and found himself in total darkness. He could not see where he was moving. He could not see what roam the area. He could be in a den of Heartless, but he could also be. Dead.
"Where am I?" He thought.
He was walking in circles as he tried to find the exit to this never- ending space. There were no corners or edges to limit his walk. It seemed that everywhere he went, it was similar, if not the same, as the previous area. He gave up on walking. He figured that it was futile to find even an exit.
"How do I even know that I'm taking myself somewhere.?"
Suddenly, the flat surface just vanished out of thin air, and he found himself floating. He was floating like a balloon. He was not moving, but there was some sort of force that was making him move or at least he was feeling it.
"How do you know that this is even a place without actually seeing anything? That is the question."
He heard a voice. He tried to find and followed where the voice was echoing, but it was as if it came from all corners. He tried to be still, but he kept on moving. He felt that the voice was near him.
"Who are you?!" He shouted. "Who? You ask? How do you know I am a person?" The voice argued. "What are you then?" "What am I? How do you know I am some sort of matter?" "I could hear you.." He debated. "Are you sure? Can you see my figure? Can you even tell where my voice is coming from?"
He knew from the start that he could not determine where the voice was. He looked around, but he could not determine how the figure looked like. He thought that it might be just too dark for anything to be seen.
"No. It's too dark." He said. "Hmmm.. Then. How can you say that I even exist and I'm not some sort of 'figment' of your imagination?" "I could hear you."
He could not think of any other reason or explanation to say, but his hearing. His mind began turning thinking of a better answer, but he always ended up with that. It was just a simple question, but it was too deep for him or for anyone.
"Hearing does not necessarily mean that I exist." "What are you getting at? What's it to me? Why would I care about existence?" ". Good question. Because you might not exist at all."
It struck him. His eyes suddenly widened. He was speechless. He could not think of anything to say. Everything started to turn in his mind. He wanted to be angry, but he thought it might be true. He was, after all, in a space that he could not explain. He could even be in a non- existing place.
"You're lying. I'm still here, and I'm going to find a way to escape this darkness." "Haha! Really now? Can you prove that this space even exists? A place in total darkness without corners or edges; how can you say it exists?" "I've had enough of your thoughts! Leave me alone!" He shouted.
Suddenly, the voice started form some sort of figure although translucent like a ghost. He gasped. He saw himself floating in front of him. It captured his whole image; even his mannerisms. It was as if he was looking at a mirror. It was stoic at first, but soon began to smile and stared at him.
"This is not possible! You're. You're." He gasped. "Me? Is that what you want to say? But I can also say that. You're me." "NO! I'm the real one! I'm Sora!" He shouted back. "Well then. Prove it! Prove that you exist! Prove that I'm not Sora!"
Sora gulped as he thought of an explanation. All of these ideologies were making his mind rotate. He did not want to accept it, but as much as he wanted to deny it, what his "image" was saying could be true. If he could not explain where he was, how else could he explain how he can exist?
". Been silent for a minute now. Can't you prove it? If you can't prove that you exist, then it's the same as being dead." "I exist. That's all there is." Sora murmured.
A flash of light appeared before them. An image suddenly appeared. It was him floating inside a cylindrical glass. He saw himself covered with a black aura. Sora's mouth hung low and his eyes widened as he saw this scene.
"Who is that then? Isn't that. you or me?" ". Give my body back!" "Too bad! It's too late. You can't exist anymore without a body. What's the use of the mind without the body? You can't exist without having that or the other. "I'll find a way." Sora mumbled. "Hahaha! Just watch and enjoy the show. In a matter of time, even your mind will vanish, and I can then be called. 'Sora'." "NO!!!" He screamed.
***
Sora opened his eyes, and went back to reality. He was breathing heavily, and realized that he was inside the glassed cylinder. He breathed heavily and sighed that the "nightmare" was over. However, deep inside him, he could feel that something was not right. It was as if two minds were fighting one against the other.
He banged the prison that he was trapped in. He was trying to break free from the darkness that was devouring him. Finally, he saw a crack on the lower part of the glass. He glided down and kicked it intensely. The crack got bigger and bigger every time he had kicked it. After the tenth kick, he was able to break the glass. He jumped out of it and ran through the dark halls. Opal saw him running through the endless hall. She tried to chase him, but someone grabbed her from the back.
"Let the boy go. He'll return." A voice said. "But. Are you sure?" She rebutted. "Are you questioning my reliability?" "No. Forgive me. As you wish." Opal knelt.
The mysterious cloaked figure vanished again out of her site. Opal stood up and went into the darkness, making her disappear out of site. She was going up to the tower where her room was when suddenly a young girl popped out of nowhere. She jumped out of her shock.
"Why do everyone pop out just like that in front of me!?" She shouted. "I'm sorry sis. But I have something to say." She whispered. "What is it this time, Amethyst?" "The girl. She's inside the Door of Trials. She might want to attain 'the skill'." "Are you serious? But, not everyone could attain that. Even 'he' could not attain it. Unless." Opal said. "Unless?" "She's a 'Keeper of the Chaste'; a person who is unblemished of the corruptions of the world. It might be possible. After all, 'he' needs all three of them." She explained. "What do we do? I cannot enter it anymore. It had been sealed before I could even enter." "Let her be for now. It might be an advantage to 'his' plan."
Amethyst vanished again leaving Opal behind. She reached the top of the tower and looked outside the brick layered window as if in deep thought about what her sister had just said. Her eyes could be seen as if she was hoping; hoping to be salvaged by someone as if she was in some sort of cage. She looked down and made a faint smile, and vanished again in the darkness.
***
Sora was successful in escaping the dark dwelling of Kingdom Hearts. He was able to exit its gates, and free himself from the darkness or so he thought. He was running for more than a kilometer when suddenly his head started to ache. He screamed in pain as if two opposing forces were fighting each other inside of his head. After some time, he fell to the ground and lay unconscious.
End of Chapter 8.
*Thanks for reading! Please review! =)
Chapter 8: Existence
It had been hours since Donald and Goofy passed Glaze town, home of the Specters. They were now walking on a deserted "lifeless" road. It was as if a huge hurricane devoured the environment. There was not a single sound except their sprinting footsteps and the soft blow of the wind. They halted and found themselves on a path that was split into two.
"Quack. I wonder which path to take.?" Donald mumbled. "Uhhh. I don't know." Goofy said lazily. "Of course you don't know! You don't know anything! I'm just talking to myself!" Donald shouted.
Suddenly, Donald snapped his fingers as if he had thought of a great idea. He closed his eyes and rotated three times. Wobbling from side to side because of his dizziness, he pointed at a direction.
"There! We go to the right!" Donald shouted. "Uhhh. Are you sure?" Goofy asked. "Don't you trust me!? If you can find a better idea than this, then we'll use it! Can you!? Huh!? Can you!?" ". Okay. Whatever you say." Goofy said, gloomily.
They walked cautiously as they entered the path they had taken. Soon, they were walking on the endless road while tall dark trees started to cover the area. It was getting darker and darker as they went deeper until nothing could be seen except darkness.
***
Darkness.
A boy was lying down on a flat surface. He seemed to be unconscious as if he had been knocked out from an intense battle. His eyes began to blink, arms began to push his body up, and his feet began to stand. His head started to burn in pain as if a metallic club hit it. He wiggled to wear the pain off, but it rendered useless. He finally came to his senses, and found himself in total darkness. He could not see where he was moving. He could not see what roam the area. He could be in a den of Heartless, but he could also be. Dead.
"Where am I?" He thought.
He was walking in circles as he tried to find the exit to this never- ending space. There were no corners or edges to limit his walk. It seemed that everywhere he went, it was similar, if not the same, as the previous area. He gave up on walking. He figured that it was futile to find even an exit.
"How do I even know that I'm taking myself somewhere.?"
Suddenly, the flat surface just vanished out of thin air, and he found himself floating. He was floating like a balloon. He was not moving, but there was some sort of force that was making him move or at least he was feeling it.
"How do you know that this is even a place without actually seeing anything? That is the question."
He heard a voice. He tried to find and followed where the voice was echoing, but it was as if it came from all corners. He tried to be still, but he kept on moving. He felt that the voice was near him.
"Who are you?!" He shouted. "Who? You ask? How do you know I am a person?" The voice argued. "What are you then?" "What am I? How do you know I am some sort of matter?" "I could hear you.." He debated. "Are you sure? Can you see my figure? Can you even tell where my voice is coming from?"
He knew from the start that he could not determine where the voice was. He looked around, but he could not determine how the figure looked like. He thought that it might be just too dark for anything to be seen.
"No. It's too dark." He said. "Hmmm.. Then. How can you say that I even exist and I'm not some sort of 'figment' of your imagination?" "I could hear you."
He could not think of any other reason or explanation to say, but his hearing. His mind began turning thinking of a better answer, but he always ended up with that. It was just a simple question, but it was too deep for him or for anyone.
"Hearing does not necessarily mean that I exist." "What are you getting at? What's it to me? Why would I care about existence?" ". Good question. Because you might not exist at all."
It struck him. His eyes suddenly widened. He was speechless. He could not think of anything to say. Everything started to turn in his mind. He wanted to be angry, but he thought it might be true. He was, after all, in a space that he could not explain. He could even be in a non- existing place.
"You're lying. I'm still here, and I'm going to find a way to escape this darkness." "Haha! Really now? Can you prove that this space even exists? A place in total darkness without corners or edges; how can you say it exists?" "I've had enough of your thoughts! Leave me alone!" He shouted.
Suddenly, the voice started form some sort of figure although translucent like a ghost. He gasped. He saw himself floating in front of him. It captured his whole image; even his mannerisms. It was as if he was looking at a mirror. It was stoic at first, but soon began to smile and stared at him.
"This is not possible! You're. You're." He gasped. "Me? Is that what you want to say? But I can also say that. You're me." "NO! I'm the real one! I'm Sora!" He shouted back. "Well then. Prove it! Prove that you exist! Prove that I'm not Sora!"
Sora gulped as he thought of an explanation. All of these ideologies were making his mind rotate. He did not want to accept it, but as much as he wanted to deny it, what his "image" was saying could be true. If he could not explain where he was, how else could he explain how he can exist?
". Been silent for a minute now. Can't you prove it? If you can't prove that you exist, then it's the same as being dead." "I exist. That's all there is." Sora murmured.
A flash of light appeared before them. An image suddenly appeared. It was him floating inside a cylindrical glass. He saw himself covered with a black aura. Sora's mouth hung low and his eyes widened as he saw this scene.
"Who is that then? Isn't that. you or me?" ". Give my body back!" "Too bad! It's too late. You can't exist anymore without a body. What's the use of the mind without the body? You can't exist without having that or the other. "I'll find a way." Sora mumbled. "Hahaha! Just watch and enjoy the show. In a matter of time, even your mind will vanish, and I can then be called. 'Sora'." "NO!!!" He screamed.
***
Sora opened his eyes, and went back to reality. He was breathing heavily, and realized that he was inside the glassed cylinder. He breathed heavily and sighed that the "nightmare" was over. However, deep inside him, he could feel that something was not right. It was as if two minds were fighting one against the other.
He banged the prison that he was trapped in. He was trying to break free from the darkness that was devouring him. Finally, he saw a crack on the lower part of the glass. He glided down and kicked it intensely. The crack got bigger and bigger every time he had kicked it. After the tenth kick, he was able to break the glass. He jumped out of it and ran through the dark halls. Opal saw him running through the endless hall. She tried to chase him, but someone grabbed her from the back.
"Let the boy go. He'll return." A voice said. "But. Are you sure?" She rebutted. "Are you questioning my reliability?" "No. Forgive me. As you wish." Opal knelt.
The mysterious cloaked figure vanished again out of her site. Opal stood up and went into the darkness, making her disappear out of site. She was going up to the tower where her room was when suddenly a young girl popped out of nowhere. She jumped out of her shock.
"Why do everyone pop out just like that in front of me!?" She shouted. "I'm sorry sis. But I have something to say." She whispered. "What is it this time, Amethyst?" "The girl. She's inside the Door of Trials. She might want to attain 'the skill'." "Are you serious? But, not everyone could attain that. Even 'he' could not attain it. Unless." Opal said. "Unless?" "She's a 'Keeper of the Chaste'; a person who is unblemished of the corruptions of the world. It might be possible. After all, 'he' needs all three of them." She explained. "What do we do? I cannot enter it anymore. It had been sealed before I could even enter." "Let her be for now. It might be an advantage to 'his' plan."
Amethyst vanished again leaving Opal behind. She reached the top of the tower and looked outside the brick layered window as if in deep thought about what her sister had just said. Her eyes could be seen as if she was hoping; hoping to be salvaged by someone as if she was in some sort of cage. She looked down and made a faint smile, and vanished again in the darkness.
***
Sora was successful in escaping the dark dwelling of Kingdom Hearts. He was able to exit its gates, and free himself from the darkness or so he thought. He was running for more than a kilometer when suddenly his head started to ache. He screamed in pain as if two opposing forces were fighting each other inside of his head. After some time, he fell to the ground and lay unconscious.
End of Chapter 8.
*Thanks for reading! Please review! =)