I'm falling through a place that glows black and red and purple.
I feel a huge jerk throughout my body, as if someone is trying to pull me from the inside out.
Something is torn out of me, and I see nothing. I exist, but do not know.
A voice enters me. It fills my entirety, and I am it. It speaks words to me, words that I don't hear.
Suddenly, I can see. I'm standing in front of a huge black castle, far bigger than I've ever seen or imagined before. I hear the voice within me speak, but the sounds are merely vibrations. I realize what to do without hearing.
Entering and pushing back both doors with one hand each, I walk into the center of the room, where a bodysuit and armor sits.
Stepping into the red bodysuit, I strap on the black breastplate and examine it. The red-lightning-bolt outline of a heart is painted on. The red-painted metal mouth-and-nose cover is tied on next. A pair of black boots fits me perfectly. I attach the black metal shin and arm guards and finally the gauntlets. They're made of strong metal and are colored black.
A sword sits nearby on a stand. It resembles some sort of exotic wing of a leathery animal. It is black and red and I pick it up. I swing it around and bit and accidentally cleave the table in half with it.
My old clothes, I notice, are gone. These, I conclude, are mine to keep.
I step out and immediately think of a place with brightly lit signs and people strolling the streets. I am instantly there. A sign nearby states that this place is called Traverse Town. People walk by, occasionally nodding in acknowledgement.
For a moment, I remember(?) a boy with spiky, black hair and green eyes. His sad face lingers in my mind. Then, it's gone, and I'm free to do as I see fit.
I walk around the town, suddenly realizing that I'm not me. Somehow, someone else is in me! Or.am I somewhere else?
A live of verse drifts through my mind.
You can exist without a soul.
But you cannot exist as one.
I stop as I see a strange boy pass by me. He looks about 14, and he sports.a giant key?!
Keyblade.
Attack and take it.
Steal his heart.
The voice within me commands me to take on this boy. I raise my sword, and he notices me.
"W-who are you?" he asks.
"That is none of your concern. Now.hand over the Keyblade." I strike my fighting pose, not even aware that I had one.
"No! Sora, you can't attack her!"
A new voice. We both turn to see a tall mad clad in leather. His long brown hair and deep countenance make him seem so wise. Accompanying him is a girl with short hair and a neo-ninja outfit.
"Sora, she isn't a Heartless. She's being controlled!" the girl claims.
"What?" The boy, obviously Sora, looks confused.
The man spoke. "It happens when a heart is deemed useful and strong enough to use to fight. Her soul must've been sucked from her body. She's now being used. But in there is a regular girl who's probably very confused and scared. And hurt."
Sora puts down his sword. "What do we do?"
The man looks at me. "Now.we leave it to me. I wake her up the way I woke you up, Sora."
I'm confused, but the emotion is quickly deleted from me, as if someone didn't want me to feel it. I slash my sword at him, and we lock blades. What followed was a good ten minutes of brawling. Equal strengths, equal skills. We kept at it. Finally, he pulls a cheap move and while our swords are trying to overpower each other, he reaches over and punches me in the chest.
My wound from the lightning explodes in pain, and I double over. I look up through hazed eyes to see him, standing over me. The world turns fuzzy, and I fall over.
I feel a huge jerk throughout my body, as if someone is trying to pull me from the inside out.
Something is torn out of me, and I see nothing. I exist, but do not know.
A voice enters me. It fills my entirety, and I am it. It speaks words to me, words that I don't hear.
Suddenly, I can see. I'm standing in front of a huge black castle, far bigger than I've ever seen or imagined before. I hear the voice within me speak, but the sounds are merely vibrations. I realize what to do without hearing.
Entering and pushing back both doors with one hand each, I walk into the center of the room, where a bodysuit and armor sits.
Stepping into the red bodysuit, I strap on the black breastplate and examine it. The red-lightning-bolt outline of a heart is painted on. The red-painted metal mouth-and-nose cover is tied on next. A pair of black boots fits me perfectly. I attach the black metal shin and arm guards and finally the gauntlets. They're made of strong metal and are colored black.
A sword sits nearby on a stand. It resembles some sort of exotic wing of a leathery animal. It is black and red and I pick it up. I swing it around and bit and accidentally cleave the table in half with it.
My old clothes, I notice, are gone. These, I conclude, are mine to keep.
I step out and immediately think of a place with brightly lit signs and people strolling the streets. I am instantly there. A sign nearby states that this place is called Traverse Town. People walk by, occasionally nodding in acknowledgement.
For a moment, I remember(?) a boy with spiky, black hair and green eyes. His sad face lingers in my mind. Then, it's gone, and I'm free to do as I see fit.
I walk around the town, suddenly realizing that I'm not me. Somehow, someone else is in me! Or.am I somewhere else?
A live of verse drifts through my mind.
You can exist without a soul.
But you cannot exist as one.
I stop as I see a strange boy pass by me. He looks about 14, and he sports.a giant key?!
Keyblade.
Attack and take it.
Steal his heart.
The voice within me commands me to take on this boy. I raise my sword, and he notices me.
"W-who are you?" he asks.
"That is none of your concern. Now.hand over the Keyblade." I strike my fighting pose, not even aware that I had one.
"No! Sora, you can't attack her!"
A new voice. We both turn to see a tall mad clad in leather. His long brown hair and deep countenance make him seem so wise. Accompanying him is a girl with short hair and a neo-ninja outfit.
"Sora, she isn't a Heartless. She's being controlled!" the girl claims.
"What?" The boy, obviously Sora, looks confused.
The man spoke. "It happens when a heart is deemed useful and strong enough to use to fight. Her soul must've been sucked from her body. She's now being used. But in there is a regular girl who's probably very confused and scared. And hurt."
Sora puts down his sword. "What do we do?"
The man looks at me. "Now.we leave it to me. I wake her up the way I woke you up, Sora."
I'm confused, but the emotion is quickly deleted from me, as if someone didn't want me to feel it. I slash my sword at him, and we lock blades. What followed was a good ten minutes of brawling. Equal strengths, equal skills. We kept at it. Finally, he pulls a cheap move and while our swords are trying to overpower each other, he reaches over and punches me in the chest.
My wound from the lightning explodes in pain, and I double over. I look up through hazed eyes to see him, standing over me. The world turns fuzzy, and I fall over.