A DARK WORLD
Sora stumbled over an unseen pile of rocks and landed on top of Donald.
"Hey, get off of me!" Donald exclaimed in his annoying nasal voice.
"Sorry, I wasn't. Looking w-where I was going." Said Sora slowly hesitantly getting back up.
"Duh, Sora, are you cryin'?" Goofy questioned in his concerned hick- like accent.
"NO! Of course, N-Not." Sora exclaimed viciously whipping his eyes and sniffing his nose.
"Nah, he probably just has a cold." Said Donald, suddenly annoyed at the both of them.
"NO! I. ah. Let's just keep going." Said Sora as he began to walk again. This world was very cold. It was an unsettling cold that seemed to weigh you down. Sora was determined to keep moving. He grasped his key blade until it hurt just to see if he could still feel pain. Feeling something was better to succumbing to entire-body-numbness.
"Sora." Said Donald not willing to move. "We should find a place to spend the night."
Sora kept going as he pulled his hood over his head. "No, I need to find Riku, so I can go back to Kai." Sora stopped for a second to ponder and then kept walking. Donald and goofy chased after him and eventually caught up.
"Duh, I really think we autta be finding a warm place ta stay." Goofy wavered. "Or you're goanna end up like a block a ice."
"I don't care." Sora replied trying to fight against the raging wind. For every time he moved ahead one foot, the wind sent him back two feet. They walked in silence for about an hour or so. Donald and Goofy were just about to leave when Sora suddenly stopped.
"What is it Sora?" Donald questioned looking straight ahead.
"I, thought I heard something." said Sora looking around for a second and then sustained moving once more, afraid that if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to continue again.
"Sora, I'm serious, look, there's icicles hanging off of your hair, and it isn't even raining! I think we'd better stop." Donald ordered.
"No! I can't." said Sora, the cold was beginning to get to him and his eyes began to water. The tears burnt his frost bitten cheeks.
Donald and Goofy stopped moving and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Sora, but." Donald began.
"We can't do this anymore, either we stop or, duh, you can just go on without us," said Goofy firmly.
"Fine! I don't need you guys. I can do this myself." Sora replied. "You two just slow me down anyway."
Donald and Goofy looked at each other in disappointment.
"Well, goodbye Sora." Said Donald as they watched him disappear into the darkness.
Sora didn't think twice about it, he just kept going. Now his watery eyes suddenly turned into painful tears. He pushed himself to keep going. He couldn't even see anything, blinded by tears and darkness. He needed to keep going, to find Riku. He had no idea where he was going or what he was even doing out there. Sora wandered blindly through the world and he felt the sheer cold take over his body. He couldn't feel anything now. He tried gripping his key blade for comfort but no pain came to him not even a little pressure. Nothing was there. The only pain he felt was gripping at his heart, yanking at it as if attempting to rip it out of him and break it up into a million tiny pieces. At least, he thought, he still felt that. But it wasn't at all a pleasant feeling. He had to survive this, to get back to Kairi, to keep his promise. He himself had no idea if he could keep his promise. Promises are only made to be broken, right? He only prayed that fate would be kind, just this once.
Sora seemed to be wandering mindlessly in all directions; he couldn't stay in a straight line and kept stumbling over nothing. He eventually just collapsed finding no inner strength to carry him on. He tried to get up, but the only thing he could do was struggle. The key blade carried him back down it was too heavy for his completely numb fingers to grip. He lied on the ground, giving into everything, putting his life in the hands of destiny. There was nothing he could do. He tried to stay awake though, for he knew that if he fell asleep he might not wake up again. Sora was surrounded by darkness; he made out the slightest distinction of trees. There were no stars in the sky. It was hard to make the distinction between the sky and the ground. He could feel the wind seep right threw him as if he wasn't even there at all. Sleep began to take over him. A meaningless effort indeed. Fighting it was pointless; Sora didn't have the strength or the patients to stay awake any longer and gave into it just as a heavy snow began to blow over the world.
Sora stumbled over an unseen pile of rocks and landed on top of Donald.
"Hey, get off of me!" Donald exclaimed in his annoying nasal voice.
"Sorry, I wasn't. Looking w-where I was going." Said Sora slowly hesitantly getting back up.
"Duh, Sora, are you cryin'?" Goofy questioned in his concerned hick- like accent.
"NO! Of course, N-Not." Sora exclaimed viciously whipping his eyes and sniffing his nose.
"Nah, he probably just has a cold." Said Donald, suddenly annoyed at the both of them.
"NO! I. ah. Let's just keep going." Said Sora as he began to walk again. This world was very cold. It was an unsettling cold that seemed to weigh you down. Sora was determined to keep moving. He grasped his key blade until it hurt just to see if he could still feel pain. Feeling something was better to succumbing to entire-body-numbness.
"Sora." Said Donald not willing to move. "We should find a place to spend the night."
Sora kept going as he pulled his hood over his head. "No, I need to find Riku, so I can go back to Kai." Sora stopped for a second to ponder and then kept walking. Donald and goofy chased after him and eventually caught up.
"Duh, I really think we autta be finding a warm place ta stay." Goofy wavered. "Or you're goanna end up like a block a ice."
"I don't care." Sora replied trying to fight against the raging wind. For every time he moved ahead one foot, the wind sent him back two feet. They walked in silence for about an hour or so. Donald and Goofy were just about to leave when Sora suddenly stopped.
"What is it Sora?" Donald questioned looking straight ahead.
"I, thought I heard something." said Sora looking around for a second and then sustained moving once more, afraid that if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to continue again.
"Sora, I'm serious, look, there's icicles hanging off of your hair, and it isn't even raining! I think we'd better stop." Donald ordered.
"No! I can't." said Sora, the cold was beginning to get to him and his eyes began to water. The tears burnt his frost bitten cheeks.
Donald and Goofy stopped moving and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Sora, but." Donald began.
"We can't do this anymore, either we stop or, duh, you can just go on without us," said Goofy firmly.
"Fine! I don't need you guys. I can do this myself." Sora replied. "You two just slow me down anyway."
Donald and Goofy looked at each other in disappointment.
"Well, goodbye Sora." Said Donald as they watched him disappear into the darkness.
Sora didn't think twice about it, he just kept going. Now his watery eyes suddenly turned into painful tears. He pushed himself to keep going. He couldn't even see anything, blinded by tears and darkness. He needed to keep going, to find Riku. He had no idea where he was going or what he was even doing out there. Sora wandered blindly through the world and he felt the sheer cold take over his body. He couldn't feel anything now. He tried gripping his key blade for comfort but no pain came to him not even a little pressure. Nothing was there. The only pain he felt was gripping at his heart, yanking at it as if attempting to rip it out of him and break it up into a million tiny pieces. At least, he thought, he still felt that. But it wasn't at all a pleasant feeling. He had to survive this, to get back to Kairi, to keep his promise. He himself had no idea if he could keep his promise. Promises are only made to be broken, right? He only prayed that fate would be kind, just this once.
Sora seemed to be wandering mindlessly in all directions; he couldn't stay in a straight line and kept stumbling over nothing. He eventually just collapsed finding no inner strength to carry him on. He tried to get up, but the only thing he could do was struggle. The key blade carried him back down it was too heavy for his completely numb fingers to grip. He lied on the ground, giving into everything, putting his life in the hands of destiny. There was nothing he could do. He tried to stay awake though, for he knew that if he fell asleep he might not wake up again. Sora was surrounded by darkness; he made out the slightest distinction of trees. There were no stars in the sky. It was hard to make the distinction between the sky and the ground. He could feel the wind seep right threw him as if he wasn't even there at all. Sleep began to take over him. A meaningless effort indeed. Fighting it was pointless; Sora didn't have the strength or the patients to stay awake any longer and gave into it just as a heavy snow began to blow over the world.
