Hi? Hello! *Hears loud, echoing echo* Um…to anyone who stumbles on this, I'm Angel! Welcome me back, I've been gone awhile! Here's a new story, another sweet co-write between my brother and me. David plays himself, I play myself…you get the point.
Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Hearts, any of the Disney movies, or the Final Fantasy games. We do not profit from this or any other fan fiction. We write for the joy of writing.
If you've never seen any particular Disney movie or played Final Fantasy or Kingdom Hearts, don't worry. Usually, I explain stuff pretty well. So, here's our new story, the Triad of Keys.
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Chapter 1: By Thunder
In a world where time moves slowly, nothing seems impossible. The hearts of two children seem ordinary, seem so typical. Lying there, asleep in their cozy beds, wishing for something more. Hoping for something. Anything.
A young girl, with high, half-heart cheeks and a gently pointed chin, peaks around the corner of a wooden doorframe. Her deep blue eyes glitter in the faint starlight coming from a small window.
Her large feet seemed too big for her, but still did not make a sound as she tiptoed quietly to the bedside. She stared down at a boy, the same age with the same features. The only difference between the two, besides that she was noticeably feminine, was their hair. His was a dusty blond, while hers was a deep brown. She leaned over and stared at his face, stifling giggles.
**David**
I don't know what happened. I fell asleep and suddenly, I was falling. Falling through an endless abyss. A mysterious voice talks to me.
"So much to do, so little time... Take your time. Don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Now, step forward. Can you do it?"
A black creature appears.
"There will be times you have to fight. Keep your light burning strong."
And I defeated many of these little shadows. A door appeared, so out of place I had to touch it. But when I opened it…
"The day you will open the door is both far off and very near."
I fell again, and my friends asked me strange questions, questions I thought they would know. What was I afraid of? What was most important to me? What did I want out of life?
"But don't be afraid. You hold the mightiest weapon of all. So don't forget: You are one who will open the door. Only together will you succeed."
"David! David! Wake up! Mom said to get up!"
"Lemme alone," I grumbled.
"Get up, kid!"
"I'm up, I'm up."
"We get to play Kingdom Hearts!"
My twin sister smiled at me. She punched me lightly (which hurt anyway) and bounced airily out of the room. I ran a hand through my hair and got up to follow her.
"I had a really weird dream," I said.
"Not another one, kid," said Angel, grinning goofily besides. "You want to end up like Sora, doncha? I know you. You wouldn't last in one of those other worlds. You wouldn't survive."
I didn't answer her, but in my heart I wondered. I wondered if perhaps I would go to one of those worlds. And maybe, prove my sister wrong.
"Come on, race ya," said Angel. She took off down the stairs, leaving me still in one mode of thought.
Hmm…if I went to the Kingdom Hearts world, would I be another Keybearer? Would I be a wizard, like Merlin? Would I be a knight, like King Arthur? Would I be something else, like an elf or dwarf? I wondered.
"Your journey has only yet begun," said a strange voice behind me. I turned around sharply. No one was there.
"Who's there?"
"David!" Angel's faint voice reached my ears. "C'mon!"
I walked down the stairs after my sister wondering if I was starting to hear things.
**Angel**
My brother made his way down the stairs, totally lost in thought. I wonder what's gotten into that boy. He's a mystery, even to me. And I've known him his whole life. I'll bet he was really quiet when he was born, too. He's so quiet now.
"Hey, Angel," said David, messing with a lock of his dusty blond hair. I was always envious of it. It was the same length as mine (about shoulder length), but his looked better. Always had. Pictures don't lie.
"Yeah, babe?"
"You said that I wouldn't survive if we went to another world," he said. "What about you? Do you think you would?"
That stopped me cold. Would I? Would I be able to survive in a different place like that? I was used to moving, of course. But going to another place, another time, not being able to see my mom or dad again? Maybe I would. Probably not.
"Yeah, I would," I grinned. "I'm strong enough."
"You're lying," David said.
"I know."
David knew me better than anyone.
**David**
Angel and I live in Norfolk, Virginia, in a boring world. We live in the only world power on planet Earth. So, we're safe, we're sound, we lack all manner of adventure. The only thing we have is video games. Our current favorite was Kingdom Hearts, which is where our earlier conversations came from.
Kingdom Hearts, from what I can grasp, is about Disney and Final Fantasy characters just being thrown all together into a huge story breaking off into several different ministories. What I gather is that this new character, Sora, Donald (a wizard), and Goofy (a knight), fight these evil creatures called Heartless. The only scene I've seen is the one where Sora, Donald, and Goofy join forces to find King Mickey, something to do with "Keyholes", and Sora's friends, Kairi and Riku. I also gathered that there were two other keys that were needed to complete the "locking of worlds."
And finally, I would get to start my own game.
The opening screen showed Sora, a fourteen-year-old boy with brown hair and large blue eyes. I heard some strange, sad music in the background. I selected "New Game" with sparkling eyes.
The scene was uncanny with my dream. I'd never seen this before! And yet I saw the same scene unfolded. I saw Sora fall asleep and wake up to fight these strange black figures. I saw Sora's friends asking the same questions of him. Were Sora and I one in the same? Or was it just some kind of weird coincidence? Maybe I was really starting to go insane or something.
Finally, a girl with short red hair shook Sora awake. Her name was Kairi. She reminded me of Angel, in every way. Why? Why was this all so familiar? I saved the game inside a small shack, glad that at least this didn't appear familiar.
"David, Angel, time for bed!" Mom shouted from the kitchen.
"What?" I whispered. "But I just woke up!"
"You're kidding me, right?" Angel stared at me. "It took you eight hours to get to the beach!? Sure you didn't fall asleep again?"
"I g-guess I did…"
And I went to bed, feeling as if I'd just woken up an hour before.
**Angel**
"A storm!" I scampered out of bed. "David! David, it's a storm!"
I loved storms, especially the lightning and water swells. My brother thinks it's weird that I like things that could easily kill us both, but I guess that's just me.
"Wha? What? Did I miss something?" My tousled little brother stared at me with sleep-blurred eyes.
"There's a storm! Come on!"
"And your point is?" he yawned.
"Let's check out the river, come on," I said, pulling on a pair of carpo blue jeans. I also picked up one of my packs. I always had a simple provision bag ready in case I wanted to sleep over at Sephie's house at the last minute. They'd come in handy several times.
I dragged my brother out of bed and shoved a pair of jeans and some other miscellaneous clothes into his hands. Grabbing a jacket and a t-shirt, both of which I'd decked out with numerous pockets, I headed out the door.
The minute I did, I regretted it. Sucking up anything in its path was a spiraling tornado, unheard of in the huge city of Norfolk. Wind whipped the grass at my feet and pulled me toward the black vortex. It seemed to be even more deadly and dark than others I'd seen before. David appeared at the door, unaware. I shoved him back into the house and ran as fast as I could toward the bathroom, but too late.
The wind swiped my feet out from under me. The strap on my bag tore, but I clung on, despite whatever misgivings I had about materialism. I caught one final glimpse of my brother before the world around me went dark, for what I felt was the last time.
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Yeah, I know, not my best work. David gets more impatient as he gets older, I think. LOL. Well, constructive criticism is nice. So's flames, but keep it PG-13. ^__^ Dee's only 10, peeps. Ja ne!