"Your Turn."
By: Catty Engles
"Kairi." The corners of Mickey's mouth twitched.
"KAIRI!? Really! Kairi! She's okay!" Sora had jumped out of the chair but sat down very fast. "Sorry." Sora apologized.
Mickey shook his head, "No need to apologize. I have to talk to you about something else." Mickey suddenly became grave. Sora cocked his head. "Sora, you are still a keyblade master, I am not. My keyblade is tangible, and therefore, could be retained by Kingdom Hearts, I had to. . . let it go. As I suspected, Kairi is the new keyblade master."
Sora gaped. "No. . . I have to protect her! She could get HURT! Mickey, I've got to find her now!" Sora leaped up again, but Mickey restrained him this time.
"That's what I needed to talk to you about. Sora, your journey will be harder this time. The worlds haven't been entirely connected." Mickey looked too serious for idle conversation.
"What do you mean- entirely?" Sora asked, plainly confused.
"The hearts of the worlds have always been connected through Kingdom Hearts, only select passageways have been sealed, until now. You can travel through the hearts, Sora." Mickey seemed to be pleading with Sora to understand.
"Through the heart?" Sora was skeptical. This sounded like something Selphie would come up with.
"Yes, and select passageways mean select -uh- passer-throughers." Mickey finished ungracefully.
Sora nodded, attempting to appear sage-like. Mickey had to hide a smile. Sora was obviously confused. He tried to explain, "A heart is not tangible. We are. The keyblade is both." Sora summoned the keyblade automatically, expecting to see the Spellbinder, the most recent key chain he had applied. The dull glint of the Kingdom Key reflected in Sora's amazed eyes.
"Mickey, I-"
"It has begun." Mickey smiled.
***
Sweat beaded on Thistle's body. She flung off the coverlet and sat on the side of her bed, breathing raggedly.
"Thistle, you're twenty now, not fourteen. You're over this, no more nightmares." She wiped perspiration from her upper lip and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair. "Dandin's here, remember?" Thistle vainly tried to comfort herself. She closed her eyes to collect her bearings.
The amethyst eyes stared back at her. Cropped raven hair, black enough to rival the darkness it faded into, rimmed an ivory face. Her face, Thistle's face, but at the same time not. She opened her eyes.
Frigid air whipped through her room.
The cold was searching.
An aqua heart faded into darkness.
***
"Eggs!" Kairi's eyes fluttered open. She groggily sat up in bed and heard a soft knock on the door.
"Are you decent, Kairi?" Dandin's voice sounded muffled through the wood. Kairi looked down at herself. She had slept in her clothes. Still a tank and short skirt, both mainly lavender, her favorite color.
"Yes!" She yelled back. In burst Dandin. Two steaming plates of scrambled eggs, one sprinkled generously with pepper and cheese, were balanced precariously on both his hands. Kairi quickly grabbed the plain one, lest she have breakfast in bed- literally. Dandin set the other on a table by Kairi's bed. He mouthed 'one second' to Kairi and disappeared out the door.
Kairi pulled herself from bed and plopped into a chair. She hadn't noticed that her bedroom featured dining accommodations. It wasn't much: a small table and chairs grouped around the meager space.
For the second time Dandin burst through the doors, this time frog- marching a very grumpy Thistle. She wrenched herself away from him and grabbed some flatware, eating steadily off the pepper and cheese plate. Dandin frowned at her but only momentarily. He produced another plate from behind his back, eggs sunny side up.
"I'm sorry Kairi. I didn't know how you like your eggs." Kairi eyed Dandin's gooey yellow yolk running over undercooked whites and gulped.
"Scrambled is fine with me." She dug in. Thistle seemed to brighten after getting some food in her.
She began to talk, "Kairi, do you know any magic?" Kairi shrugged. Anything seemed possible, heck, she was in a different world! Who said magic isn't real?
Dandin and Thistle exchanged looks. "Today?" Dandin whined reluctantly.
"Today." Affirmed Thistle.
***
"Now really concentrate this time!" Kairi aimed the keyblade at the bench again.
"Fire!"
Nothing.
Thistle blew a strand of hair away from her face. She fixed Dandin with an exasperated glare. He shrugged.
"All right after thirty tri-"
"Thirty-three." Corrected Dandin. Thistle nostrils flared and she looked daggers at him. A tic pulsed above her left eye. He backed away slowly, muttering under his breath, "Sorry, sheesh, don't give yourself a heart attack."
Kairi winced as Thistle turned her glower on her. "After thirty-three tries, I don't think you're going to be able to make fire. Let's try something different."
Thistle pulled her dirk from its sheath. Gripping the blade with one hand, she sliced open her palm. Crimson blood seeped over her pale skin. "Heal." She whispered. The blood seemed to be sucked back into the wound. Green sparks stitched over the torn muscle and ravaged skin. By the time Thistle's hand was its original color not a speck of blood was left on her dirk. Dandin applauded. She ignored him.
Handing the dirk to Kairi, Thistle said in an unreadable voice, "Your turn."
***
Three full-to-the-bursting haversacks were on the grass. Sora sat in the corner of the garden, away from the general populace.
A full-fledged going away procession had escorted the royal family and Sora to the gardens. Apparently, the heart of this world was contained in the plain, heart shaped fountain barely a foot high. Also Apparently, Mickey had discovered it when he was the wielder of the golden keyblade. Sora dismissed his keyblade with disgust. In the past decade, no, hour, but it felt like a decade, the keyblade had warranted curious and fearful stares. No one had returned Sora's smile.
Sora unzipped his vest part way and dug his hand into the left inner pocket, closest to his heart. There, rested a much-crumpled charm. The boy didn't cry; all tears had left him so long ago. He would return Kairi's charm to her, the only key chain that he had retained. Sora gazed at Kairi's charm unblinkingly.
For a long time he sat like that, remembering older, simpler times, as the hustle and bustle of the procession blared around him. At long last, Sora sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He gently smoothed the charm free of wrinkles then brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. Tucking the charm back in his pocket, he zipped his vest again and stood.
Multitudes of happy bodies were flowing with the ongoing festivities. Daisy and Donald were no where to be seen. Sora knew Daisy was irate that Donald was leaving so soon and had insisted she go along. Donald was having a hard time with the prospect as well.
Goofy was chatting with the king and queen. He had substituted his knight's adornments for his old traveling 'duds' as he fondly called them. Sora gave the dancers a wide birth, hoping never to repeat the experience at the welcoming home ball. He slipped into a seat next to Minnie. She politely chatted with him. Questioning him about his travels, for some reason she was particularly interested in Traverse Town. (Read BTWY) He answered her questions cheerfully.
Donald and Daisy discretely slid back into seats soon after. Mickey eyed them quizzically. Donald nodded, Daisy glared frostily. Mickey winced. He raised his hands and nodded to the musicians. When all was quiet, Mickey spoke to the delegation.
Sora didn't really listen. Politics was new to him, and he didn't care to elaborate upon that knowledge. Mickey addressed the court, commended him, Donald, and Goofy upon their bravery, explained, too briefly in Sora's opinion, the circumstances, and formerly said goodbye to the travelers. Enthusiastic cheers greeted this announcement.
Mickey motioned to Donald, Goofy, and Sora. Each rose. Daisy clung to Donald's wing, tears trickling down her downy white feathers. Minnie gently pulled her away. Sora climbed down the dais upon which they had been sitting. He approached the heart shaped pool. Donald and Goofy clutched the haversacks as Sora summoned the keyblade. Gasps arose from the crowd, and Sora grimaced.
Like before, the keyblade seemed drawn to the heart but this time with considerably more force. Sora struggled with it. Sweat began to bead on his forehead. A translucent keyhole appeared directly above the pool. Colors swam in its depths, forever changing. Sora leaned back, throwing his whole weight against the struggling keyblade. This hadn't happened before. The keyhole widened to a gaping portal, and with one almighty tug the keyblade tumbled Sora through it.
***
Sora spit grit. He had landed face down in gravely soil. A menagerie of smells invaded his nostrils, sending him reeling for a second. Sora coughed again and sat cross-legged, lacing his fingers behind his head, as was his habit when bemused. Beyond the green foliage, Sora could make out a camp of militarily straight tents lined in militarily straight rows with military like precision.
Sora eyes widened, "Where do you think we are, guys?"
No answer.
Sora turned around, "Guys?"
***
Okay so lotsa dialogue, don't kill me. Do you wanna know why the keyblade was drawn with such ferocity towards the keyhole? Because now there are only select passageways to other worlds and the force has intensified since there are no other outlets. HA! Yeah I know. I'm a Disney freak. Can you guess what movie we're in right now? Don't worry there won't be too many Disney stuff, just enough to keep the story goin'. Please review, it's fun to read!
By: Catty Engles
"Kairi." The corners of Mickey's mouth twitched.
"KAIRI!? Really! Kairi! She's okay!" Sora had jumped out of the chair but sat down very fast. "Sorry." Sora apologized.
Mickey shook his head, "No need to apologize. I have to talk to you about something else." Mickey suddenly became grave. Sora cocked his head. "Sora, you are still a keyblade master, I am not. My keyblade is tangible, and therefore, could be retained by Kingdom Hearts, I had to. . . let it go. As I suspected, Kairi is the new keyblade master."
Sora gaped. "No. . . I have to protect her! She could get HURT! Mickey, I've got to find her now!" Sora leaped up again, but Mickey restrained him this time.
"That's what I needed to talk to you about. Sora, your journey will be harder this time. The worlds haven't been entirely connected." Mickey looked too serious for idle conversation.
"What do you mean- entirely?" Sora asked, plainly confused.
"The hearts of the worlds have always been connected through Kingdom Hearts, only select passageways have been sealed, until now. You can travel through the hearts, Sora." Mickey seemed to be pleading with Sora to understand.
"Through the heart?" Sora was skeptical. This sounded like something Selphie would come up with.
"Yes, and select passageways mean select -uh- passer-throughers." Mickey finished ungracefully.
Sora nodded, attempting to appear sage-like. Mickey had to hide a smile. Sora was obviously confused. He tried to explain, "A heart is not tangible. We are. The keyblade is both." Sora summoned the keyblade automatically, expecting to see the Spellbinder, the most recent key chain he had applied. The dull glint of the Kingdom Key reflected in Sora's amazed eyes.
"Mickey, I-"
"It has begun." Mickey smiled.
***
Sweat beaded on Thistle's body. She flung off the coverlet and sat on the side of her bed, breathing raggedly.
"Thistle, you're twenty now, not fourteen. You're over this, no more nightmares." She wiped perspiration from her upper lip and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair. "Dandin's here, remember?" Thistle vainly tried to comfort herself. She closed her eyes to collect her bearings.
The amethyst eyes stared back at her. Cropped raven hair, black enough to rival the darkness it faded into, rimmed an ivory face. Her face, Thistle's face, but at the same time not. She opened her eyes.
Frigid air whipped through her room.
The cold was searching.
An aqua heart faded into darkness.
***
"Eggs!" Kairi's eyes fluttered open. She groggily sat up in bed and heard a soft knock on the door.
"Are you decent, Kairi?" Dandin's voice sounded muffled through the wood. Kairi looked down at herself. She had slept in her clothes. Still a tank and short skirt, both mainly lavender, her favorite color.
"Yes!" She yelled back. In burst Dandin. Two steaming plates of scrambled eggs, one sprinkled generously with pepper and cheese, were balanced precariously on both his hands. Kairi quickly grabbed the plain one, lest she have breakfast in bed- literally. Dandin set the other on a table by Kairi's bed. He mouthed 'one second' to Kairi and disappeared out the door.
Kairi pulled herself from bed and plopped into a chair. She hadn't noticed that her bedroom featured dining accommodations. It wasn't much: a small table and chairs grouped around the meager space.
For the second time Dandin burst through the doors, this time frog- marching a very grumpy Thistle. She wrenched herself away from him and grabbed some flatware, eating steadily off the pepper and cheese plate. Dandin frowned at her but only momentarily. He produced another plate from behind his back, eggs sunny side up.
"I'm sorry Kairi. I didn't know how you like your eggs." Kairi eyed Dandin's gooey yellow yolk running over undercooked whites and gulped.
"Scrambled is fine with me." She dug in. Thistle seemed to brighten after getting some food in her.
She began to talk, "Kairi, do you know any magic?" Kairi shrugged. Anything seemed possible, heck, she was in a different world! Who said magic isn't real?
Dandin and Thistle exchanged looks. "Today?" Dandin whined reluctantly.
"Today." Affirmed Thistle.
***
"Now really concentrate this time!" Kairi aimed the keyblade at the bench again.
"Fire!"
Nothing.
Thistle blew a strand of hair away from her face. She fixed Dandin with an exasperated glare. He shrugged.
"All right after thirty tri-"
"Thirty-three." Corrected Dandin. Thistle nostrils flared and she looked daggers at him. A tic pulsed above her left eye. He backed away slowly, muttering under his breath, "Sorry, sheesh, don't give yourself a heart attack."
Kairi winced as Thistle turned her glower on her. "After thirty-three tries, I don't think you're going to be able to make fire. Let's try something different."
Thistle pulled her dirk from its sheath. Gripping the blade with one hand, she sliced open her palm. Crimson blood seeped over her pale skin. "Heal." She whispered. The blood seemed to be sucked back into the wound. Green sparks stitched over the torn muscle and ravaged skin. By the time Thistle's hand was its original color not a speck of blood was left on her dirk. Dandin applauded. She ignored him.
Handing the dirk to Kairi, Thistle said in an unreadable voice, "Your turn."
***
Three full-to-the-bursting haversacks were on the grass. Sora sat in the corner of the garden, away from the general populace.
A full-fledged going away procession had escorted the royal family and Sora to the gardens. Apparently, the heart of this world was contained in the plain, heart shaped fountain barely a foot high. Also Apparently, Mickey had discovered it when he was the wielder of the golden keyblade. Sora dismissed his keyblade with disgust. In the past decade, no, hour, but it felt like a decade, the keyblade had warranted curious and fearful stares. No one had returned Sora's smile.
Sora unzipped his vest part way and dug his hand into the left inner pocket, closest to his heart. There, rested a much-crumpled charm. The boy didn't cry; all tears had left him so long ago. He would return Kairi's charm to her, the only key chain that he had retained. Sora gazed at Kairi's charm unblinkingly.
For a long time he sat like that, remembering older, simpler times, as the hustle and bustle of the procession blared around him. At long last, Sora sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He gently smoothed the charm free of wrinkles then brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. Tucking the charm back in his pocket, he zipped his vest again and stood.
Multitudes of happy bodies were flowing with the ongoing festivities. Daisy and Donald were no where to be seen. Sora knew Daisy was irate that Donald was leaving so soon and had insisted she go along. Donald was having a hard time with the prospect as well.
Goofy was chatting with the king and queen. He had substituted his knight's adornments for his old traveling 'duds' as he fondly called them. Sora gave the dancers a wide birth, hoping never to repeat the experience at the welcoming home ball. He slipped into a seat next to Minnie. She politely chatted with him. Questioning him about his travels, for some reason she was particularly interested in Traverse Town. (Read BTWY) He answered her questions cheerfully.
Donald and Daisy discretely slid back into seats soon after. Mickey eyed them quizzically. Donald nodded, Daisy glared frostily. Mickey winced. He raised his hands and nodded to the musicians. When all was quiet, Mickey spoke to the delegation.
Sora didn't really listen. Politics was new to him, and he didn't care to elaborate upon that knowledge. Mickey addressed the court, commended him, Donald, and Goofy upon their bravery, explained, too briefly in Sora's opinion, the circumstances, and formerly said goodbye to the travelers. Enthusiastic cheers greeted this announcement.
Mickey motioned to Donald, Goofy, and Sora. Each rose. Daisy clung to Donald's wing, tears trickling down her downy white feathers. Minnie gently pulled her away. Sora climbed down the dais upon which they had been sitting. He approached the heart shaped pool. Donald and Goofy clutched the haversacks as Sora summoned the keyblade. Gasps arose from the crowd, and Sora grimaced.
Like before, the keyblade seemed drawn to the heart but this time with considerably more force. Sora struggled with it. Sweat began to bead on his forehead. A translucent keyhole appeared directly above the pool. Colors swam in its depths, forever changing. Sora leaned back, throwing his whole weight against the struggling keyblade. This hadn't happened before. The keyhole widened to a gaping portal, and with one almighty tug the keyblade tumbled Sora through it.
***
Sora spit grit. He had landed face down in gravely soil. A menagerie of smells invaded his nostrils, sending him reeling for a second. Sora coughed again and sat cross-legged, lacing his fingers behind his head, as was his habit when bemused. Beyond the green foliage, Sora could make out a camp of militarily straight tents lined in militarily straight rows with military like precision.
Sora eyes widened, "Where do you think we are, guys?"
No answer.
Sora turned around, "Guys?"
***
Okay so lotsa dialogue, don't kill me. Do you wanna know why the keyblade was drawn with such ferocity towards the keyhole? Because now there are only select passageways to other worlds and the force has intensified since there are no other outlets. HA! Yeah I know. I'm a Disney freak. Can you guess what movie we're in right now? Don't worry there won't be too many Disney stuff, just enough to keep the story goin'. Please review, it's fun to read!