Chapter 1 - Reality vs. Fantasy
by Chaos0110
Author's Note:
This story is based on the Disney Interactive and Squaresoft game 'Kingdom Hearts'.
Ever since I played the game myself I noticed a few things in the game that could have been better( - me being my pessimistic self). And that's where this fanfic comes in. I decided to rewrite the entire game my way, where Disney truly is portrayed as not being just childish while still retaining what makes it great to me.
Of course I'm not trying to make any money off this, the original game itself and its characters belong to Square Enix and the Walt Disney Company. I'll change most of the things about the original game except for the basic, main plot. I'm mostly changing what happens in each of the separate worlds while the lead character is on his journey to find his friends and I doubt I'll get that many reviews because noone seems to like Disney that much, and that is something that is huge in this fanfic because I love Disney. Well, most of it. ;)
And, by the way, to the few FF fans reading this, I am planning to add more FF characters to the story, and, for some odd reason, most of the ones that fit into the worlds and storyline of this that I could pick out came from FFIX and FFVII. ;
FFIX - My favorite.
FFVII - My least favorite.
Now let me get this boring beginning started!
Thinking of you, wherever you are...
We pray for our sorrows to end,
and hope that our hearts will blend.
Now I will step forward to realize this wish.
And who knows:
starting a new journey may not be so hard
or maybe it has already begun.
There are many worlds,
but they share the same sky
one sky, one destiny.
KINGDOM HEARTS
He wore a loose, bright red jumpsuit that had many zippers and chains laced upon it with a blue belt keeping the overall feel of the suit in place. He also wore a black and white zipper-up jacket with a hood that hung loosely from his neck, so he could pull it up over his head if need came to be. His palms and wrists were covered with white gloves, fingers wiggling freely where the leather cut off at his knuckles. The most noticeable feature being his huge, yellow sneakers.
Sora opened his eyes lazily, waking from, what he thought, had been a dream as his silver-crowned necklace dangled above his neck. After taking in the seagreen of his surroundings, his eyes widened in puzzlement.
"I've been having these weird thoughts lately," Sora said as he thought each word in his head before he announced them. "Like, is any of this for real or not?" he seemingly asked himself, the environment he floated through being empty except for the pulsating light above.
Lolling his head back and forth, he vaguely realized that he was alone, that he didn't even know where he was, though the seagreen looked faintly familiar to the waters below the shoreline of his island home. But, that was impossible! He couldn't possibly be underwater. He could breathe couldn't he?
As he descended faster into what, suprisingly, was darkness that began to shine, he noticed without caring that bubbles tracked his falling feet. The entire feeling of this underwater nowhere created a nauseating, sleepy effect on him as he shifted his eyes closed.
As he suddenly felt weight returning to his feet, he quickly opened his turpid eyelids. Sora was standing on the shore of the place of his childhood. Distant memories that were of no concern to the moment at hand rushed to his mind as the smell of ocean water filled his nostrils and the noise of hungry seagulls engulfed his ears. Glancing back and forth over the beach to the wooden dock, the spring of fresh water, and the lofty, old shack to reassure himself that he was, in fact, NOT dreaming, he turned his view to the horizon.
He blocked the view of the glaring sunlight with his hand as he noticed his closest friend standing peacefully in the middle of the knee-high ocean water at the edge of the shore. The water was silent, though it washed over the sand and occasionally collided with his overly large shoes, trying to pull him back in with it.
Noticing that Riku oddly couldn't tell that he was being watched by his younger friend, Sora smiled before moving the muscles of his legs to jog over to the silent form of his best friend. As soon as his flesh touched the dead water, the ocean became alive, pulling itself out to the ocean to build itself up while leaving a line of foam over the sand as the only evidence that it had ever been there.
Shocked by the sudden activity of the tide waters, Sora watched as the salty water curled itself up into the air around five feet high above his and Riku's heads. As if noticing finally that he was being watched just as the waves began to form, Riku turned his silver-covered head to meet his spiky, brown-haired watcher, revealing a yellow and black jersey covering his chest, blue slacks strapped to the cloth of his waistline, and black wrist-holders just below the palm of his hand.
Cyan met dark blue as Riku fully turned himself to meet his fourteen-year old friend. He held out his black covered hand to Sora as a small smirk made itself known to his young face. Sora, wondering why Riku was being so insane as to just stand under an oncoming wave, ran to his outstretched hand and grabbed for it just as the water came crashing down over the both of them.
He was flung backwards at least five feet and, for some reason, couldn't feel the ocean floor anywhere near his grasp even though he had just been standing on it. Noticing with unbelievable eyes that Riku hadn't budged an inch, Sora stretched out his hand for Riku to help save himself now.
Squinting his eyes at the pressure and sting of the salt water to his eyes, Sora pushed himself against the ripping of the water against his body to clutch at the glove of his best friend. Trying his hardest didn't seem to be enough as he was swept away with the current as he watched Riku stand as still as a statue, the boy's smirk clearly written into his memory.
Even though he knew he hadn't run very far at all, it was a long while before the water carried him close to the shore, the seagreen radiating from the surface now a fading orange glinted with purple. Knowing that his lungs would burst if he didn't get air soon he waved his arms widely so as to break through the surface of the ocean. He pushed himself up to stand in the fading sunlight. Nearly sundown...how is that possible? It had just been noon at the latest!
A moving figure made him focus his aqua eyes on a memorable girl at the edge of the beach, waving at him to get his attention. Kairi smiled and called for him from the shore, the pendant around her neck swinging with movement over her white shirt, legs slightly shaking inside her purple skirt.
Sora smiled gladly to see another familiar face before waving to her and running up to meet her. As he leaned down to catch his breath from first nearly drowning to just running to intercept the girl on the shore, he couldn't help but smile at her incessant giggling.
She smiled down to him and giggled yet again while hiding her hands behind her back and wiggling her purple and white flip-flops. The giggle itself seemed to break the silence of the islands that Sora hadn't noticed until then. The seagulls were hiding away in their nests in the trees, the water was as dead as it had been minutes before, and even the spring seemed to have gone mute.
She shook with laughter, steadily holding her face up to the sky as her giggles ceased. Seeing her look of bewilderment, Sora turned to meet the gaze of several falling objects passing between the skys.
Between the falling stars was a human boy that was descending steadily towards the ocean with the meteors. Kairi gasped, her hand shuddering over her mouth. Suddenly Sora felt himself being pulled backwards, with nothing holding him back. The girl turned to his gaze and gasped, another shocked look overtaking her face as she reached to grasp his hand. The sand beneath him had turned to sky and the only thing below was ocean water.
As he toppled faster Sora gave his arm one last stretch up to her, knowing that it was inevitable. Kairi called his name, desperately trying to get a hold on his hand. Before he knew it, her form shimmered and melted into the cloudy landscape now surrounding him.
Sora let his hands fall hopelessly to his sides as he hit the water, knowing that the surface was probably bursting with the moving water. He fell towards what he assumed the bottom of the ocean, bubbles following him once more.
Sora closed his eyes, fearing that he had gone insane, as he fell but quickly reopened them when he felt himself slowing down... Before he knew it, he seamlessly landed upon a large, rounded surface. He looked around to see only the darkness of nothingness, his hopes falling with the sudden feeling of despair of being lost. Where was he anyway? Could anyone ever find him here? Who WOULD look here anyway?
Knowing the only hopes he had of ever finding something somewhere, Sora moved to take a step but, unbelievably, the darkness moved beneath his feet. As the ground crackled and dissipated outwards, a bright an anonymous light revealed itself. His eyes used to the dark of the abyss, he had to cover his eyes just so he wouldn't be blinded by the sudden brightness. Slowly removing his gloved hand from his sight, he kept his line of view on the ground, curious as to what was actually happening.
As the darkness fluttered upwards, many white feathers were left floating around him... Wait... FEATHERS? He locked onto the leaving darkness to notice that they hadn't been shadows at all, nor had they been dark, they were just hundreds of resting doves that he had disturbed during their time of sleep.
Glancing down again to see exactly what he was standing on, he jumped backwards at the sight of an ebony-haired maiden painted across a green circled canvas. Her skin as white as snow, she was covered with a blue and yellow gown. She held a lucious apple to her serene face, which looked as if it had recently been violated by the girl's bright, red lips.
She was surrouned by the colorless lines of seven, seemingly small men, all with big round noses and large hoods. Odd looking animals also decorated her surroundings, they all looked as if they had been given spirits and lives of their own and looked at the maiden adoringly. All but one... An ugly old hag, adorned with a peddler woman's guise, wart on nose and all, at the girl's yellow-bowed feet, who looking satisfyingly smug with the girl's almost dead face.
Sora couldn't help but stare at the unique beauty of the feature, jumping at the sound of a mysteriously soundless voice... Where WAS he after all? And how did someone make their words known without making a sound? It's as if the voice was speaking right into his mind...and it wasn't a good feeling.
"So much to do, so little time... Take your time. Don't be afraid. The door is still shut."
The boy looked out over the maiden's features yet again as he searched for the owner of the creepy voice.
"Now, step forward. Can you do it?" the voice asked him. Looking up into the spiraling darkness above...he gasped at the sudden ringing of a trapezoid-shaped stone raising itself out of the ground to his left. It had a royal design covering its surface, and it tinged as a small circle of blue light just above it revealed a twirling black and red shield. The shield gleamed a signature shape of mouse ears at its center.
"Power sleeps within you..." the voice told him as yet another trapezoid stone raised itself out of the maiden's painting in similar fashion to the one above it at his right. Sora watched as another flash of blinding blue light revealed a green and brown staff, a blue orb of mouse ears being its tip as it floated solemnly above the unmoving stone.
"If you give it form..." the voice continued systematicly. Knowing that it had happened twice before already, he wasn't suprised as another stone raised itself directly in front of him. This time a sword adorning a slender white blade and a golden handle appeared. The handle's symbol red button carried the same symbol as its fellow weapons, a black set of mouse ears...
"It will give you strength", the voice said, finally finishing its own sentence.
"Choose well", it told the befuddled spiky-haired teenager. Sora glanced at each of the twirling weapons... 'Choose well'? What's going on here? Why does he need a weapon anyway...? His eyes came to rest on the glinting blade of the sword in front of him. Well, he HAD always wanted to be a warrior... To be able to beat anyone he'd ever come up against... Even when dueling Riku...
Rushing up and jerking the sword into his outstretched hand, he held it up to take it all in, all thoughts of his friends fading to the back of his mind as he was informed of the potential of the cutting metal.
"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction... Is this the power you seek?" the voice asked him. Sora thought about the speaker's words... 'Terrible destruction'? That sounded eerie. He wanted a weapon that would bring glory and happiness... But the voice had said that it COULD bring terrible destruction, not that it would...and he sure he could control his own actions. He confirmed the speaker's question by nodding his smiling face up to it.
Instantly, the sword disappeared into sparkling nothingness, losing its physical reality. What the-! Sora wondered, shocked as he stared up to where he guessed the voice would be watching him.
"Your path is set. Now, what will you give up in exchange?" it questioned him. Still wondering what was really the point to this in the first place, he stumbled up to the red shield and grasped the handle on its back in the palm of his right hand.
"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all... You give up this power?" the voice asked him. How could he give up something that meant so much? It had the power to repel all that stood in its way and it symbolized the kindness shared between friends... 'How could he ever give up something that stood for his friends?' he asked himself as images of a familiar red-head flashed through his mind.
Sora quickly shook his head as he let the shield release itself from his fingers and resume its rotation in the air as he turned to the last untouched artifact.
"The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin... You give up this power?" it questioned him as he took the mystical staff into his hand. Sora knew that he couldn't give up the shield's value, so he guessed this would have to do. The object disappeared as just as the sword had as he nodded again.
"You've chosen the power of the warrior. You've given up the power of the mystic. Is this the form you choose?" the mysterious voice asked him.
Thoughts of a strong, smiling hero faded through his mind's eye as he thought of himself as a warrior. He'd never be as powerful as a mystic than if he were a warrior. Smiling proudly, he nodded to the voice's words.
The maiden's features shuddered as the pedestals fell through, causing him to lose standing and fall to his hands and knees himself. He watched as the pedestals caved through the painting just as they had come...but he didn't expect it when the outside of the painting began to shatter into pieces inwards to where he was.
Sora tried to push himself to his feet and jump for safety, but he was taken by gravity before he had a chance to do anything. Where would he have jumped for anyway? He couldn't help but feel sick as he fell with the glass shards. It was if he were riding a roller coaster, but faster. He couldn't keep his eyes closed as he noticed another platform swinging into view below him.
Sora held his arms up defensively, expecting to crash hard into the solid surface, but noticed that he was slowing to a stop once more. Landing smoothly and painlessly to his feet, he stared upon another young woman.
Her beauty was crafted in blues and whites surrounding her golden head. She wore blue earrings that connected to one another through a head strap that kept her golden hair up in a bun. She was embellished in a blue, almost white, gown that led to her feet bottoms, matching gloves hovering over the sides as she glanced down at her own dress as if she too was amazed.
Blue circles surrounding her were painted with pictures of castles, carriages, and horses and also gave views on many different positions of a dancing man and woman. A single glass slipper, a heart heading its figure, stood on its own in a blue circle at the edge of the beautiful glass pane.
As Sora finished examining the newest platform, he looked around expectantly. A physical form slowly came to rest in his palm, as the gleaming sword he had chosen beforehand came to his hand
"You've gained the power to fight," the voice said as he swiped the sword violently in front of himself.
"All right! You've got it. Use this power to protect yourself and others. There will be times you will have to fight," the voice exclaimed just as the boy noticed a mysterious imprint appear on the maiden's dress. It was completely flat and black, at least it WAS. The creature had pulled itself from the floor, like a shadow coming to life, just as another appeared flattened out beside it.
They were little creatures with bright yellow eyes and strangely resembled the shape of an ant. It had two antennas popping out of its head and it walked on all fours.
"Keep your light burning strong," the voice said as a final word of caution as it left the boy to fight the ant-like creatures, who had increased in numbers.
He shot out, hitting one in the face just as another hit him in the back with its front leg. He continued to strike the creatures with his faithful blade until, finally, he defeated one, who dissolved into tiny green spheres. Feeling defeated, the rest molded into the floor and disappeared. He touched the green spheres that remained in their wake and it seemed as if they were absorbed into his body, making him feel brighter.
Just as he thought he was safe, the anonymous voice shouted, "Behind you!"
He turned to see that the creatures hadn't fled after all. Once he had only one creature left, he saw that green spheres had been sprawled across the platform. He turned back to see the creature flatten itself into the glass, and was shocked when the entire platform was engulfed in, what seemed to be, liquid darkness.
He watched as the platform disappeared beneath his feet, leaving him to slowly sink into the surrounding dark, wrestling to free himself. He closed his eyes in fear of being swallowed by the darkness and when he opened them he stopped struggling. He was on yet another platform, what was the point of all this, to scare him out of his mind?
As he stood he saw that this platform also had a woman gracing its features. This woman stood out compared to the maidens he had seen so far. She had long red hair flowing aside her beautiful smiling face with closed eyes. There was a large blue bow in the back of her hair. She wore a dress crossed with a long-sleeved shirt. The shirt, which was a bright blue, flowed across her arms showing that the sleeves were slighty oversized where they ended at her wrists. Her chest was covered with a black corset that ended in a large triangle edge at her waste, with the top having a smaller triangle cut out of the front middle. Where the corset ended a darker shade of blue began the dress that reached down to her ankles, where black heeled shoes were visible. She had her hands clasped together over her neck, as if she had no voice.
Around her head and waist was the usual circle, that the boy had come to notice appeared in every platform so far. The circles, which all were colored the same as the platform, a dark blue green, held a castle unlike the one on the last platform. This castle had towers and juts and turns going in all directions as if the people didn't have a need to walk along the rock pathways atall. Three of the six circles shown the sun setting
Two circles at her waist held two ocean type animals. The circle directly to the right of her waist, but not in the outer circles, held a seperate fish that had three stripes and a spike of hair. The mirroring circle on the left contained a seagull that held a fork in it's right wing.
To the girl's right, on the outer edge, was a young man that seemed about the same age as the woman. He had deep, dark eyebrows and perfectly combed thick hair, though he had a plain shirt. The circle beneath the man encircled an older man who had his hair tied back and was dressed in a proper suit with a dull look on his face.
Across, to the girl's left was a man who's face was stained with age. He had a long beard, with a spiked crown resting atop his head. His chest was fully exposed but his lower body was cut off by the circle. He held a weapon that had three sharp points spread across it's top, the middle standing tallest. The circle below the man had an unusual crab. The crab had huge pincers and a large mouth. He was staring anxiously up at the girl in the middle.
Directly below the girl were four circles that also stood out. The two circles nearest the center held in each a woman. In one was a beautiful woman with long dark hair, her face carrying a strange smirk. She adorned around her neck a seashell that had three cracks on its edge. She wore across her lithe, thin body a wedding dress. She looked strangely like the woman in the center.
Across from her was one of the ugliest women that the boy had ever seen. She had long slick hair, that floated above her head. Her skin was darkened and her face was covered in eyeliner and lipstick with a mole on her lower right cheek. Thick lines of age circled her cracked smile and peircing eyes. She held her hands in front of her, clasped smoothly together looking directly forwards. Her overweight body was joined with the form of an octopus, her tentacles wrapped around her plump arms. Strangely, she wore the same seashell necklace as the woman across from her.
The outer two circles of these women were identical. They each held a slimy looking eel with a thin line of hair like a mohawk going straight across the top and bottom of its snake-like body. The remaining circles held a various assortment of underwater animals.
At the top of the platform, just above the maiden's blue bow was a door. It was a peculiar door as it had no back to open to and it was see through, seeming to be only an illusion. It had designs paralled on each side of the two handles at it's center, all of which blended with the main color, a light burgundy. On each side, directly beside the handle, there was a jut inwards, that looked as if an oval piece had been cut out of each side.
As the boy walked to it and reached to pull the handle and lurch the door open, his hand fazed right through it.
"I can't open it," he said to himself, and turned around to see a light shine downwards from above, a gold and red chest appearing. It had an indent into it where a keyhole should be, it was the same shape as the mouse ears on his sword.
The boy ran towards the chest and, with all his might, wrapped his hands around the edge and pulled upwards to open it. It didn't budge an inch. He examined the chest and finally noticed the indent in the middle. He pressed the similar shape on his sword to the indent, and suprisingly, the chest's lid popped open with a snapping sound.
He reached in to find two oval-shaped robin egg-colored jewels. He knew they probably went to the door so he ran back up to the door. He pressed in one of the oval-shaped jewels into each empty spot on the door, each side shuddering with light and focusing, appearing more solid, as he did so.
Once the door appeared more realistic, the boy reached out and grasped each of the handles and pulled. From the slightest gap between the two sides, a solid white beam of light shot out. The boy let go of the handles and backed away, squinting his eyes as he looked into the light, but the doors moved of their own accord.
It wasn't until he was almost blinded from the light that everything around him disappeared and he reappeared, instead, on the lush green island from a little while before, though he was standing in a different area. He was up above the sand in a boxed in area with only one path leading to the exit, which was blocked by another person. The entire area was made of wood, which made up the floorboard as well, with one huge treetop looming overhead.
As he looked around he noticed that three people sat around him in a circle, staring straight at him. The person in front of him was a young brunette, who seemed a preteen, and was wearing a yellow strap on dress that went down to her hips and brown flip-flops. She sat on the edge of railing above an endless ocean, using her arms to support her while she looked at him with her peircing green eyes.
To his left was a boy with blonde hair, who appeared to be about his own age. He wore a tiny yellow and white shirt that wasn't pulled together, leaving his chest exposed, with blue pants, one side ending shorter than the other, covering his legs and green and yellow flip-flops pulled onto his feet. He had bright, blue eyes that expressed the greatest happiness.
And lastly, behind him was another boy who was older than the other two and who was blocking the exit to the beach below. He had orange hair that was held up in a curl with a large, blue bandana that stood out against his tan skin. He wore a white shirt outlined in blue which was followed by yellow pants with blue 'X's at the bottom of each side and army green flip-flops.
"Hold on. The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself," the voice said to him, the first time he had heard it since he had melted down through the platform with the blue dressed maiden.
The boy decided to just talk to these people, maybe they knew some answers to what was happening. He walked forward to the girl. Before he could open his mouth she had asked him a question.
"What's most important to you?"
He thought about the question for several seconds before answering, "Friendship."
"Hmm, friendship?" she said aloud, though it wasn't really a question. He turned to the blonde boy to the girl's left. Again, before he could utter a word, he had been asked another question.
"What are you afraid of?" That was kind of a personal question, but he answered anyway.
"Getting old."
The blond boy's eyebrow raised. "Is getting old really such a big deal?"
Well, not really, but he was afraid of it anyway. He walked to the final remaining boy who had his arms behind his head in a relaxed manner with a blue and white striped ball resting at his right ankle.
Not expecting anything different, he wasn't suprised when he had been asked another question.
"What do you want out of life?" It wasn't as simple as the other questions he had been asked so far. He wasn't really sure but gave an answer that wasn't entirely a lie.
"To broaden my horizons," he replied.
"Broaden your horizons, huh?" he said as he bent down, picked up the blue and white ball and began twirling it in his hands.
"Very interesting... Your journey begins at dawn. As long as the sun is shining, your journey should be a pleasant one," the unworldly voice said to the boy. "The day you will open the door is both far off and very near".
The people surrounding the little area the boy stood inside disappeared. He walked along the wood forming the path to a latter down. As he reached the latter, the island once again disappeared, fading into another platform.
'What is going on?' the boy thought to himself.
The maiden strawn across this platform adorned a blue gown detailed with parallel lines along the entire length, originating at the white collar wrapped loosely around her slouched shoulders, and was encompassed by her extensive yellow locks. Her eyes were still and she seemed to be sleeping. The only people pictured atop the red platform were three stout women, who had no lines to detail them, in the circular highlights placed above the maiden's head. The outer circles were of red-petaled roses which were similar to the single red rose the maiden burdened in her elegant hands which were rested upon her chest. Huge briars with sharp, black thorns were wrapped around the circles with roses.
He walked forwards to look for anything that might need to be accomplished. As he did, the creatures that attacked him before appeared out of the ground and surrounded him from all directions. The sword appeared, once again, in the palm of the boy's right hand. He attacked, lurching forward to catch one off guard. The rest doing an awkward dance as they advanced on him. He spun around, slashing the sword against any creature within his reach. Slowly, the number of the shadow creatures minimized.
As he cut the flesh of the last creature and it disappeared, leaving green spheres to join the littered floor of the platform, a light shown down from the darkness above, creating a small circle. He walked to the circle of light and, as he stepped upon the light, he felt better than he had ever been. He guessed the circle of light healed you of all ailments once you touch it.
Suddenly, the circle of light moved itself until it hit the darkness just beyond the end of the platform, where the maiden's head lay, and created a rising stair of rainbow steps through the darkness. He ran forward, tested the steps to make sure that they wouldn't fall by jumping on them, and then ran up the stair of colors until he had traveled to another platform.
The platform was a bright yellow, standing out beside the darkness. The maiden amidst the circles surrounding her had deep, brown hair that flared against her pale, white skin. Her dress, which began from the yellow fabric held loosely around her shoulders, began with a yellow corset and endng with an expanded dress that had gentle, curved patterns in each row of fabric. Her arms, like many before her, were covered with yellow gloves that originated just above her elbows.
A dark figure protruded from behind her. It was hairy with short horns where ears should have been, fangs, a fluffy tail, and a scornful face. He was cloaked with a purple cloth that was kept together with a round brooch.
The circles above the maiden's and beast's heads were of several furniture and household items. Each seemed to be alive in it's own way. A royal looking clock with short stubs for legs, its clock hands portrayed a mustache to his annoyed face with its handles against its sides in a motherly manner.
To the clock's opposite direction was a candelabra. It looked to be made of brass, it's eyes at the center candle, and body slouched with its two other candle arms hanging hopelessly at its sides, all this making it seem to have failed at something of extreme importance.
Below the ornamental clock was a plump tea pot, looking as perturbed as the candle holder. Its eyes closed in a graceful, excepting manner with a small handle and a top that was curved, with a sphere seated atop it.
Across from the tea pot was a tea cup which looked to be, obviously, ornamented the same as the tea pot. With a small chip in it's handle as the nose, it had it's center puffed out like a man would his chest in a proud stance with a smug smile.
The circles lining the edge of the platform were filled with a collection of live kitchenware, cleaning items, and other comforting things consisting of cutlery, footstools, feather dusters, china plates, birds, and drinking glasses. The circle at the top of the platform held a glass cover that contained a red petaled rose, with the circle at the bottom containing wilted red petals.
The boy slowly walked forward to the center awaiting instructions from the unknown voice. "The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes."
He looked back to his shadow as the mysterious voice spoke about it. The large and peculiar black depths of his shadow began to rise. He jumped backwards, but his shadow didn't follow him.
"But don't be afraid."
The boy turned and fled for safety, but there was nowhere else to go, the rainbow stairs had long since vanished. He turned around just as the creature had rose to it's full form, the sword that he had been using appearing in his hands as he stared.
The creature was pitch black, with blue shading because of the light of the platform shining against its skin. Its chest contained a cut out heart so that you could see through it. It had claw-like fingers, spiky wings, glowing yellow eyes, zig-zag feet, and unruly hair that mimicked the boy's.
The dark creature rose its hand to grasp thin air as colored sparks surrounded the hand and plunged it into the platform. Swirling darkness formed around its fingers. The boy knew he had to fight, even if it did seem hopeless. He climbed up the creature's lowered hand up to its head and striked with the mighty sword.
It was hit in the eyes and it rose quickly into the air clutching them in voiceless agony. The boy feel from the creature's hand to meet the ant-like creatures from before down onto the platform. He guessed they had come from the swirling darkness, because they were as dark as it had been.
They attacked before he even touched the ground, jumping up to meet him. He fell flat, hurt from the creatures butting heads. He stood up quickly and began to whack them with his sword when he was hit hard in the back. Stumbling, he turned around, but kept moving for fear of being attacked by the ant-like creatures again.
His former shadow had recovered from being slashed in the eyes, and was on both it's knees, arms spread wide. Purple light was shining from the heart shape in his chest. He was wondering what had hit him so hard when the shadow released several moving globes of purple light. The color blurring backwards like fire as it flew, it headed straight toward him along with its companions.
He jumped up and striked the globes with the side of his sword so that they flew back to their creator. Once again, the enemy creature was hit in the eyes, but this time light poured outwards, consisting of the same color of purple as the globes. It jerked outwards and all around like lightning as the creature stood up and tried to cover the injury, stomping on it's creations, the ant-like creatures, as it did so.
As the light ceased the creature stared down at him menacingly. It formed fists with its hands and punched at the boy's place on the platform. The boy, instinctly, jumped backwards and was suprised when the sword disappeared from his right hand. The boy barely glanced at the retreating sword before he was forced to bound backwards again as the creature kneeling in front of him lurched forwards to attack.
He fell to the floor from his leap, staring at the sinister creature above. It stared ominously back at him as darkness began to swirl unexpectedly around the boy's form.
"-But don't be afraid".
The darkness began to entangle around the boy's legs as he lay there.
"You hold the mightiest weapon of all."
The boy, finally noticing the danger, turned to search for safety as the darkness then surrounded his entire body. He wallowed in it as he reached to grasp anything that could help him pull himself free.
"So don't forget:"
The boy sat hopelessly as the darkness curled itself over his shocked and fearful face.
"You are the one who will open the door."
A journey...
where you'll never know...
who you will run into next...
KINGDOM HEARTS
:) I hope you liked it, yes I added in that new platform. It was kind of boring to write because I had to describe more than people talked. It might not have been that good, but if it wasn't in your opinion, the next chapter will hopefully be better.
I might have the next chapter up by next weekend, the beginning of November. It just depends if I don't get too much homework from my annoying English and Math teachers.
