'Gee Donal' I wonder where Sora might've gotten to?' Goofy exclaimed as he and the waddling Duck made their way through the rubble of the third district in search of their friend who had run off the night before,
'I'm not sure but he probably went to get Kairi!' Donald told him,
'But, wouldn' he uh... bring us along?'
'I'm not so sure anymore...' Donald muttered.
And it was true. Ever since they had saved Sora in Hollow Bastion he had seemed oddly distant from them. Donald felt as if he and Goofy were to Sora, mindless bodies that would follow and protect him for all eternity. Well he had news for him! As soon as they had found Sora, saved him from whatever mess he was in and bought him back to the hideout, Donald would prove to Sora that they weren't his personal guardian angels!
Trooping down a dark alley they conversed a little more,
'So uh... what d'ya think's gunna happen with the king if he isn't an Unknown?' Goofy asked,
'Hmmm... It sounds difficult. Because if he wasn't an Unknown that would make him...THE DECIEVER!? No I'm sure Tyra must be it; the King wouldn't do that to us would he? And how would that benefit him?'
'I wouldn' be so sure Donald! The King seems a li'le different from what he was before any of this ever happened...'
He was cut off by some noises from around the corner. The poked their heads around to see and hooded figure surrounded by Nephilim, they seemed to be taking orders from the man,
'We will do so oh great and almighty Yicemk!' a Nephilim said bowing,
'Good, now go! Kill the Unknowns, but remember, the blonde boy is mine- bring him to me alive!'
'Tyra!' Goofy hissed in alarm.
The figure paused for a moment as if listening or sniffing,
'We have company!' he said in a deep evil voice,
'We know you two are there, no point in hiding!'
Donald and Goofy exploded from around the corner in a charge at the Nephilim with their weapons to the ready,
'YAA!'
'Oh stop it!' the figure raised and hand and Donald and Goofy bounced back,
'Well, well, well. Who have we got here? The Wizard Donald and the Bumbling knight Goofy...kill them! They are not important to my plans' he turned to leave when Donald challenged him,
'Who are you anyway? And how do you know our names?'
'Oh but Donald...' the figure said reaching for his hood,' Don't you recognise me?' he began to lower it and Donald confronted with a horned black, evil eyed entity. The face began to change and morph into someone that the two did recognise. They gasped,
'YOU?'