Heartless Imperfection
Chapter III
Sora seemingly stared at his newfound memory, but Donald wasn't concerned about that which he just described. "I don't even know who that girl was, do you?"
Donald quickly shook his head, "She's probably unimportant." Goofy gave him a look, but Donald waved his feathered hand. "Get some rest, I'll call for you, Sora." And so the boy with the unkempt hair stepped out of sight, silently wandering through oceans of thoughts on his way to his room.
"Now why didn't you tell him?" Goofy blurted. "He had a right to remember, and you could have solved all his memory problems then and there!" He was really serious, despite his name.
Donald looked at him, "Because if he didn't have something to search for," He waddled away from his seat to turn his glance toward the window, "He would be bound to us. And we need him. We went through this already, more than once." He gave a knowing look to his comrade.
Sora dragged himself into the room and fell forward onto his bed, promptly falling asleep. What he failed to notice was the keyblade that had appeared in his hand before he slept.
"Three worlds you have to visit, two of them created by greed and anger. You've been to one of the three before, haven't you? Very long ago?"
Sora found himself in another strange dream-realm, asking himself old questions. "Is any of this real?" He trudged forward, feeling he had to put up with it this time. It was cold, too, he began to notice. As Sora faced the darkness swelling in front of him, he began to notice a few figures begin to etch themselves away from the whole. These few became three faces. They began to take shape and form, while gaining colors and depth before his very sight. "Now listen closely," Said a voice, far off, but so close.