Note: I do not own any of the Kingdom Hearts Characters (that is all Disney, SquareEnix got a little screwed, but hey, I'm not complaining, it's a great game). This is where my story starts to take on its own meaning. Sora begins his trip down the crossroads.

"So what are we gonna do now, Sora?" Goofy came up beside me, and sat down next to me. Donald was pacing back and forth behind us, muttering something to himself that I couldn't understand. I had been sitting down, staring at the multiple paths that made up the crossroads. It seemed as if hours had gone by while I was sitting there, but for all I knew it had only been a few minutes. The place we were in was nothing but darkness, but the path ahead seemed as if it was illuminating itself.

"I think I know which one I'm gonna take," I said, rising to my feet. "In all the really good fairy tales I heard when I was a kid; the path that always looked the hardest was always the right one to take, so I'm going to take this one." I pointed my finger to a particularly curving path. The way looked very narrow, but something told me it was the road I was going to have to travel.

"That one?!?" Donald nearly jumped in the air when I told them. "Noooooo! I refuse to go that way!" Donald was going into one of his fits. I gave a glance to Goofy and mouthed:

"Wand comes out in 3, 2, 1..." at the exact moment I counted down, Donald pulled out his wand, and pointed it right at me. Immediately following, I pulled out the Key blade and knocked it from his hands.

"Look Donald, we can either sit here arguing about this, end up getting mad at each other, not talking, and you end up following me anyway, or you can just agree with me for once and we can go down that path and see where it goes."

Donald stood, mouth agape, staring in disbelief at what I had just said. I'd certainly gotten angry before, but I had never simply told him it was my way or the highway. Goofy gave a silent chuckle.

"What's so funny?!" Donald screamed, turning towards Goofy. Donald jumped at him, attempting to knock him over, but only managed to bounce off of him before falling to the floor in a small heap. Jumping into the air, Donald let out a scream of frustration, ran over to his wand, and fell down. I couldn't help but think of how boring this trip would be without him. Rising to his feet, Donald brushed himself off, and picked up his wand.

"Fine, we'll go your way, but if we end up in danger, don't blame me."

"Alrighty, it's settled then," Goofy said, pulling out his shield. "Let's see where it leads."

Swallowing hard, I stepped forward towards the path I had chosen. With every step I took, my body seemed to weigh even more.

Is this the right way? I don't know, but I can't let Donald or Goofy know that. I was very close now, merely a step or so away. I took in one last breath and moved to start down the long road.

"AHHH!!!" My body felt as though I had been hit with a thundaga attack. Not being able to stand the pain, I fell to my knees and whited out.

My eyes fluttered open. Staying in the position I was, I tried to get a look around, so as to not be caught off guard. The room was all black, with no light to be seen. For some reason though, the floor seemed to be illuminating itself.

Why does this place seem so familiar? Something about this place struck me as odd. Had I been here before? Then it hit me.

This was where it had all begun. The first place I had heard the voice. The place where I had chosen the powers of the warrior, and given up the powers of the guardian. This was where I first met the heartless, and where I'd learned of my destiny to open a door I knew nothing of.

Why am I back here now? It doesn't make any sense. I already chose my path. Why am I back at the beginning? I was turning over every possible reason as to why I was here again, when the voice answered my question.

"Sometimes to continue on, you must start again from the beginning. When you started this journey, I told you your journey would begin in the dead of night, but to press on, because dawn will eventually come. Dawn is still far off. To aid you in your quest, you shall be put to a trial. If you can pass it, the answers you seek shall be made clear."

Rising to my feet, I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Ever since that first day, I had wanted to know who it was that was attempting to guide me.

"Show yourself!" I yelled into the eternal dark. "Who are you, and why have you chosen me? What did I show that made you choose me to carry the Key blade?"

"As I have told you, complete the trial and your questions shall be answered."

"Present it then! I have waited to long, and fought too hard to be denied now," Growing angry, I attempted to pull out my Key blade, but it would not appear. "What's wrong?" I muttered to myself, "Why won't it appear?" As if responding to my question, the voice spoke again.

"This trial is a test of your strengths alone. You will not be allowed to use your Key blade. You shall face both physical and mental trials. Begin." As soon as the voice said this, a large bladed pendulum came swinging down at me.

"Great, this is just how I wanted to spend my day..."