Greetings everyone and early happy Valentines Day! I actually have been trying to figure out how to write my story Exiled and after playing KHIII, I just can't seem to get my ideas for it in place. SO... I decided to write one of the stories from the first page that I shared. I tried 2 different ideas and I'm not sure how they are. Well, I'll let you all read it for yourselves, so hope you enjoy!

Title: A Mother's Secret

Type: Story

Summary: When the heartless appeared that night on Destiny Island, Sora's mother was filled with fear, not because of the creatures being unknown, but because she was all too familiar with what was happening and what the creatures were.

Idea: Sora's mom was a Keyblade wielder in the past, whether she was a Dandelion or a descendant of Dandelions has yet to remain decided. Or Sora's mom knows things she isn't supposed to know because of past experiences.

Sub-Ideas: Possible choices for Sora's mom.

- "How long ago was it when the heartless invaded? Must I wield the keyblade once more?"

- Sora's mom was passed down stories of the Keyblade War and about the spreading of hope, but she never thought of those stories until the night they showed up.

- Sora's mom had experienced the engulfing of her home world before ending up on Destiny Islands to start anew.

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Idea 1. Sora's Mom Was A Dandelion

'It had been so long since those dark and dreary days. When was the last time an experience such as this happened? Ah yes, the Keyblade War. That very day when many went into battle, and for what? The chance to prove whose union was the truest light filled in Kingdom Heart? These worlds have long been separated, their timelines all reset. Many had been scattered, but we soon lost our purpose. These peaceful days were just so enjoyable, I almost forgot about the dangers of the unknown.'

A woman writes in her journal as she looks outside her window to a beautiful starry view. She sits and reflects on all she had done in the past years since her arrival in this tiny world. To think this was once a place that was connected to many other worlds. If children wanted to leave, they could and then they would be able to explore the great wonders beyond the borders. But the worlds were scattered, and the beauty of the night reminded her now of those that were once one. My how she missed being able to freely move about where she pleased, to be able to see a sight beyond what was familiar. But there was something to be said about the simple life she now lived. It was peaceful, her home was welcoming, the people lived in union with one another, and the days passed by with little worry. Such is the routine she fell into, a life of normalcy. She lived, she grew, she loved, she married, and gave birth to a new generation. Her young son, Sora. He was named with the local language of the island, but his name held a much deeper meaning. Sora, the sky, endless possibilities and no limitations as to how far it reaches. Her little sky reminded her of how big the world really was and that there was so much more beyond. This name was a reminder to her of what had once been and what has become the hope of the future. Her little Sora, her beautiful boy, and apart of her reason.

Before Sora, before her love life, she was restless, bright, and would never have settled for her current peaceful life. Always seeking adventure with her Keyblade in hand, there was not a moment that was just a peaceful day. Battles with heartless, missions with those fairytale princesses in the different parts of the world, oh how she took them all for granted. That day they were introduced to the new leaders of the union, they told everyone that the Masters had all "vanished, dimmed, and faded" away to other lands and left them with the new task of restoring the world. But she knew the truth, for the memories remained in her about the harsh realities of the Keyblade War. She never spoke a word about it to anyone, since they all seemed to have successfully forgotten. But looking back at it now, she wondered if they should have taken away their knowledge at all. If they remembered, maybe the mistakes of the leaders of the second generation would have been avoided. But aside from that, she moved on. Time passed differently in this small world of theirs, for what seemed like years since her arrival could have been decades or centuries among the other worlds. How did she know this? It was because of a young boy who left the islands, about his teen years at the time. She was already in her early 20s, and several years later, she saw this young teen again but as an older man. He had figured out how to leave the islands, but how and when? She had no clue, but didn't pry the secrets and kept to her life.

When her son was born, there was something different about him. He wailed and cried like every other baby, but for a brief moment, he stopped and smiled before wailing again. Those opened eyes smiled at her and the beautiful blue made her feel that he was so beautifully special. She wouldn't realize till he was much older, that her legacy would continue within her boy. (unfinished)

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Idea 2. Sora's Mom Is A Descendant Of (A) Dandelion(s)

"... and then they sailed off into the sunset, to discover new adventures that were out there. The End." a young woman with messy long brown hair and blue eyes finished reading to her son.

"That was a great story mom!" the little blue-eyed, spiky brown haired boy excitedly exclaimed.

"Are you not sleepy yet? You had a long day out on the play island with Riku and your father. You need to go sleep now, otherwise, you'll be too much of a sleepy head to play games tomorrow." The mother said in her sweet but stern tone.

"Awww mom, I'm not tired yet! How about just one more story then I promise I will go sleep?" the little boy pleaded while looking at his mom with sparkling sad puppy dog eyes. She knew that it was really late, but those eyes always managed to pierce her heart for her to give in.

"Alright, just one more story but that's it Sora." she sighed while still smiling as her little boy expressed his happiness and cuddled closer to her.

She thought about pulling a story from the shelf, but Sora was hugging her tightly that she decided to tell a story without the use of a picture book. At that moment, she was reminded of a legend passed down in her family that she was told quite often, since she was much like her child who was just as stubborn to fall asleep. It was so long since she thought about that story, but since it came into her mind, she decided to share it anyway despite not remembering every detail.

"Now this story is quite different from the ones I've told you Sora. It's not about pirates, sailing the oceans like sailors, or even about gigantic sea creatures from the oceans. This tale is about a land far far away, a place where great warriors lived and fought together."

"Woah, great warriors mom? The kind that fights the bad guys like how the pirates fight each other?"

"It's a little different sweetie." Sora nodded and allowed his mom to continue.

"A long, long time ago, the world was beautiful and full of light. Everyone lived happily together in this world, and in one town there were ancient warriors who fought to protect all the beautiful light. The warriors would visit different lands and islands fighting the darkness and the bad guys. Every world was like a storybook fairytale, a daring adventure, rescuing others, and even rescuing princesses and princes. All the adventures were to defeat the evil darkness and keep the good and light safe. But not all the warriors were good, some began to turn to the bad side because they wanted to keep the light for themselves. So they began having darkness and evil intentions in their hearts, just like the bad guys they fought. The darkness spread, and more and more warriors and people began to be even more focused on keeping light for themselves instead of protecting it. Then a Great War took place and many went away, the darkness taking away their light and their hearts."

Sora had so many questions about his mom's tale but didn't wanted to interrupt. Seeing the look in his eyes, his mother continued, "But there were still a few warriors left that kept the light, and they were found in the hearts of the children like you. The children warriors survived and so did their light, and they helped to make new worlds. With the light they had, they even rebuilt the world that was lost. The world we live in today is all thanks to those children of long ago. They went off and discovered new lands out there on the waters and made homes there. But what's most important in this story is to remember, even when there is so much darkness and little hope, remember the light, believe in the light and the darkness won't ever defeat you. With a heart like yours so full of light, you'll be able to stand against the darkness."

By the time she had finished her revised version of the tale from whatever she could remember, Sora was nearly asleep, still hugging his mom with a content smile on his face. Doing her best to get up, she repositioned his body to tuck him in and planted a small kiss goodnight on his forehead. While in the hallway, she wondered what had compelled her to tell this story that was long since forgotten to her little boy. Oh, she would never know until years later when Sora was a young teen. On that day, the answer became clear as glass. The night of the storm, something felt so wrong. She was unsure, yet kept to her routine of cooking a meal for all three of them to enjoy. Her husband sat at the table awaiting the delicious meal his beloved prepared. Once the preparations were complete, she called Sora to come down as was the routine. But on that night there was no response. She went up the stairs to find he was gone, she looked out the window to see the storm, and then went outside with her husband to search. They split, and so began his mother's search. It was when shadows with beady yellow eyes popped up from the ground, she remembered her past and the stories passed down from the generation before.

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Well, that's my 2 ideas I attempted to play with for this story. I have no name for her yet, so for now she's called Sora's Mom. Of course, they're just trials and not the final since my main story is Exiled. But if you did like this, feel free to leave a comment. I'm open to suggestions and ways to improve my writing.

That's all for now, Anyway, if you have any ideas, suggestions, or any comments, feel free to let me know. Thank you so much for reading! See you next chapter! :D