Beginning Again

Sora lay in the grass awake, staring at the stars. His new clothes, gifts from Flora, Fauna, and Meriwether, felt weird, but they also felt better. And his old clothes reminded him of home. After Ansem's death, Sora wasn't sure what exactly happened top the Destiny Islands. He hoped Kairi was okay. Hopefully she made it back. It's been a year since his journey began, and yet he's never gotten any closer to this supposed "Door to the Light". Looking at the night sky, he remembered what Donald told him during their stay in Hollow Bastion, after they sealed the Keyhole.

"Every star in the sky is a different world, even your island." Sora found it hard believe back then, but after all they've been through, he believed it now.

"Could the Heartless even destroy all those worlds?" He asked Donald.

"Of course," he said, never taking his eyes off the sky. "There may be billions of worlds, but there could be billions or trillions of Heartless." The thought still made Sora shudder. Trillions of Heartless. He closed his eyes, and the tall grass shifted in the darkness.

It stumbled through the grass, it's dark vision only illuminated by the faint, pulsing glow in the distance. A heart. A good, pure heart. It thought about this. Would it really be worth the trouble? What if it could fight? What if it was stronger? Unlike it's artificial brothers, it was free. That deranged man had no control over it. It started to walk away when the glowing pulse relaxed. Whatever it was, it was sleeping. An easy target. It once again began to stumble towards it's prey. It leapt out into the open.

The rustling woke Sora up. He pulled out the Kingdom Key as the Heartless jumped out. It was only a Shadow, but it could have easily gotten him in his sleep. Luckily, Heartless aren't exactly quiet. They reckless creature leapt at Sora, only to get knocked back. Sora brought the key down on it, destroying the assailant. Something wasn't right. Kingdom Hearts was sealed. The Heartless shouldn't be escaping. He looked up to the stars as one of the winked out of existence. It was beginning again.