Kingdom Hearts Another Destiny

LOST MEMORIES

W.T.

A year has passed since the events of Kingdom Hearts.

Destiny or fate refers to the inevitable course of events. It may be conceived as the irresistible power or agency that determines the future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the universe.

Chapter 4

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The lightning blazed as the once proud boy walked out into the street. Puddles of water parted as his feet moved across the ground. The boy looked up, only to fall back on his knees. "Where am I?" he muttered, hoping that someone other than himself would answer the question. He reached out to nothingness, praying that someone would come and help him.

"Hello?" The thunder overpowered his voice, making him seem mute. "Please, somebody. Help me…" he muttered.

A completely desolate city. Not a soul could be seen or heard. It was hard to believe; he struggled to comprehend what was actually happening.

The boy looked up, to see huge television screens flashing. He saw friends. "Goofy… Donald…" he muttered weakly.

Sora felt tears well up. He was fifteen now and his next birthday wasn't too far off. He was becoming a man, but he couldn't hold back the tears.

Their faces look concerned on the screen. Were they somehow contacting him?

"Help me!" Sora whispered, reaching out. There was no reply, save for the perpetual staring.

He fell back down, his back hitting the cold concrete. Rain pelted down on his fallen body. "Sora!" shouted a voice. A feminine voice.

"K-Kairi…?" Sora muttered, turning around. Nothing.

"Do you want to see her?" asked a voice. Sora looked up, seeing nothing.

"Who are you?" he asked, still lying down on the ground.

"Does it matter? More important is who you are."

Sora couldn't believe that he couldn't see who he was talking to, but he was happy to have somebody to communicate with.

"Please, help me…"

"You should not need help. You have learned the truth about your life. You have been blessed with the truth."

"What are you talking about?" Sora asked, getting up. His legs felt like they were on fire, but he had to confront this person. There was nobody. "Where are you? Why won't you face me?!" Sora shouted.

"Because I don't need to."

"What? I want you to face me!" Sora shouted, summoning his Keyblade. He was still alone. The Keyblade was the one he had carried with him for almost all of his glorious adventures across the Universe. It had a silver shaft with a negative of a crown at the tip of the key. Surprisingly, it was quite similar to the crown pendant which Sora bore around his neck.

"Not everybody gets what they want, and not everybody gets what they deserve," replied the voice.

"Where are you hiding?!" Sora screamed, running around every corner of the lonely street. He didn't know why he was so angry, but it felt good to feel emotion again.

"You have already seen me; why do you need to see me again?" the voice explained.

"I don't know you!" Sora shouted. The voice was completely foreign to him. The voice was powerful, yet weak and somehow eerily familiar.

"Oh really?"

Sora turned around and saw a glimpse of a black coat, but a second later, nothing was there.

"Where are you? What do you want?" Sora called out. The only reply came from the hollow echo of Sora's voice, resonating for infinity in the quiet city.

Out from the silence came a single voice, obscuring the echo. "I want to help you."