No more
The new keyblade master was the greatest hero that the world had ever seen. Tales of his courage and skill were whispered in every world across the universe. Stories had spread in every corner of the universe. Tales of the Keyblade master Sora and of his heroics deeds and of his neverending battle against the darkness. How he still would keep on fighting for the justice and right of the world, even when the situation seemed hopeless. How his strenght of heart was unchallenged. He was truly the most perfect hero of the light, that you could imagine.
In Worlds like Radiant garden and Disney castle, Sora was almost worshipped on. Even in worlds on the corners of the universe, almost unnoticed by anyone, there were stories circulating around. Stories telling of hero so perfect that some even doubted his existence in reality.
Sora had grown up. He wasn't that little kid anymore who had started his journey on the gentle beaches of Destiny's islands. Sora had grown to be a man forthy of all the praise. He had become the hero that would give everyone hope and could stand up to meet all the expectitions. He was everything the stories spoke of and more. He was restless in his journey to conquer darkness. He never grew tired or gave up. Not even when he knew that his quest would never stop. There would always be darkness to battle. Darkness would exist in this world as long as hearts of the peoples would carry even tiny seed of shadow in them. Sora's fight was neverending one.
Everyone else would try to get Sora to rest a little. To stop and breathe even for a moment. They would tell him that it was okay to rest a little once in a while. That he could take a little time off and care for just himself for a change. They would suggest that Sora stop in some nice world and spend a nice vacation. Afterall nobody could go on like that forever. Not even the legendary Sora.
Many young ladies would secretly hope that it would be their world that the keyblade master would choose for a vacation spot. Afterall, Sora was not only praised for his strenght and bravery, but for his handsome boyish looks also.
No matter what peoples would say, Sora would not stop. Sora kept on fighting, never resting, running after heartless nonstop. Never would he stay to enjoy the light that he left behind in his wake.
Kairi was probably the only one who could see the true reason behind Soras mad chase. King Mickey might know as well, but he never said anything. Not that Kairi ever brought the issue up either. It was just something you did not want to converse over. Donald and Goofy might also understand. Afterall, they had long ago given up on following Sora to his journeys. Kairi, wasn't realy sure what those two knew, as she didn't see the two of them that much these times. Kairi suspected the duck and the dog still to be a bit ashmased of themselves, even after all this time. They had once made a vow to always be on Soras side and support him wherever the road might lead them.
Kairi didn't blame the two of them for breaking their vow. Kairi also knew that Sora wouldn't blame them either, if he even remembered to think of his old companions at all.
It was ironic that while the world lived in a perfect happily ever after, Kairi lived in a nightmare and Sora..., well Sora probably lived in something even worse than a nightmare.
After everything was said and done, Kairi had moved back to her old home-world, Radiant Garden. She had been celebrated as the lost princess that had returned. Being a princess of light had made her right away a bublic icon to the masses and while still being overwhelmed by it all, she had taken up on all the work. Working together with the comitea she had helped to rebuild the city and restore the city to its former, or maybe even greater, glory.
There was lots of work to do and it helped Kairi to not think too much.
Many peoples of The Radiant Garden thought that Kairis melancholy came from Sora being always away. It wasn't completely wrong, just not the whole truth either. Everytime(less and less often) Sora visited Kairi, somebody would take it as their job to remind the keyblade master that he shouldn't leave his girl alone for such a long time. Shouldn't he stay and spent some time with his princess for a change. It just wouldn't do for a hero to leave his girl completely ignored like this.
Everytime Kairi would have to try silence all these helpfull souls, that meant well, but knew nothing about anything.
It was true that Kairi did feel anxious when Sora was away. Truth was also that Kairi felt even worse when Sora was around. At some point Kairi had noticed that she was looking towards Soras visits with more fear than joy. No matter how much Kairi would scold herself for it, the truth was that Kairi did not want to see Sora anymore. It was too horrible to see those blue eyes,once so full of life, look so dead now. See the way Sora moved, stiff and always alert. See the hard line of his mouth, where it once had been brilliant smile. See the face that no longer awaited anything from life. With time Sora had started to look more and more dead to the world.
The most worst thing for Kairi was to see this new Sora fighting.
Kairi could still clearly remember how Sora had fought before. Before the lifelessness in his eyes had taken over.
Before Sora had always fought with passion to protect. He had fough efficently, using his keyblade to destroy the enemy as quick and throhought as possible. Sora had fough with burning fire in his eyes.
When Kairi had seen Sora whip of his keyblade now, seen how small far away flames would light in the bottom of the empty eyes, it had scared Kairi.
Seeing him fight novadays was disturbing.
The way how Sora leaped in the middle of all the heartless and swung his keyblades in great arcs. He leaped and dodged, he gracefully moved his keybledes in perfect synch but didn't destroy the enemy with efficency and speed that it was clear he was capable of. Instead Sora circeled and swung, dodged and stabbed and continued his dangerous dance untill there were no more enemy left. Savouring the fight, stretching it, making it last longer than it was necessary.
The whole time he was fighting there was this small light behind his eyes and that guarded face melted of. The look of pure peacefullness came to rest on Soras face. He did not smile, but his mouth relaxed with the rest of his features. His look was almost gentle, maybe longing, like he was seeing somwhere far away.
Sora twirled and let the darkness around him almost get to him, let it almost entwine him with its tendrils, before banishing it with his own light. In that moment, seeing that, Kairi had known that Sora would never stop fighting. Would never stop chasing the shadows that would dissappear under his light.
When Sora stopped fighting the emptyness again returned to his eyes, he became the dead zombie again.
It had all been just to much for Kairi. She knew that she couldn't bear looking Sora fight ever again.
Oh Riku, why did you have to leave us so soon...
King Mickey was worried about the keyblades chosen hero. Yes, Sora was looked up to, even worshipped, especialy on Mickeys own kingdom. His heroics were praised and people admired his strenght to always keep on fighting.
That was exactly why Mickey was worried.(It's too late now, Isn't it. A small voice in his head kept reminding Mickey.)
Mickey had thought that time would heal the boys wounds. Sora had definitely deserved some time and solittude after all that had happened. Especialy after his heavy losses.
The mourning time had streched, first to months and then to years.
Mickeys patience had been the wrong call, as the boy he had found, fighting the darkness on the edge of the universe, was not the same boy he had sent off.
Sora had started to resemble Roxas scaringly lot.
Maybe it had finaly happened. Sora and Roxas had finaly melted in to a same being. Maybe the thing that everyone had wished for to happen had at last happened. There were no longer Sora or Roxas, but this new soul, this new person that was both of them.
Maybe Sora and Roxas could only truly become one when they got to share the same pain. Maybe their souls melted together, not because of the happy ending, but because of their shared agony.
Mickey had gotten this theory when he had seen Sora fighting. A powerfull fire-spell had cut throught darkness and in the light of the flames, Soras hair had seemed a shade lighter. The face had stayed the same, but now the eyes were following the flames with same kind of hunger that they had folowed the darkness just a moment ago.
Funny how everybody had wantted for Sora and Roxas to fuse together. Now that Mickey thought of it, those two had been so different. They had been two seperated beings afterall.
Or maybe, Mickey was just trying to find excuse for that he had lost that carefree and innocent Sora. He should have never let Sora to leave all alone. He should have started to look for him faster.
He should have tried to protect Riku better...
Somewhere, in some lonely part of the universe, the fire cuts throught the darkness and the hero dissappears in to the shadows. Peoples will admire his courage and his virtuous and they will believe in perfect heroes.
He will be praised and he will be hailed, but the hero will hear nothing of it.
He will dance and he will chace and he will miss and mourn so desperately, forever and everafter.
If you follow the stream
It will guide you from world to world
over the hills
somewhere there is a meadow
like dreams
a meadow of dreams
without words it plays
no more voice
no more prison
from emptyness a blankett
the softest you can make
no more voice
no more guardian
will you come for me once
to come and get me
-No more, Indica