"He's...walking away?" I thought, confused.
I reached into my pocket, noticing the loss of weight. He had taken my cell. He now knew where Ven and Aqua were, and he was going to kill them. My mind raced. Using my keyblade again as a crutch, I propped myself up and looked around. It was still night, and I needed rest even more now. But deep down in my heart I knew I couldn't stop. Master Xehanort was heading for the Icelands. My mind hatched a plan, one that would allow me to rest.
I would rest for the night, sleep off the battle, and then head after Xehanort, traveling as fast I could. I knew I wouldn't be able to get past the Olan, but they would be no match for Master Xehanort. If I traveled fast enough, I would be able to reach the Gates of the Icelands only a few hours after Xehanort, and therefore the Olans would still be recovering from his attack. If I was in luck, I would be able to get through the gates with minimal offense. My plan was based heavily on luck, but that was all I had at the moment. I headed for the small cave I had spotted earlier.
Morning came more quickly than I hoped for, but I shrugged off my pains and headed out of the cave at a sprint. My magic helped me glide every once in a while, giving me time to catch my breath. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the gliding constant and I had to run between uses. I had no clue what time it was, as I used my cell as my watch. By looking at the sun, I could tell it had to be at least 6:00 AM. Master Xehanort would have busted through the gates at a minimum of two hours ago. I had a chance.
The Gates of the Icelands made their way into my view at around 8:00 AM. I paused to take in the view of destruction. The normally tall, gleaming blue gates were now an ugly color of gray. Giant holes in the gates were singed with fire, pieces of the burned gate surrounding them. Four dead Olans were on the ground in front of the gate. They looked like fallen buildings, being almost four time the size of a normal human. Their large clubs were clutched tightly in their cold, now dead, hands.
"Christ..." I muttered under my breath.
I had expected Master Xehanort to break through the gate, but to take down four Olans, that was another thing entirely. Nether the less, I seized the opportunity and walked through one of the holes in the gate.