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Now presenting... chapter 26!
Endless falling… just how it started his journey to save those he held dear to his heart. It seemed only fitting that to clear his heart from his inner demons, this was the place that was best fit.
The beautifully crafted tile floor shone beneath Sora-Xehanort's feet with glowing radiance. Except for little, tiny specks that danced on the surface of the pedestal, which the keyblade wielder immediately recognized as the three who are helping him fight for his heart.
Ventus…Roxas…Sora…
All of them fought with much intensity, their keyblades striking out with speed and agility to match any warrior. The image of Xehanort, Sora-Xehanort didn't see very well, but the brunette knew that underneath the old man's cloak was a sinister smile.
But what caught Sora-Xehanort's gold eye was the image on the floor was different from all of the other times he had come to the Chamber of Awakening. The colors were not as bright as they had been. They weren't dim, but darker. Like a more serious atmosphere.
The image was changed as well. Instead of himself wearing his former attire from his first journey into the darkness, it was himself now. His picture was divided, right down the middle. On one side, there was his right eye, the blue one, was bright and innocent; his clothes were the ones the three good fairies had made him when he first met Master Yen Sid. His friends on the right were smiling, Kairi, Riku, Donald, Goofy, Mickey, and now One was added. On the left half, it was the golden eye of Fatigo. His clothes were not his own, a black coat with black gloves and boots. Swirling darkness surrounded the lower part of the left side of the tile floor, while on the right of it, the Pure Light of Kingdom Hearts shone through.
Sora-Xehanort knew that the split in the tile represented a choice. Choose the darkness, and you get limitless power. But you also lose what matters to you most. Chose the Light, and you don't get power from the Light itself; but the light of your friends always helps you get your duty done.
Sora-Xehanort knew his choice from the beginning; the entire episode with Xehanort's heart inside his own tested that decision. But the answer never wavered, no matter what pain he had been through.
"I AM LIGHT!"
Sora-Xehanort's call echoed endlessly around the Chamber, its combatants stopping to look up at the keyblade wielder who was floating downward toward the battle. His eyes no longer held inner turmoil, but now were as calm and cool as a running river. The floor exploded into a white light, like before, and the image changed into a full representation of what he had become, the incarnate of Light itself.
Fatigo's image started to waver, as his face pulled upward into a snarl, his voice as angry as a roaring lion.
"Do you not know that the darkness will always win, boy?!" Fatigo pulled his keyblade, the Keyblade of Peoples' Hearts. Sora-Xehanort knew not how he obtained it, as he thought it was gone forever.
But the spiky haired brunette summoned his own weapon, which like the floor, had changed in response to what side he had chosen. The dark colors were gone, replaced with dusty gold and varying shades of white. The dragon's head still was there, as was the keychain, but everything else had changed. The blade was smooth, looking like Light itself was etched into the blade. It sparkled and shimmered like the ocean, which was the main body color of it. For the teeth of the key, they wavered like sun's rays.
At once, the teen knew what the key would now be called.
Saving Grace.
Sora-Xehanort rose the new keyblade to match Fatigo's and immediately started to engage him in time, blows were effortlessly made to Fatigo, and his strength never diminished. Slowly but ever so surely, was Sora-Xehanort gaining the upper hand.
He slashed the dark manipulator across his chest, and then the man dropped to the ground. Panting and fading, his eyes glowed of hatred and amazement. But before he could ask how Sora-Xehanort had beaten him, the latter spoke,
"As if you haven't already learned, I always choose the Light. My side never diminishes! My friends are my power!"
The three behind him stood beside their comrade, as they finished by pointing their keyblades at Fatigo's chest. The tips of their keyblades started to emit a bright light. Fatigo's eyes widened with fear as the beams of energy were released from the weapons.
"AND I'M THEIR'S"
The darkness dissipated out of sight, and when it was completely calm, Sora-Xehanort muttered quietly, "Good Riddance."
The gold and blue eyed teen fell to his knees, exhaustion replacing the euphoria of his heart now being his own again. A hand reached down to him, and when Sora-Xehanort looked up, it was his original self, smiling his goofy grin. Sora-Xehanort grasped the hand and was surged unsteadily to his feet.
Sora-Xehanort looked around for Roxas and Ventus, but they were nowhere to be found. Sora-Xehanort turned to the original, about to ask when the original shook his head no.
"They have been sent back to wherever they belong." The Original said, not worrying at all. Unlike Sora-Xehanort, who felt it like a raging storm.
"Ventus?"
"His heart is back with his body, and he should be returning to Terra and Aqua soon enough." The Original answered. Sora-Xehanort thought he sounded a lot like One.
"Roxas?"
Now the Original seemed to be stumped. His blue ocean eyes shifted up and down while thinking about his answer. Then with a sudden snap, he remembered. "Roxas has his own heart, not mine, and not Ventus'. He should get his own body."
"And you?"
The Original seemed generally surprised that he was mentioned at all. But since Sora-Xehanort gestured for him to continue what would happen once he left, the Original sighed. He spoke quietly, nervous even.
"I will either fade from existence, or join with you."
Gasping in shock, Sora-Xehanort stepped backward. All this time, he thought he would turn back into the Original, not vice versa! The boy, who looked the same by all but his eyes, knew what Sora-Xehanort was thinking. He gave a calming squeeze upon Sora-Xehanort's shoulder.
"Don't forget, I'm you! I'm still going to be around when you need me!" The Original's hand started to glow with white light. Sora-Xehanort's lips began to quiver, and against all odds, he started to cry.
"But Sora, it was supposed to be you! Not me!" Sora-Xehanort tried to grab his Original's hand once again, but now it was like trying to grab a ghost. His arm became transparent, glowing in light. Then so did his legs, his chest, his other arm, until it was like he was a spirit.
The Original smiled, and spoke final words to the one who would take over for him, "We are the same, except I'm still going to be inside your heart…"
And then the Original disappeared into a burst of Light…
I was listening to Ven's theme when I wrote this! So sad... Anyway, I have a poll on my profile that I need some people to check out please!
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Dragon Out!