(To be safe, I'm going to remind anyone who's curious that anything that has a copyright, is copyrighted to their respective owners. No joke.)

Sora was holding a keyblade in his hands. Oddly enough, it wasn't his either.

With all the emphasis on THE keyblade, Sora always thought the sword he used was the only one of it's kind. A heroic weapon, bane of the Heartless. While some speculated that it looked like it couldn't cut butter, one child went so far to ask why he was carrying around a toy, it had the ability to open any lock he used it on. It was always at hand, summoning itself at his heart's call, and sometimes without. The reliable blade would flash into his hand of its own accord if Heartless were lurking nearby, alerting him to their presence. He was thankful, because this had saved his heart more then once. He often wondered if it was sentient, though he didn't know that word or what it meant. More accurately, he wondered if the sword could think for itself.

The keyblade offered a sense of comfort, strengthening his heart and resolve as soon as it was in his fist. It was the subject of some legends, and from those who knew its significance, he received several different reactions. From two of his closest friends, it was a symbol of some sort of salvation. From one king of the watery depths, it was a symbol of impending ruin. He had much time to consider both ends, and any others that presented themselves. The keyblade certainly didn't make him invincible as others thought, he knew this after being injured and wounded several times in battle. The conclusion he drew was that the keyblade, despite never feeling quite right in his hands, was his and so it was salvation, and not ruin. He would not dream of turning it's power on any innocent.

This one though... a second keyblade. This one offered him no feelings holding it, and it felt strange to hold. Even less accustomed to his hands then his own, it felt like... an object. Not a force, like his.

It was certainly identical to his, to a degree. While his sported a silvery 'blade' with key teeth at the end, a black handle and a round guard, yellow in hue, this one differed. The one he held was black in blade and handle. The round guard was red as blood. He certainly knew that color by now, and it unnerved him ever so slightly. Instead of teeth at the end, it had a single spike, shaped a bit like a bat's wing. The largest detail he noted, however, was the lack of chain on the hilt.

His keyblade had a key chain, for lack of a better term, and on the end was a trinket resembling three interlocking circles. He had seen the same symbol several times, a few times in the trials on the fateful day months ago, and on Goofy's shield too. Donald had remarked once in his odd voice that it resembled the head of their king. When he asked again about the symbol, he learned it apparently branded several banners and things back on their home world. After that, he summoned his weapon, and studied it intently. It never felt quite at home in his grip. Perhaps, that was because it was from this other world they described? One that he had never seen, despite having been well traveled, he thought.

This other keyblade however had no chain to speak of. And this confused Sora, as things often did. He knew little of the keyblade's nature, but his was from this other world, and it was made to destroy heartless, and seal other worlds off to them. It was branded by the chain, as a part of that world. This one though, seemed to belong to nothing. It was as if his foe had pulled it from the air itself (Saying nothing of the method of drawing a keyblade, HIS certainly appeared out of nowhere often enough). What sort of thing was this? It really WAS different...

It also apparently had the ability to unlock people's hearts. What exactly that entailed puzzled him further. Used on the witch from earlier, it granted her desire of filling her heart with darkness. This gave rise to new powers, and strengthened other powers she had from wielding said darkness in the first place. The resulting battle was both grueling and destructive, leaving the large room they fought in almost ready to collapse when it was finally over. It was certainly lucky they were carrying enough supplies to cure an entire army.
'Well... a small one maybe...' He thought with a mental laugh.

He then continued thinking, as he looked the sword over yet again. There was something in his heart that needed unlocking, rather badly, he might add. This keyblade was certainly a method, but he wondered just how safe it was. It was a powerful object; this much was common knowledge to the three occupants in the room. It had cut him deep when he was separated from his friends by a barrier. Said barrier was never breached either, despite spell after mighty spell Donald punished it with, or how many times Goofy hammered it with his considerable strength. He wondered even now how he managed to prevail in the desperate duel.
'No, that's not important now.' Indeed, it wasn't. The matter at hand was, however. It seemed there was only one course of action to take. 'Now, that hag's heart was unlocked with a thrust, so...'

Donald and Goofy watched their friend turn the foreign keyblade over and over again in his hand. He was considering something, that was for sure. Goofy pondered as to whether or not he was going to take it with them. Two keyblades certainly seemed better then one. His thoughts were struck down and replaced with shock however, when Sora positioned the point of the sword over his chest. Donald realized right away what he was about to do, and he knew this was a bad idea. Goofy knew it was a bad idea. Sora definitely knew it was a bad idea, having that much time to think about it. They looked at him, gazes asking him what the hell he was playing at. The goofy grin he sent back at them answered any questions they had. He was going to sacrifice himself, again.

"SORA, NO!"