"Sometimes it's hard to just keep going... but faith is moving without knowing..." ~ Fireflight
Voices. It had been so long since Ven had heard any. Their sounds curled around him like streams of light, warming his frozen limbs and heart. Peering out through the haze he was trapped in, he saw a glow up ahead. Actually, several glows – seven of them, coming nearer by the second.
He was about to move forward, but something held him back. What if it's a trap? Xehanort was pretty crafty... he could have found a way to lure him back into the darkness. Besides... he was exhausted.
Sadly, the blonde contemplated the lights again. He saw what looked like Aqua's pale blue, Terra's orange, Mickey's yellow. But what of the others? There was also glowing pink, a burning red, one deep blue; and shining brightest, in the center, Ven saw pure white.
His heart throbbed painfully. Cringing, he clutched it, eyes downcast. What if the light's a trick?
What if it's not?
Raising his head, he braced himself, and took a step. Then another. Then another.
He was done with darkness. If it was a trap, he'd find out soon enough. Ventus was willing to take the risk.