[Trapped Inside]
[Terra, Xehanort; no pairings]
Not all prisons are confined spaces the size of entire rooms. Some of them are as small and vague as your own body.
Terra knows how this feels. Each and every day he watches, unable to change a thing, as another person controls his body and steals his youth and corrupts others and searches for answers. He watches as this person in his body, this person calling himself Xehanort transforms and disfigures himself into a Heartless and a Nobody. And suddenly he's calling Ansem and Xemnas, whereas his true form lies in shambles, merely specks of particles in the never-ending sky. An old man with a gray goatee, gone forever, and fused instead with Terra's young self.
It's sick and wrong and confusing, and sometimes Terra would rather not think about it. And sometimes, he wishes he were trapped anywhere else but here, in his own heart; or what's left of it.
He sought power from the Darkness to protect his loved ones and prove himself capable of being a Keyblade Master to his mentor, his master, his father-figure: Eraqus.
But now? Now, everything has gone horribly awry. Things were not as they seemed, and Darkness was only the first step to a worse fate: being trapped inside his own self, locked away and barely noticed, and completely forgotten by his captor.
Nothing torments Terra more than should-have-dones and could-have-beens. And they are all that he can think of, all that he can spend his time pondering. He is left utterly alone where he is, in a cave of Darkness and caught up in a torrent of emotions that do not belong to him.
Deep down, Terra knows that all he can do is wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Until someone rescues him from this place, or until he gathers the courage and strength to save himself.
Waiting is all he can do to stay sane.
Waiting is all he has left.