Kingdom Hearts: Sacred Flow
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or properties. Marvel Studios is owned by Disney Entertainment and Marvel Comics. Kingdom Hearts and their characters are jointly owned by Disney Interactive and Square Enix. This work is pure fan fiction and how both worlds of Kingdom Hearts and the MCU would mix together).
(THIS IS A SIDE-STORY WHICH OCCURS BEFORE THE EVENTS OF AVENGERS X KINGDOM HEARTS: INFINITY WAR. THIS STORY EXPLAINS SORA'S STORY AND WHAT HE WAS DOING BEFORE THANOS CAME ALONG. PLEASE ENJOY.)
Chapter 1: Fractured Timeline: A Fateful Failure
Darkness looms over the horizon, a foreboding presence that stretches its tendrils across the fabric of reality. I stand at the precipice, my heart burdened with a choice that could unravel the very threads of existence. Tempting fate has become my only recourse, for time is but a fragile tapestry, waiting to be rewoven.
The Power of Awakening courses through my veins, a gift granted by the Keyblade, yet with every use, I tread upon a treacherous path. I have danced with the forces of destiny, manipulating the ebb and flow of time itself, hoping to rewrite the tragedies that befall us. But the consequences... They are far greater than I could have ever imagined.
Time travel, a formidable force that promises to rewrite history, holds the allure of salvation. In my desperate pursuit to save those I hold dear, I have traversed the corridors of time, peering into moments long past and futures yet to unfold. But with every leap, with every alteration, the threads of fate become increasingly fragile.
The weight of my actions presses upon my heart. Toying with the delicate balance between light and darkness, past and future, has brought me to the precipice of despair. The line between savior and destroyer blurs, and I find myself questioning the very essence of my purpose.
Yet, hope flickers within me—a beacon that refuses to be extinguished. I stand amidst the fragments of shattered realities, a testament to the battles fought and the sacrifices made. The echoes of my journey reverberate through the darkness, beckoning me to forge onward, to seek redemption in the face of impending doom.
The hands of the clock tick relentlessly, a constant reminder that time is a force both malleable and unforgiving. I know not what lies ahead, what trials and tribulations await me in the vast expanse of existence. But I am no stranger to adversity, to the relentless pursuit of light in the face of overwhelming darkness.
I take a deep breath, the weight of my Keyblade in my grasp. The allure of time's embrace beckons me, and yet, I hesitate. I am but a single soul, bound by the constraints of mortality, but armed with an unwavering spirit.
In this realm of shadows and fleeting moments, where destinies intertwine and the boundaries of reality blur, I venture forth. The path before me may be fraught with perils unknown, but I am resolved. I will navigate the treacherous currents of time, not as a mere observer, but as an agent of change.
***End of Passage***
Darkness. It engulfed Sora, swirling around him like an insidious vortex, as he plummeted through the fractured remnants of reality. Images flickered and fragmented, scenes from his memories and beyond, blending together in a kaleidoscope of confusion. How had everything gone so wrong?
***JOURNEY THROUGH THE HEARTS***
The Power of Awakening and time travel had been his last resort, a desperate gamble to rescue Kairi from the clutches of Xehanort's wicked scheme. He had defeated the ancient Keyblade master, vanquished Organization XIII, and yet, in the aftermath, Kairi was nowhere to be found. Xehanort's twisted plan to forge the χ-blade had succeeded, and Kingdom Hearts loomed ominously in the distance, its radiance casting an eerie glow upon the shattered battlefield.
With unwavering determination, Sora had set off once more, determined to find Kairi, no matter the cost. His heart resonated with an unyielding bond, a connection that refused to be severed. Fate may have conspired against them, but Sora was not one to accept defeat.
Harnessing The Power of Awakening once more, Sora transcended the barriers of time and space, propelled backward through the currents of destiny. He found himself transported to a pivotal moment—the battle between the Guardians of Light and the Organization. It was a moment that had shaped their future, a turning point in the battle against darkness.
Sora felt himself passing through the hearts of his fellow guardians, their memories, emotions, and resolve flowing around him like an ethereal river. Ventus, Aqua, Terra, Roxas—their hearts resonated with courage and determination, a united front against the encroaching darkness. Sora could almost hear their voices echoing in his mind, urging him forward, driving him toward his ultimate goal.
As he delved deeper, the fabric of time and space seemed to unravel, revealing a fragment of his past self's heart. Sora's heart clenched with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. This was his chance to avert Kairi's tragic fate, to rewrite the course of history and bring her back to the light. With every ounce of strength and hope, he reached out.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans. As Sora's fingers brushed against the edges of his past self's heart, an unseen force surged forth, snatching Kairi away from his grasp. She was wrenched from his reach, disappearing into the swirling maelstrom of chaos and uncertainty. Desperation twisted Sora's features as he watched her fade away, his voice lost in the tumultuous winds.
Reality shattered around him, fragments of memories and worlds crumbling into nothingness. Colors bled together, merging and dissolving in a disorienting whirlwind of chaos. Sora's body twisted and contorted, his form becoming intangible, ethereal. He was losing himself in this fractured reality, his identity splintering like the shards of a broken mirror.
With a final, anguished cry, Sora succumbed to the forces of the darkness below. Darkness consumed him, swallowing him whole, and all became still.
***KEYBLADE GRAVEYARD***
Sora's eyes fluttered open, his surroundings a stark contrast to the battle-scarred Keyblade Graveyard he remembered. The once-vibrant battleground now lay barren and desolate, a haunting landscape strewn with thousands of keyblades buried deep within the earth. Dust clouds billowed through the canyons, whispering echoes of past clashes and shattered dreams.
Confusion gripped Sora's heart as he tried to make sense of what had transpired. He had thought he had succeeded in rescuing Kairi, but something had gone terribly wrong. She was nowhere to be seen, leaving him feeling empty and defeated.
Before he could ponder further, the air around him rippled with a strange energy. Suddenly, a group of unfamiliar figures materialized in front of him. Their attire was unlike anything he had ever seen—sleek, futuristic uniforms that seemed to resonate with an otherworldly authority.
At the forefront stood a stern-faced woman, her presence exuding an air of command. Sora's instincts told him that she was not to be underestimated. She stepped forward, her gaze fixed upon him with unwavering determination.
"On behalf of the Time Variance Authority," she proclaimed in a voice that brooked no argument, "I hereby arrest you for your crimes against the Sacred Timeline."
Sora's confusion deepened. Crimes against the Sacred Timeline? He had only sought to rescue Kairi, to right the wrongs committed by Xehanort. How could that be a crime?
Determination flared within him, fueling his defiance. Sora refused to go down without a fight. With a swift motion, he summoned his Keyblade, ready to defend himself against this mysterious authority. But as his weapon materialized in his hand, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, disrupting his connection to the Keyblade. It flickered and vanished, leaving him defenseless.
The Time Variance Authority operatives were prepared. They moved with calculated precision, encircling Sora with swift and practiced maneuvers. Their futuristic weapons crackled with an otherworldly energy, leaving no room for resistance. Sora fought back, his nimble movements attempting to evade their grasp, but they were relentless in their pursuit.
The leader of the unit, known as Hunter B-15, closed in on Sora, her gaze cold and unyielding. With a swift motion, she activated a device on her wrist, causing an intricate collar to materialize around Sora's neck. The collar emitted a faint hum as it tightened, an unmistakable sign that his powers were being suppressed.
"You've got it all wrong!" Sora protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "I was only trying to save someone I care about. I didn't mean to disrupt anything."
Sora's heart sank as he realized the implications of this collar. Without the ability to wield the Keyblade or tap into his magical abilities, he was effectively rendered powerless. He struggled against the collar's constraints, but it held firm, reminding him of his vulnerability in this unfamiliar realm.
Hunter B-15's gaze remained cold and unwavering. "The Sacred Timeline must be protected," she replied, her tone devoid of emotion. "Your interference has created an alternate timeline, and it is our duty to restore it to its proper course."
As Sora's struggles against the Time Variance Authority were met with overpowering force, the air crackled with an electric tension. His futile resistance came to an abrupt halt when another member of the TVA, a figure clad in a sleek black uniform, stepped forward. With an air of confidence and determination, this individual took control of the situation.
With the press of a button on their device, a surge of temporal energy rippled through the area. The very fabric of reality seemed to shudder in response, as if it recognized the impending erasure. The alternate timeline that Sora had inadvertently brought into existence trembled under the weight of its own instability, and then, with a violent snap, it was pruned from existence.
The world around Sora twisted and contorted, as if caught in the throes of a cosmic maelstrom. Colors bled together, images blurred, and time itself unraveled, collapsing upon itself as if it were never meant to be. It was a sight that left Sora breathless, his heart heavy with a sense of loss and disbelief.
The remnants of the alternate timeline dissolved into nothingness, consumed by the all-encompassing void. The battles fought, the victories won, the hope that had once burned so brightly—all of it vanished, as if it were a mere figment of Sora's imagination. Reality stitched itself back together, as if mending the wounds caused by his meddling.
In the wake of the timeline's pruning, a profound stillness settled upon the Keyblade Graveyard. The dust settled, revealing the barren landscape once again, a stark reminder of the battles that had been fought in this desolate place. But now, the echoes of those battles were silenced, as if they had never occurred.
Sora's gaze wandered over the once-familiar terrain, his heart heavy with the weight of the consequences of his actions. Doubt crept into his mind, questioning the righteousness of his choices. Had he tampered with forces beyond his understanding? And at what cost?
The TVA operatives moved with purpose, their mission accomplished. Sora, now subdued and restrained, was left to grapple with the aftermath. His mind swirled with a mixture of emotions—grief, regret, and a gnawing sense of uncertainty. What had he truly accomplished by meddling with time? And what remained of the reality he once knew?
As the TVA operatives escorted him away from the Keyblade Graveyard, Sora cast one final glance over his shoulder. The site that had been a symbol of hope and determination had become a solemn reminder of the price he had paid for his recklessness.
Reality had been restored, but at a great cost. Sora's actions had disrupted the natural order, tempting fate and manipulating time in his desperate pursuit to save Kairi. But the consequences were far greater than he had ever anticipated. The timeline he had fought so hard to alter was pruned, erased from existence as if it were a mistake that could not be undone.
As he was led away, the weight of the loss settled deep within Sora's heart. The consequences of his actions, the shattered hopes and dreams that lay in the wake of his choices, would forever haunt him. The path ahead remained uncertain, shrouded in the shadows of the reality he had inadvertently shattered.
"Kairi" Sora thought to himself. "I'm sorry."
***UNKNOWN***
Darkness envelops me, an all-consuming void that swallows my every sense. I find myself adrift, untethered from the world I once knew. Panic wells up within me, threatening to drown my thoughts, as I realize I have been cast into an abyss of uncertainty.
The world around me is a blank canvas, devoid of light or shape. There are no familiar landmarks, no comforting sounds to guide me. I reach out, hoping to grasp onto something, anything, but my hands find nothing but emptiness. Fear courses through me, intertwining with the confusion that clouds my mind.
Memories flicker like distant stars, fleeting fragments of a reality I can no longer grasp. How did I end up here? What forces conspired to tear me away from the safety of my friends and the battles we fought together? Questions swirl within me, but answers remain elusive, hidden within the depths of this abyss.
I try to steady my breathing, to find a semblance of calm in this disorienting darkness. But each breath I take feels shallow, as if the very air around me is devoid of life. The weight of solitude presses upon me, a suffocating presence that threatens to consume my spirit.
With each passing moment, a sense of vulnerability settles over me. I am alone, severed from the comforting bonds that once anchored me to the world. The warmth of friendship, the light of hope—they are but distant memories, their absence a painful reminder of what I have lost.
But even in the midst of this desolation, a flicker of determination stirs within me. I refuse to succumb to despair. I have faced darkness before, battled against impossible odds, and emerged stronger. I will not allow this abyss to break me.
I close my eyes, focusing on the beating of my heart. It is a steady rhythm, a reminder of the resilience that lies within me. I summon the fragments of courage that still linger, allowing them to guide me forward, even when the path seems nonexistent.
In this abyss, where the boundaries of reality blur and the whispers of uncertainty echo, I must find my way. I must trust in the strength of my own spirit, the unwavering belief that there is light even in the darkest of places. I will not allow this abyss to define me; I will carve my own path, no matter how treacherous it may be.
As I take my first tentative steps, I am met with nothingness. But with each stride, I find a new resolve building within darkness may surround me, but I will navigate its depths, inch by agonizing inch, until I emerge into the light once more.
With every ounce of determination in my being, I forge ahead. The abyss may be vast and unforgiving, but I am ready to face whatever lies in wait. I will find my way back, back to the world I call home, back to the friends who have fought alongside me.
This abyss may have claimed me for now, but it will not hold me captive forever. I will defy its grasp, rise above its despair, and reclaim my place in the tapestry of existence. For even in the darkest of moments, the light of my spirit shines on, a beacon of hope and resilience. And with that light guiding me, I will find my way back, and together, we will overcome the abyss.