KINGDOM HEARTS BELONGS TO SQUARE ENIX (IN ASSOCIATION WITH DISNEY)
WINNIE THE POOH'S CHARACTERS ARE A CREATION BY A. A. MILNE
Cid needed to always have something in his mouth. Having he just finished a cigarette, he grabbed a toothpick and started chewing on it as he contemplated the book in front of it.
Merlin hadn't been very clear about where he found this exactly. He vaguely implied it found a way into his bag. But it was not a common book, and asked him to restore it to have a further look at it. The heartless had tried to get their hands on it, for what it seemed. It was damaged, though reparable and still readable, as far as it was possible with many pages missing.
Now that he gazed upon it, Cid could tell that there was something about this book indeed. If the heartless had tried to rip it apart..., that meant they weren't wrong and there was more to it than it met the eye.
On the flyleaf, he had found a name, written with a scholar's calligraphy.
Christopher Robin.
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"Christopher Robin...!"
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A lot of small desks and chairs scattered around. A big blackboard at the end of the room, fallen on the ground, with something still written on it: «9X1=9 9X2=18 9X3=27...» And darkness. So much darkness.
After leaving that little space he had been dwelling in for what seemed like a lifetime, he walked around to explore the surroundings, but everywhere he looked, there was still darkness. Even at that shadowy beach, where a dim light shone above the calm waters, he couldn't feel the warmth of light. Was it the sun or the moon?, he wondered.
That seemed like the kind of place where things happened, so he stayed there for long, waiting. He made castles on the sand to entertain himself, doodled with his finger on it...Tried to write a name but couldn't come up with anything.
He waited, but no one came.
He guessed...he was all alone in that place and he would always be...
He sighed, and was considering leaving and trying somewhere else when, suddenly, a voice spoke:
"Who are you?"
He wasn't startled. Not much at least.
Don't you need a heart to feel that sort of things?
He quickly turned around and found a young man with long, white hair and dressed in a black coat staring at him with golden eyes.
The child tried to hold his gaze, but eventally looked away.
"...I don't know..." He replied in low voice.
The man kept on looking at him without showing any kind of reaction to that unsatisfying response. After a long pause, he spoke again:
"Come with me." He said, offering him a hand.
The boy hesitated for a moment, and took it in the end.