Is Any of This for Real....or Not?

(Sora's POV)
I feel like I’m going to drown in the darkness. My arms and legs can’t move and my mind is fuzzy. I open my eyes and find myself in a familiar place. I’m where I first received my keyblade; on the platform with Princess Belle engraved into the glass. I can’t think of any reason to be here. I try to summon my keyblade but it won’t come. I try to stay calm, but I know I’m defenseless without my weapon.

‘Sora, why have you strayed from the light?’

I whip my whole body around; trying to find the source of the voice that sounds so familiar. I see nothing, but darkness.

“But I haven’t! Where are you and who are you!” I scream, but know I won’t get either of the answers.

‘You have lost trust in the keyblade and in doing so have lost the ability to wield it.’

This fact knocks the breath out of my body. How am I supposed to save Riku and the King without the keyblade? I feel foolish about not trusting Donald and Goofy. I have no reason not to trust them; they have been with me at my best moments and my darkest hours. I guess I have no right to wield the keyblade, with what I have done to my friends.

“I understand, but can you at least send me back to see Donald and Goofy so I can apologize to them.” There’s silence for a long while and for a few moments, I think I’ve been banished to this dark place to serve my sentence for betraying the keyblade.

‘Sora, you will be given a second chance to wield the keyblade, but this time, keeping it will be difficult. You have to prove that you are still pure of heart and that you will not end up like the original keyblade wielder.’

I know who the voice was talking about, Riku. He’s the one who’s supposed to have sealed all the doors and should have rescued Kairi. At the same time I know I’m different from Riku. I would never give my heart to darkness; there is always another way.

“What do I have to do?”

‘You will know what your task is when the time is right. For now I will give you the keyblade but heed my warning, if it is used for anything else than protection, it will leave you forever.’

I look up and nod my head; not sure if I’m up to the mysterious task that is ahead of me.

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I awake on the overhang in the third district. My back has cramped up since I had fallen asleep in a crouched position. My face is tear stained and my head is throbbing from the dream I had just had. Again, for the second time I have to ask myself, is any of that for real or not? For now I will just have to accept my current state and my dreams as realities. I don’t have enough proof to say either of them false.

I slowly stand up. I feel a twinge of fear and the only way to suppress it is to try something I could do for so long but wasn’t sure I can do now. I try to summon my keyblade. It came to me instantly, in a brilliance of light. A sigh of relief escapes my throat. I then suddenly remember what I had done to Donald and Goofy. I jump from the balcony and as soon as I land, Donald and Goofy come bursting through the doors.

“SORA!” They both scream, both having looks of pure fear and worry on their faces. I smile at them; running towards the two. They both flinch, but I hug the crap out of them.

“I’m so sorry guys! I guess I’m still in shock from the whole mental institution thing.” They look at each other and start to crack up laughing.

“We honestly thought you had lost it. We were even considering putting you into a real mental institution!” Both of them are now rolling in laughter on the ground. I can’t resist and start laughing along with them. For now, I won’t worry about what’s real and what isn’t.


Ah chapter 2, you seem like the red-headed middle child nobody wanted!!