I used Kingdom Hearts as a base for this story, and worked off of it. It's kind of a fan fiction, though, the keyblade isn't used. The sword from the beginning of the first game is used.
I was cold, cocooned in darkness. I couldn’t feel my heart pulsing anymore. I knew I was alive, though how, I wasn’t sure. I had given up the fight, and now lay in darkness, heartbroken, feeling no less hurt than before.
It seemed as if a cold breeze blew against me, chilling my insides, chilling my soul. I was succumbing to the darkness, and I felt less and less inclined to fight it. It was messing with my mind, speaking to my soul, telling it to give up. “You’ll be happier,” it seemed to say. I began to believe it.
Deeper and deeper I sank, feeling the walls I had placed around my heart crumbling. My eyes were closed; at least, I thought so. The darkness was so impenetrably thick that no matter what, I couldn’t see past it.
The world was fading away. I felt my self, my entire being fading away into nothingness. Until, that is, I heard the sound of the surf crashing against the shore. It was a lulling sound, melodic, yet starkly horrific.
There was a moon, and the light it gave off was seemingly dark. I could see dark, looming structures out in the water a ways off. Everything was so heartbreakingly dark. Ominous.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” A form shifted in front of me. A man in a dark coat took a step forward. I hadn’t noticed him until he had moved. Fear sliced through me.
“I—I don’t know,” the single sentence answered both questions. That I couldn’t remember who I was scared me.
“I know who you are,” the voice was smooth, almost velvety. “You gave up the fight.”
I couldn’t remember why I had.
“Who are you?” I said, my voice seemed to have changed. It was different than I knew it to be.
“You don’t know?” The man held out his hand dark gloved hand.
“I really don’t. Please, just get to the chase.”
“Take my hand. I’ll show you.” I did as he said. His voice sounded familiar. It struck a cord somewhere deep inside of me. I gasped as a spark shot through my hand, up my arm and down my spine.
“I am you.”
“That can’t be. No, it can’t be true.”
“Believe it,” he said. “This,” he gestured to himself, “is what you’ll become.”
“No!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks.
The man let go of my hand, and pulled down his hood. I was struck by how vile his eyes looked. They were yellow, with half-mooned shaped pupils. His hair was long and ratty. “You’ve given up the fight, and this is your fate.”
I was crying now, heartbroken that I’d fallen so far.
“No light can reach your heart here.”
I let out a scream of fury.
“No one can hear you scream. This is your soul, black as night.”
Don’t give up. A voice stronger than the darkness spoke in my mind. Don’t give up. No matter what, fight it. Fight the darkness inside of you. The voice soothed me.
“Don’t listen to the voice in your head. It’s lying.”
“How did you—”
“I am you. You and me, we’re the same. I am a mirror of your heart.”
That is a mirror of your soul. Give your faith to me. Give it all, and I can save you. Give your heart and soul to me, I promise, I will save you.
“Do not listen.”
I shoved the man in the dark coats words out of my head. I listened for more from the voice. Silence.
My name is Yeshua. I am here to save you. Take my hand. I turned, feeling a hand that was not my own at my side. I gripped it. I turned and saw a man, bigger and stronger than me.
“Don’t be petty. He can’t save you from yourself.”
A sound like shattering glass echoed through the air. The world paused. Put your faith in me. I’ll save you.
And so I did, putting forth my whole being into the belief that he would save me. Swing. I looked down at my hand. A large sword with a jewels up the blade sat in it. I swung, and the world shatter. A pinprick of light exploded from the darkness. It grew, and consumed the darkness, filling the world with light.
I found myself standing in a white room. Blindingly light.
“There will be temptations to fall into the darkness once again. You will feel pulled by the thought of the power it gives. Don’t give in. I am always with you. If you feel yourself slipping, call on me, and I will help you.
“This is your heart now. Beautiful. It will be tainted, but I am always here for you.”
I was just beginning to say, “Thank you,” when I fell into a sleep, and woke up to the world.
I used Kingdom Hearts as a base for this story, and worked off of it. It's kind of a fan fiction, though, the keyblade isn't used. The sword from the beginning of the first game is used.
I was cold, cocooned in darkness. I couldn’t feel my heart pulsing anymore. I knew I was alive, though how, I wasn’t sure. I had given up the fight, and now lay in darkness, heartbroken, feeling no less hurt than before.
It seemed as if a cold breeze blew against me, chilling my insides, chilling my soul. I was succumbing to the darkness, and I felt less and less inclined to fight it. It was messing with my mind, speaking to my soul, telling it to give up. “You’ll be happier,” it seemed to say. I began to believe it.
Deeper and deeper I sank, feeling the walls I had placed around my heart crumbling. My eyes were closed; at least, I thought so. The darkness was so impenetrably thick that no matter what, I couldn’t see past it.
The world was fading away. I felt my self, my entire being fading away into nothingness. Until, that is, I heard the sound of the surf crashing against the shore. It was a lulling sound, melodic, yet starkly horrific.
There was a moon, and the light it gave off was seemingly dark. I could see dark, looming structures out in the water a ways off. Everything was so heartbreakingly dark. Ominous.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” A form shifted in front of me. A man in a dark coat took a step forward. I hadn’t noticed him until he had moved. Fear sliced through me.
“I—I don’t know,” the single sentence answered both questions. That I couldn’t remember who I was scared me.
“I know who you are,” the voice was smooth, almost velvety. “You gave up the fight.”
I couldn’t remember why I had.
“Who are you?” I said, my voice seemed to have changed. It was different than I knew it to be.
“You don’t know?” The man held out his hand dark gloved hand.
“I really don’t. Please, just get to the chase.”
“Take my hand. I’ll show you.” I did as he said. His voice sounded familiar. It struck a cord somewhere deep inside of me. I gasped as a spark shot through my hand, up my arm and down my spine.
“I am you.”
“That can’t be. No, it can’t be true.”
“Believe it,” he said. “This,” he gestured to himself, “is what you’ll become.”
“No!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks.
The man let go of my hand, and pulled down his hood. I was struck by how vile his eyes looked. They were yellow, with half-mooned shaped pupils. His hair was long and ratty. “You’ve given up the fight, and this is your fate.”
I was crying now, heartbroken that I’d fallen so far.
“No light can reach your heart here.”
I let out a scream of fury.
“No one can hear you scream. This is your soul, black as night.”
Don’t give up. A voice stronger than the darkness spoke in my mind. Don’t give up. No matter what, fight it. Fight the darkness inside of you. The voice soothed me.
“Don’t listen to the voice in your head. It’s lying.”
“How did you—”
“I am you. You and me, we’re the same. I am a mirror of your heart.”
That is a mirror of your soul. Give your faith to me. Give it all, and I can save you. Give your heart and soul to me, I promise, I will save you.
“Do not listen.”
I shoved the man in the dark coats words out of my head. I listened for more from the voice. Silence.
My name is Yeshua. I am here to save you. Take my hand. I turned, feeling a hand that was not my own at my side. I gripped it. I turned and saw a man, bigger and stronger than me.
“Don’t be petty. He can’t save you from yourself.”
A sound like shattering glass echoed through the air. The world paused. Put your faith in me. I’ll save you.
And so I did, putting forth my whole being into the belief that he would save me. Swing. I looked down at my hand. A large sword with a jewels up the blade sat in it. I swung, and the world shatter. A pinprick of light exploded from the darkness. It grew, and consumed the darkness, filling the world with light.
I found myself standing in a white room. Blindingly light.
“There will be temptations to fall into the darkness once again. You will feel pulled by the thought of the power it gives. Don’t give in. I am always with you. If you feel yourself slipping, call on me, and I will help you.
“This is your heart now. Beautiful. It will be tainted, but I am always here for you.”
I was just beginning to say, “Thank you,” when I fell into a sleep, and woke up to the world.