Lonely DARKNESS, ever drifting, attacking the lonely LIGHT
Excerpt from DarkLight
15+ FOR THEMATIC ELMENTS
THE rain pattered on the pavement, as the man walked around the corner, a small tear running down his check lost in the wetness from above, the clouds seeming to cry as well.
He reached into his pocket, and touched the tattered cloth that he kept there, a faint smile crossing his face as happy memories of the man, then a boy, who wore it echoed through his mind, as he remebered the island where it all began so long ago...
Shaking away the dark, distant past, he shivered, and walked on to his small flat.
The man's name was Sora,
and it had been ten years sice returning from the Dream Realm, and the years had not been kind to the former Keyblade weilder; After Kairi's death, Riku became distant, detatched... and final left.
Sora kept touch with Donald and Goofy, but eventually, as Donald grew older in his duties of Court Wizard, and Goofy simply wandered the Worlds aimlessly, that connection was lost.
Years later, Sora was but an empty shell of his former self, the happy boy who bravely fought the forces of Darkness long ago dead.
He finally reached the flat he shared with Roxas, wiped his feet, and entered.
"... voice will still remeber, our melody..."
He smiled, as he heard the music blaring from Roxas' bedroom at full blast: Melodies Of Life, his favorite. Roxas' as well, of course: becoming a whole person hadn't changed the fact they were the same person.
"... who'll hear the echoes, of stories never told?"
He knockd, and entered the room he shared with Roxas, light dimly by the computer screen.
Clad in tattered jeans, and a Moogle tee, shaggy blonde hair in his eyes as usual, Roxas' thin fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a response to yet another fan on his webpage, The Worlds Around You.
" Hey dude." Sora said,
dropping onto his bed with a weary sigh, resting his aching head against the pillow.
" You might be interested in this one, " Roxas said, brushing his hair out of his sky clear eyes to read a recent email.
" Sora, meet me in the One Winged Angel, R."
Sora sat up, eye's wide; "R?"
Roxas scanned the screen: " No return address: probably a cell phone."
Sora didn't hear him: he'd already run out of the room.
. . . . . . .
Rosa Ceciline, the barkeep at the One Winged Angel, had seen a lot of people come and go: the guy in a black coat, with hair as silver as a shooting star's trail was a new one on her.
He'd simply come in from the rain, not speaking to anyone, the light glinting in his eyes in such a way that Rosa was almost sure he was crying.
Well, who gave a Moogle's pom pom? Wasn't her problem.
. . . . .
Sora enterd the smokey room beneath the neon sign, the letter " W" burned out to create The One inged Angel, barely able to believe, but driven by a force that told him to push forward, that the story was almost over.
Ordering a simple water from the blonde haired woman behind the bar, he sat at a backtable, and gloomily watched the patrons come and go.
He heard soft humming, and turned to see a silver haired man, his eyes hidden, at a back booth.
Not really knowing why, he walked over, his heart punding oddly.
" Excuse me, but where did you hear that? It's not a song a lot of people around here know,"
The man smiled thinly; " A lot of people on the island knew it. Why.. what's it to y.." The man stared. " Sora?"
Sora's eyes widened; " R.. Riku? "
The men stared at one another, then began to laugh.
Sora sat down, and smiled at Riku.
" After all these years... Riku... I never thought I'd see you again"
Riku smiled, the first real smile in ten years, as the two exchanged memories of all they'd been through long into the night, their friendship, indeed, tied together by fate.
But, ye must know, all things end in gladness: friends reunited, stories ended, crying done, and tales concluded. Thus shall it be, as the battle is at last won.
Lonely DARKNESS, ever drifting, attacking the lonely LIGHT
Excerpt from DarkLight
15+ FOR THEMATIC ELMENTS
THE rain pattered on the pavement, as the man walked around the corner, a small tear running down his check lost in the wetness from above, the clouds seeming to cry as well.
He reached into his pocket, and touched the tattered cloth that he kept there, a faint smile crossing his face as happy memories of the man, then a boy, who wore it echoed through his mind, as he remebered the island where it all began so long ago...
Shaking away the dark, distant past, he shivered, and walked on to his small flat.
The man's name was Sora,
and it had been ten years sice returning from the Dream Realm, and the years had not been kind to the former Keyblade weilder; After Kairi's death, Riku became distant, detatched... and final left.
Sora kept touch with Donald and Goofy, but eventually, as Donald grew older in his duties of Court Wizard, and Goofy simply wandered the Worlds aimlessly, that connection was lost.
Years later, Sora was but an empty shell of his former self, the happy boy who bravely fought the forces of Darkness long ago dead.
He finally reached the flat he shared with Roxas, wiped his feet, and entered.
"... voice will still remeber, our melody..."
He smiled, as he heard the music blaring from Roxas' bedroom at full blast: Melodies Of Life, his favorite. Roxas' as well, of course: becoming a whole person hadn't changed the fact they were the same person.
"... who'll hear the echoes, of stories never told?"
He knockd, and entered the room he shared with Roxas, light dimly by the computer screen.
Clad in tattered jeans, and a Moogle tee, shaggy blonde hair in his eyes as usual, Roxas' thin fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a response to yet another fan on his webpage, The Worlds Around You.
" Hey dude." Sora said,
dropping onto his bed with a weary sigh, resting his aching head against the pillow.
" You might be interested in this one, " Roxas said, brushing his hair out of his sky clear eyes to read a recent email.
" Sora, meet me in the One Winged Angel, R."
Sora sat up, eye's wide; "R?"
Roxas scanned the screen: " No return address: probably a cell phone."
Sora didn't hear him: he'd already run out of the room.
. . . . . . .
Rosa Ceciline, the barkeep at the One Winged Angel, had seen a lot of people come and go: the guy in a black coat, with hair as silver as a shooting star's trail was a new one on her.
He'd simply come in from the rain, not speaking to anyone, the light glinting in his eyes in such a way that Rosa was almost sure he was crying.
Well, who gave a Moogle's pom pom? Wasn't her problem.
. . . . .
Sora enterd the smokey room beneath the neon sign, the letter " W" burned out to create The One inged Angel, barely able to believe, but driven by a force that told him to push forward, that the story was almost over.
Ordering a simple water from the blonde haired woman behind the bar, he sat at a backtable, and gloomily watched the patrons come and go.
He heard soft humming, and turned to see a silver haired man, his eyes hidden, at a back booth.
Not really knowing why, he walked over, his heart punding oddly.
" Excuse me, but where did you hear that? It's not a song a lot of people around here know,"
The man smiled thinly; " A lot of people on the island knew it. Why.. what's it to y.." The man stared. " Sora?"
Sora's eyes widened; " R.. Riku? "
The men stared at one another, then began to laugh.
Sora sat down, and smiled at Riku.
" After all these years... Riku... I never thought I'd see you again"
Riku smiled, the first real smile in ten years, as the two exchanged memories of all they'd been through long into the night, their friendship, indeed, tied together by fate.
But, ye must know, all things end in gladness: friends reunited, stories ended, crying done, and tales concluded. Thus shall it be, as the battle is at last won.
Excerpt From DARKLIGHT
THE END