09-11-2013, 01:21 PM
The doorway is open. Not a question, rather, just a simple fact; a truth, that no matter how cold it felt, could not hold even the foggiest inkling of a lie. A girl had been pulled across the threshold, torn from her home along a sandy shoreline.
Is . . . is this what t-they wanted. Kairi wondered, the words spoken in the dark, silhouetted in dulcet tones, and, the snickering farce of some twisted reality, brought back memories, although, fragmented and torn from any discernable pattern. Or maybe, they reminded her only of dreams; dreams of another life, another world . . . another adventure.
They flared in her mind, and, pounded in her head: images, pictures of people, places, frozen still in time, and, in intent. The witch queen in black, the seeker of the dark, the others pure of heart (of soul), and, the beams of light leading towards a great shining keyhole. But, it had not opened.
It couldn’t have. She remembered. Then again, she did not all the same. There was a boy with a bright smile there too, but, his face was blurred, and, he also had no name. She felt a sense of longing, a light tug at her heartstrings, but, no answer to it came. She was starting to believe none might ever be apparent.
I-I never asked for this. I am not sure I even want it. Protest, it welled up inside her, but, she found no words would part from her lips. Omni and his verse, and, Kingdom Hearts, were they one in the same? Perhaps now, that more than anything else, no longer mattered. She knew the doorway had been sealed the moment its barrier had been breached, and, without her, she did not believe it could be open again.
At least, not from her side, for, something had clicked the lock and discarded the only key.
That something spoke, directly, in mannerisms she was not all too fond of; direct, self-assured, and, even arrogant. Yet, the entity did have a right to be, in her position, in the absence of all other knowledge to the contrary, it was all powerful. While she did wish to poise questions, to sate some thirst for, well, all the answers that had been pried away from her, she felt apart. Apart from everything that was going on, and, slowly, her mind drifted off.
Only one word resounded when she awoke next: Omni. It felt heavy to her heart, cold and twisted, but, mostly far away, and, now completely gone, as though, he, or, it might have never been at all; instead, a passing dream of a reality that would soon cease to be, and, in turn no longer be remembered.
If only that were true.
Several meters off from the fountain, and the group that gathered there, a girl just appeared, as though she had been there all along. Nothing glamorous about the entrance in the least, but, perhaps there need not be, as she stumbled in stark contrast to all those that had passed this way before, and, some of those that still remained.
By all appearances, she was quite young, barely out of early adolescence. Her hair scarlet, not quite so long, dropped just to her shoulders and its bangs parted to and fro above blue eyes. Just a girl, in hues of pink and white, a short skirt and a blouse. More different than not, with no indication of any means of aggression, or, ill intent about her; she bore no weapons.
After a few seconds of disorientation, Kairi, opened her eyes for the first time in a new realm, blinked, and, squinted, an arm instinctively rising to cover the slits of her eyes, because, wherever she was, it was ever so bright. White. She turned her head, and, only more white appeared, all around, all encompassing.
Whoa. Her head was spinning, and, she felt sick to her stomach. Nausea came and went, rising in waves, and, she felt like she would fall off in the slightest breeze.
Her arm lowered. She could still only see the white. Not light, just white, almost as though in place of the dark from before. The absence of light was not black, but, instead, this place of nothingness.
There were voices though, close, at least, close enough for them to be murmurs slipping between one ear unto the other. She blinked again, eyes adjusting, white rescinding briefly, and, another sound becoming clearer. Water, somewhere it flowed, not a stream but a consistent building, whirr. Turning towards it, the girl got her first glance of several blurred figures, meters off, but, presently unknown to her.
A marvelous construct: a fountain of seemingly morphed and still morphing in glistening metallic features. It almost looked alive, the way it reverberated, and grew slowly out. However, that could have just been a trick of the eye. Blurry images still shifted in front of her after all, and the step she took confirmed her first realization: she was not well.
Kairi stumbled, nearly fell and then just stood, not daring to take another step. "H-how did I mmm,” her head throbbed and her expression dropped to that of discomfort,“get here?” Her question was to no one in particular, but, if anyone had cared to notice her relatively quiet entrance, they would have heard it easily enough.
Is . . . is this what t-they wanted. Kairi wondered, the words spoken in the dark, silhouetted in dulcet tones, and, the snickering farce of some twisted reality, brought back memories, although, fragmented and torn from any discernable pattern. Or maybe, they reminded her only of dreams; dreams of another life, another world . . . another adventure.
They flared in her mind, and, pounded in her head: images, pictures of people, places, frozen still in time, and, in intent. The witch queen in black, the seeker of the dark, the others pure of heart (of soul), and, the beams of light leading towards a great shining keyhole. But, it had not opened.
It couldn’t have. She remembered. Then again, she did not all the same. There was a boy with a bright smile there too, but, his face was blurred, and, he also had no name. She felt a sense of longing, a light tug at her heartstrings, but, no answer to it came. She was starting to believe none might ever be apparent.
I-I never asked for this. I am not sure I even want it. Protest, it welled up inside her, but, she found no words would part from her lips. Omni and his verse, and, Kingdom Hearts, were they one in the same? Perhaps now, that more than anything else, no longer mattered. She knew the doorway had been sealed the moment its barrier had been breached, and, without her, she did not believe it could be open again.
At least, not from her side, for, something had clicked the lock and discarded the only key.
That something spoke, directly, in mannerisms she was not all too fond of; direct, self-assured, and, even arrogant. Yet, the entity did have a right to be, in her position, in the absence of all other knowledge to the contrary, it was all powerful. While she did wish to poise questions, to sate some thirst for, well, all the answers that had been pried away from her, she felt apart. Apart from everything that was going on, and, slowly, her mind drifted off.
Only one word resounded when she awoke next: Omni. It felt heavy to her heart, cold and twisted, but, mostly far away, and, now completely gone, as though, he, or, it might have never been at all; instead, a passing dream of a reality that would soon cease to be, and, in turn no longer be remembered.
If only that were true.
Several meters off from the fountain, and the group that gathered there, a girl just appeared, as though she had been there all along. Nothing glamorous about the entrance in the least, but, perhaps there need not be, as she stumbled in stark contrast to all those that had passed this way before, and, some of those that still remained.
By all appearances, she was quite young, barely out of early adolescence. Her hair scarlet, not quite so long, dropped just to her shoulders and its bangs parted to and fro above blue eyes. Just a girl, in hues of pink and white, a short skirt and a blouse. More different than not, with no indication of any means of aggression, or, ill intent about her; she bore no weapons.
After a few seconds of disorientation, Kairi, opened her eyes for the first time in a new realm, blinked, and, squinted, an arm instinctively rising to cover the slits of her eyes, because, wherever she was, it was ever so bright. White. She turned her head, and, only more white appeared, all around, all encompassing.
Whoa. Her head was spinning, and, she felt sick to her stomach. Nausea came and went, rising in waves, and, she felt like she would fall off in the slightest breeze.
Her arm lowered. She could still only see the white. Not light, just white, almost as though in place of the dark from before. The absence of light was not black, but, instead, this place of nothingness.
There were voices though, close, at least, close enough for them to be murmurs slipping between one ear unto the other. She blinked again, eyes adjusting, white rescinding briefly, and, another sound becoming clearer. Water, somewhere it flowed, not a stream but a consistent building, whirr. Turning towards it, the girl got her first glance of several blurred figures, meters off, but, presently unknown to her.
A marvelous construct: a fountain of seemingly morphed and still morphing in glistening metallic features. It almost looked alive, the way it reverberated, and grew slowly out. However, that could have just been a trick of the eye. Blurry images still shifted in front of her after all, and the step she took confirmed her first realization: she was not well.
Kairi stumbled, nearly fell and then just stood, not daring to take another step. "H-how did I mmm,” her head throbbed and her expression dropped to that of discomfort,“get here?” Her question was to no one in particular, but, if anyone had cared to notice her relatively quiet entrance, they would have heard it easily enough.
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