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♕ - Being thrust within the tumultuous waves of China had been a bigger benefit then he could’ve ever imagine. Not that such things were deep in his control, through the familiarly mysterious qualities of the keyblade did the proper path get sort out for him. Places he needed to be friends to reunite with and fight alongside by, and yet, new ones to even make!
Two weeks had flown by since his entrance into the current of an ongoing war. Naturally wherever his feet managed to step, the ever encroaching darkness manages to pervade, risking order and naturally causing rules skipping along World Order to be challenged. After all Keyblade wielders were supposed to be astral forces that tore through the volumes of the dark while keeping their lights ingrained into the darker corner of the worlds.
Sora’s time had been spent fighting directly along the frontlines with Donald, Goofy, Mulan and Mushu.
The merciless return into the fast track had been a gamble. Overwhelming odds of a tyrant turning useless grunts into foot soldiers of darkness had revealed his potential, a man digging his own doom the further he’s enveloped in that abyssal might that offers a deluge of false promises and a taste of poisoned strength. Sora and co had found themselves thrust into a full scale war ranging from wet marshlands to high end mountainsides, a rowdy crew settled by their side alongside a seemingly uptight leader. What shined the brightest second to his reunited and newly forged bonds was the training.
From world bound methods to self-discovery and test like improvements through his own volition, the keybearer found his heart aligning better with his body, a more natural comfort within the body that took such a long rest. Sacrificing volumes of sweat and blood, bearing weakness and the very pain it opens in order to grasp greater potential and old concepts alike, a collected heart amidst such adversity had transformed him into a fighter more capable of standing back upon his own two feet. By the time he finds the war won and his friend’s grisly fate entirely flipped to becoming a hero of China, the very darkness that aims to tear him apart had managed to mold him.
He’s never the sort to bother with deep thinking the odd contradictions. Just the thought of that mysterious girl alongside greater hopes of finding Riku and the King charged him ahead with a stalwart heart.
Which now leads to the next world.
He’s a hop and a skip set with high energy pushing into the the world of a great old friend. Donald and Goofy happily in tow, the three of them looking like a glimmer of hope amidst such sorrowful conditions. Either that or foolishly high nerve being able to banter and nag at each other while ensuring to keep a good eye upon each other’s backs. This world’s darkness had managed to gain a more prominent footing then the last. Amidst the blanket of night, the piercing spires of Beast’s castle were writhing with unholy abominations, those that had a interesting ability to test their meddle and might.
”Donald, Goofy! Let’s split to make the foyer here our safe spot. This way we can cover more ground and keep n’ eye out for Beast too. We can get Belle on over here instead of keeping her stuffed in that room for resting up.”
“Gawrsh Sora! Well I don’t mind, but what about you? Which way are ya headin’?”
With a firm smile and a jut of the thumb, he points towards the two double doors. “Gonna check if I can have any luck out there. If not, then we’d need to be prepared if the Heartless might wanna gather up to just possess the whole castle itself.”
Donald’s beak had twitched at the idea, primarily out of amusement but set to bust Sora’s chops. “And what? So you can show off again? You’ve been really cranking it to 11 since we left Hollow bastion! Thinking about being full heroes like in Herc’s world?”
Sora’s eyes had propped open a little more, mock amusement with a touch of genuine surprise following suit. “Wellll-- Not exactly. I mean I am now thanks to you!” A free spirited glare is shot towards one of his best friends. “I’m just motivated after seeing Squall and the others. They’ve been workin’ so hard.. We gotta catch up!”
That managed to easily be a sentiment they all shared. While offering up their momentary see ya’s, they split off into opposing directions.
The tall violet doors of the castle would creak open as Sora takes his first peek into the extents of the night. Cricketsong hummed it’s tune alongside troubled aura simply gravitating around the courtyard. To his misfortune (and challenge), a series of imposing statues were practically littered all over the place. Heavyset gargoyles forged with hard muscle and sculpted by pure stone. They carried a small armament of weapons, large axes and spears, remaining still as the dead of night. Sora’s eyes immediately squinted at the scenery with suspicion, this utterly reeked of a trap, yet within this trap were also the grounds of an escape route for the castle’s residents if things got hairy.
So he made the daring plunge of advancing down the carpet draped steps as he advances off into the courtyard, a pregnant ivory moon hanging above.
Sora carried a relaxed aura despite seemingly throwing himself small grove of Heartless possessed statues. Keyblade in hand, he could already feel the animosity rolling off the stonework as the pulse of a delectable heart, a wielder’s no less had stirred them.
“And what? You guys don’t have enough manners to least welcome me when I drop by?”
To any onlookers, a threatening presence would wield at the front, unnatural sounds of statues crunching and flexing being heard as an excitable bout was about to go down!
If he intends to face that person whenever they may appear again? Something within his heart tells him that he’d have to dole out the results.
And he’s got just the trick for these guys!
@asteriixa
