You don't need to reveiw this. It's just a prologue thing. The bold and italic bits are a rough translation of 'First Love' by Utada Hikaru. I couldn't think of anything else to use. And I suck at writing poems.
Summary: In the past there are many secrects. Some buried, some aren't. Some are closer than you think. When one of these secrects are uncovered, it causes disaster for the three friends...
Once in a while
Three friends.
You are in my mind.
Who had no idea of their destiny.
I think about the days we've had.
Until the storm came.
And I dream that this would all come back to me
And the memories were swept away.
If only you knew every moment in time
The truth uncovered.
Nothing goes on in my heart
And they returned.
Just like your memories
How I long here to be with you once more
Back home.
You will always gonna be the one
And you should know
How I wish I could have never let you go
Come into my life again
Oh don't say no
Sora walked along the beach with only one destination in mind.
The secret place.
He had only been home for a few days, but he wanted to see where, for him, it all started. And then, only then, could he feel it had ended. Well, of course it will never really end. But for the moment it was over. And he was home. It had never looked so beautiful in his life.
"Is it me, or has this hole shrunk?" Asked Sora to no-one. Thinking out aloud more than anything. Well, he had been away for… Was it a year? He couldn't even remember. And like Goofy had said, he had grown.
Donald and Goofy. He missed them. Not for the first time, he wondered how they were. And everyone else…
God, I'm fickle!
He had spent a year trying to go home, and now he was here, with his friends, he was thinking about his friends in other worlds. Ah, well.
He finally pushed himself through the hole, with fairly good grace. He walked along the ground, glancing absently at all the drawings. A beam of light hit him, and he looked up through the hole in the ceiling. He carried on walking and looking. He placed his hand on one of the drawings.
So many memories.
And he found the drawing he was looking for. The one of him giving a papou fruit to Kairi. And…
Kairi had drawn herself giving him a papou fruit. Sora smiled.
The keyhole was shut. They were all home. Things were fine.
Sora was wrong. Things were not fine.
Somewhere in the realm of darkness, something was stirring. It had been there through everything, and now it was…
Awakening.