crown of light

one sky, one destiny .

name ⟢ sora
age ⟢ 17
pronouns ⟢ he / him
series ⟢ kingdom hearts
canon point ⟢ post - KH3:ReMinddirection ⟢ east
rank ⟢ 0. seeker
path ⟢ ---

. . . “ i’ve been having these weird thoughts lately . . .
like, is any of this for real . . . or not ? ”

☆ the crown of light. the keyblade wielder. the chosen one — like any young hero, his story started with a dream . . .it feels so long since his journey began; so long since he was separated from his friends. three years ago, after a raging storm, a fateful encounter on destiny islands, sora's home was destroyed by darkness. as the sky opened wide, sora found himself transported to a world outside.

. . . a star flashes across the sky in traverse town.

from there, with the kingdom key in hand, each world would be cleansed of darkness, keyholes locked to restore the light.

. . . until a new war would begin.

. . . “ they can take your world. they can take your heart . . . but if it’s your fate, then every step forward will always be a step closer to home . . .”

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☆ . . . in the battle against light, it was darkness that prevailed.sora awakened in the final world — a realm between life and death. sora, with the power of waking, saved his friends and the guardians of light. but everything comes with a price — and he didn't heed young xehanort’s warning. there are consequences for using it so foolishly . . .. . . “ my whole journey began the day i lost her . ”to use the power of waking to travel once more, when your strength has been lost and your heart is so damaged — it could mean you may not ever return. despite the warnings, sora restored kairi’s heart, and kingdom hearts was finally sealed, once and for all.everyone returns to destiny islands
. . . but sora is nowhere to be found.☆ . . . one year since his disappearance, and riku and kairi make efforts to find sora through their dreams and memories respectively. sora has been trapped inside the final world somewhere, in the nightscape of a city he doesn’t recognize at all, a world called quadratum . . . he is watched by a stranger named yozora, who claims to have been requested to save him — then why doesn't he believe sora's identity? why doesn't he recognize him? and why does he draw his weapon?there's something wrong . . . something's not quite right.. . . " none of this makes sense to me . . . i've been having these weird thoughts lately . . . like is any of this for real . . .or not ? "

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☆ — it's a strange feeling . . . to wake up and not know if you're still dreaming. to feel like you've seen this place before, but to know you haven't ever been here. no . . . that's not it. this isn't neverland; not traverse or twilight town, or anywhere he has existed within dreams and scattered memories, or inside hearts. this is new. a memory that will be his and only his.it’s him being saved, isn't it? is that it?
is that what yozora meant?sora lifts his head, pulls himself upright. he wipes his cheek with his gloved palm. there's a feeling of fullness in his ears; the kind that comes in and out. the ebb and flow of wading in the distant sea . . .“feure . . . fell?” sora repeats to the hologram, not particularly expecting an answer. he tilts his head, a quirk in his brow. the word feels awkward on his tongue. “right . . .”sora looks around once more, before he stares down at his open palm; turns it over like his hands are a wondrous marvel. like it’s a miracle he even has them, or the miracle is what they've been capable of. these hands of his . . . they have held and saved and reached so much. that's why they were crystallizing before he woke up here; fading away into the aether. the final world. a purgatory for hearts that have traveled too far, far beyond their limit.
and his name is sora and he is the sky and he is limitless . . .if only.if only he didn't make mistakes. if only he heeded the warnings he was given, and even xehanort warned him. he did . . . didn't he?but . . . he messed up.— " keep that smile on your face ! "with a small gasp, sora lifts his head, and his face and the bold blue of his eyes light up. it's a flicker of confidence, that gleam of determination. it's that bravery he has. it really is.“oh . . . you mean, like this?” sora flashes a broad smile despite it all; a big thumbs-up — but, by then, the hologram has already ended.sora sighs. he groans, slumping his shoulders forward. and he feels a pinch in his chest; in that quiet heart of his . . . wherever he is now, he's alone again. but, even if he doubts it sometimes, he is bold. he's brave. he’s seventeen and he smiles a lot and the light will always guide you back home. even if he's messed up. even if he's traveled so far away.sora dusts his hands off, wipes them on his thighs. and he stands inside the clocktower and stretches his arms high above his head. he gets right back up, just like he always does. this is just another world, like all the other worlds.so. that's the spirit.
he has to keep going.
one more day, one more year.
every step is matters, and it's a step closer to home.
to everything and anything.you just have to wait . . .one more day.
one more year.anytime, anywhere.
another night, and one more dream . . .so, sora leaves the clocktower behind, walks out into the stretching city and horizon that already makes him feel so small. he shields his eyes, squinting as they adjust. it’s daylight he hasn't seen in a year. he glances down at the device in his hand one last time, turns it over like he's trying to figure out its purpose.
what's his purpose . . .sora's expression twists.
“. . . why'd she say it like that? and who . . . is she?”

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" . . . If I could find a way to see this straight / I'd run away, to some fortune that I should have found by now / so I run now to the things they said could restore me / Restore life the way it should be . . ."

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