Xehanort: A Fictional Narrative
Things were so hazy now. It was like he was stuck wandering through a thick fog. It had been this way ever since he had battled Xehanort after he had taken his body. He couldn’t see what Xehanort—or they since it was still his body?—was doing, couldn’t feel anything.
All of his control was relinquished. And he had no idea how to get it back. The best he could do was hope that something happened to Xehanort…even if that meant losing himself in the process. It was the only way to keep the worlds safe.
But who could possibly defeat him? He pondered this as he wandered aimlessly through the voids of his own heart. He himself wasn’t able to defeat him—but that was partially because Xehanort had his own hidden agenda.
Ven… He didn’t know for sure what happened to him. He and Vanitas had merged, he knew …show more content…
No, better yet, he could hear her?! This was more than he had hoped for! But…he wasn’t sure where he was. Him or Xehanort. It was probably best he figure that out…
Damn, if only there was a way for him to—
His gaze moved from the pitch-black around him back to his dimly glowing WayFinder. Of course! He held it out in front of him, trying to think of only two things: where he was and Aqua. It was the only way to light this darkness.
He was standing on stone, it looked similar to a path. It was hardly anything too useful but it was a start. So it was time to start walking, make sure to really take in anything he saw that looked even somewhat notable. They had to reach each other.
“Aqua?” For some reason he couldn’t understand, Terra just wanted to talk to someone. Perhaps being quarantined inside of your own heart did that to a person. He was relieved to hear her questioning reply. “So…you’re alright?”
He continued to search for something familiar, stopping every few minutes to use the light from his WayFinder to try to pick out anything memorable. “I’ll live,” she agreed. “Are…you alright?” He could practically see her face, lined with
All of his control was relinquished. And he had no idea how to get it back. The best he could do was hope that something happened to Xehanort…even if that meant losing himself in the process. It was the only way to keep the worlds safe.
But who could possibly defeat him? He pondered this as he wandered aimlessly through the voids of his own heart. He himself wasn’t able to defeat him—but that was partially because Xehanort had his own hidden agenda.
Ven… He didn’t know for sure what happened to him. He and Vanitas had merged, he knew …show more content…
No, better yet, he could hear her?! This was more than he had hoped for! But…he wasn’t sure where he was. Him or Xehanort. It was probably best he figure that out…
Damn, if only there was a way for him to—
His gaze moved from the pitch-black around him back to his dimly glowing WayFinder. Of course! He held it out in front of him, trying to think of only two things: where he was and Aqua. It was the only way to light this darkness.
He was standing on stone, it looked similar to a path. It was hardly anything too useful but it was a start. So it was time to start walking, make sure to really take in anything he saw that looked even somewhat notable. They had to reach each other.
“Aqua?” For some reason he couldn’t understand, Terra just wanted to talk to someone. Perhaps being quarantined inside of your own heart did that to a person. He was relieved to hear her questioning reply. “So…you’re alright?”
He continued to search for something familiar, stopping every few minutes to use the light from his WayFinder to try to pick out anything memorable. “I’ll live,” she agreed. “Are…you alright?” He could practically see her face, lined with