Kingdom Hearts 3: iF Part 1 Draft (NOT COMPLETE)

This is a series of posts
Guided by the hands of fate
A story of what could have been
Told as if they were visions from their world
Fragmented into pieces

A series of stories told as if they were cut scenes
 in which we try and complete Cloud's Story Arc that never was.
From Kingdom Hearts 3.


The sky overhead became a dreary as Sora, Donald, and Goofy entered the clearing. Looking overhead, Sora held out a hand. Eyes reflecting concern at the sudden shift in the weather.

"Somethin' wrong, Sora?" Goofy inquired to the young Keyblade Master to be.

"Well, it was just sunny. And now--" A single drop fell from skies overhead. Planting itself in the gloved hands of the one who spoke. Interrupting him as a gasp shook from his vocals.

"It's raining!" The third companion spoke up, stating the obvious as the sky began to cry down upon them. And, as if called forth by the weather itself, the sound of foot prints approached the three from behind. No. This feeling. It was inaccurate to say that these three were brought forth by the weather. More likely, they were the cause of this phenomena.

Sora's heels dug into the ground, spinning on the balls of his feet with another shaky gasp. Unsure of why he felt so uneasy, but the feeling only persisted once he got a look at this trio. Donald and Goofy, who had already seemed to pick up on the warrior of light's discomfort, now brandished their weapons. Standing in front of Sora as if to shield him.

"Sephiroth..? Wait no. There's only one Sephiroth and there's three of--"

"Where is Brother?!" The male up front spoke up, cutting off the keybearer's speech completely. The tone in his voice left little to the imagination. Barking orders as if Sora was of a lower class than he was. This, in turn, irritated the boy. Teeth grit together and his worried demeanor turned sour. Face contorting into a scowl as he barked back;

"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know what your brother looks like!" The air became stiff. Tension could be cut with a knife. Or more likely, a sword in this case. But what followed after confused Sora. The sound of whimpering. Sniffling from the brutish looking one to the leader's left. "What's his deal..?"

Quickly, the male in the middle raise a hand. Almost like he hoped to silence Sora in a single gesture. Head rolled to the right. Serious eyes turning fair.

"Don't cry, Loz. . ." Loz. Okay. At least Sora knew one of their names now. Slowly and methodically, Goofy leaned in. The knight tilting his head back to Sora as fight filled optics stayed glued to the group at their front.

"I think we should leave before somethin bad happ--" The sound of metal sliced the air. Sora's hand instinctively throwing back, summoning the Kingdom Key into his grasp in a bright display of light. This development, caught the leader's attention. His head snapping back around to meet with Sora's own gaze.

"You are the keybearer. Look, Loz! Yazoo!! The keyblade!" The two on either side of him both snapped at attention. Standing straight up and looking directly past Donald and Goofy. And right toward Sora's weapon. "The keybearer knows brother.