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kh_drabbleChallenge: [98] Mother (Second Entry)
Title: Growing Up
Word Count: 434
Characters: Sora's mother, mention of Sora, Donald and Goofy.
Notes: This was born from my roommate and I talking about 'what if Sora's mother got scattered to a world that Sora later visited?' No real spoilers here—set sometime in the first game. This drabble is a bit longer than the last... :) But I couldn't resist getting this idea out.
The worlds were overrun, some people said and whispered around her. She couldn't deny it, she saw the evidence for herself, lived through her own world being torn and ripped apart; herself flung away from all that she knew—her husband and son—
There was a sour taste in her mouth as she remembered that night when the land beneath her feet broke apart and everything scattered to the howl of gale-force winds. Now she was here—somewhere—and she could only huddle with the rest of these townspeople that she didn’t know and watch as the shadows crept closer.
'The Keyblade Master is here, though—' one woman comforted her, speaking around the head of a little girl. 'He's come through here before, fighting the shadows…'
She wondered who this Keyblade Master could be, it sounded too much like the fairy stories that she used to read at night to her child, of princes saving princesses and battling mighty dragons—
The flash of light caught her eye, a familiar voice making her head spin and her body tensed to get up and run to what had to be her son—hands yanked her back down again, not wanting to call attention to the creatures that the Keyblade Master was so valiantly fighting.
As she watched with wide eyes, she was more determined that ever that the figure with the duck and the dog was Sora, it was her son that was getting tackled by shadows and metal-armored creatures, he was the one swinging around the oddly shaped weapon—the eagerness, single-minded determination in which he did it brought back memories of sunlit days on the beach as she watched two boys mock-fight.
As she was pulled deeper into the house, this temporary haven, she couldn't help but let her eyes linger over the figure of her son, dripping sweat and voice growing raspy as he called out incantations, pushing back the shadows until they were no longer there.
And she wanted to call out, to hold Sora to her as the mother next to her held her child; she wanted to keep him close—but she knew that he wasn't just her son anymore, that he was something more now, a hope—a light that he was sharing with the world. Her son, her Sora was a hero—or was slowing becoming one, if the talks of the people around her were any indication.
She couldn't keep him forever by her side; she only hoped that when this was all over, she would be able to hold him in her arms once more.
Title: Growing Up
Word Count: 434
Characters: Sora's mother, mention of Sora, Donald and Goofy.
Notes: This was born from my roommate and I talking about 'what if Sora's mother got scattered to a world that Sora later visited?' No real spoilers here—set sometime in the first game. This drabble is a bit longer than the last... :) But I couldn't resist getting this idea out.
The worlds were overrun, some people said and whispered around her. She couldn't deny it, she saw the evidence for herself, lived through her own world being torn and ripped apart; herself flung away from all that she knew—her husband and son—
There was a sour taste in her mouth as she remembered that night when the land beneath her feet broke apart and everything scattered to the howl of gale-force winds. Now she was here—somewhere—and she could only huddle with the rest of these townspeople that she didn’t know and watch as the shadows crept closer.
'The Keyblade Master is here, though—' one woman comforted her, speaking around the head of a little girl. 'He's come through here before, fighting the shadows…'
She wondered who this Keyblade Master could be, it sounded too much like the fairy stories that she used to read at night to her child, of princes saving princesses and battling mighty dragons—
The flash of light caught her eye, a familiar voice making her head spin and her body tensed to get up and run to what had to be her son—hands yanked her back down again, not wanting to call attention to the creatures that the Keyblade Master was so valiantly fighting.
As she watched with wide eyes, she was more determined that ever that the figure with the duck and the dog was Sora, it was her son that was getting tackled by shadows and metal-armored creatures, he was the one swinging around the oddly shaped weapon—the eagerness, single-minded determination in which he did it brought back memories of sunlit days on the beach as she watched two boys mock-fight.
As she was pulled deeper into the house, this temporary haven, she couldn't help but let her eyes linger over the figure of her son, dripping sweat and voice growing raspy as he called out incantations, pushing back the shadows until they were no longer there.
And she wanted to call out, to hold Sora to her as the mother next to her held her child; she wanted to keep him close—but she knew that he wasn't just her son anymore, that he was something more now, a hope—a light that he was sharing with the world. Her son, her Sora was a hero—or was slowing becoming one, if the talks of the people around her were any indication.
She couldn't keep him forever by her side; she only hoped that when this was all over, she would be able to hold him in her arms once more.
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Date: 2007-03-17 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-17 02:17 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. :) Yeah, we noticed that no one ever mentioned this and I so wanted to tackle it. XD
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Date: 2007-03-17 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-17 02:44 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-17 03:21 pm (UTC)<3 <3
I'm a little bit tired to leave a good comment, but I couldn't just NOT leave one anyway.
That was lovely! And bittersweet. Poor lady, torn between holidng her son and letting him go.
But I guess all mothers get to that point someday, though.
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Date: 2007-03-17 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-17 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-17 10:54 pm (UTC)Hehehe
*rubs back of head sheepishly* glad it came out okay. XD