Challenge 208
Title: Beyond the Threshold
Challenge: [208] Doors
Word Count: 200
notes: The convo is not actually taken from the beginning of the KH game, but I do imagine this was one of the predecessors we didn't get to see.
Kairi, what was your home like?
Doors, doors, endless halls of doors. Every color you could ever imagine, and they thrummed with untold energy that little Kairi could never understand. “You must never open a door unless you know where it leads,” her grandmother had warned.
I don't remember.
Lies, lies, all lies. It was so much easier not to think of those places while she was here; the island sun casting out all shadows and the ocean playing a melody at her feet. Helping sooth her memories, helping her forget.
Corridors that went on forever, lined on either side by silent soldiers called doors. Down a flight of stairs that echoed, made her feel like she were being followed by a stampede, through the rabbit hole and into something called a laboratory.
Nothing at all?
Cold, calculating amber eyes studying her from the other side of the room. “Hello little princess,” nothing kind in that empty voice, “you look like you have a strong heart.”
A handful of people, assistants, standing by and merely watching.
No, nothing.
“Why don’t you walk with me little one? I have something I’d like to show you,” and a door opened onto a great expanse of nothing.
Challenge: [208] Doors
Word Count: 200
notes: The convo is not actually taken from the beginning of the KH game, but I do imagine this was one of the predecessors we didn't get to see.
Kairi, what was your home like?
Doors, doors, endless halls of doors. Every color you could ever imagine, and they thrummed with untold energy that little Kairi could never understand. “You must never open a door unless you know where it leads,” her grandmother had warned.
I don't remember.
Lies, lies, all lies. It was so much easier not to think of those places while she was here; the island sun casting out all shadows and the ocean playing a melody at her feet. Helping sooth her memories, helping her forget.
Corridors that went on forever, lined on either side by silent soldiers called doors. Down a flight of stairs that echoed, made her feel like she were being followed by a stampede, through the rabbit hole and into something called a laboratory.
Nothing at all?
Cold, calculating amber eyes studying her from the other side of the room. “Hello little princess,” nothing kind in that empty voice, “you look like you have a strong heart.”
A handful of people, assistants, standing by and merely watching.
No, nothing.
“Why don’t you walk with me little one? I have something I’d like to show you,” and a door opened onto a great expanse of nothing.