There isn't any point in having a voting segment. Only one person submitted a fan fic, and thus win by default. While I admire and respect his work, I'd hate to have him win like this. Partially because it lacks the proper recognition that he deserves, partially because I put a lot of work into this. I can't say that I'm not hurt by the fact that the competition won't actually take place.
But I digress, the winner deserves to win anyways. He is very talented. Without further ado, Here he is, along with his story.
Fanfic Writing Contest Entry
The Death of Hope
I’m a fool. There is no other word for it. I am an incompetent, know-nothing fool. I have tried to do the right thing, tried to be a hero once again, only to fail. This is all I can think of as I fight horde after horde of the spawn of darkness and evil itself. Everywhere I turn another person falls, another hero dead.
I wanted to be brave, I wanted to be able to muster up enough courage to do what must be done, but I failed again. And now, all the universe may very well die screaming. I had a chance to kill him. I had a chance to destroy Lokhaeratz and guarantee his evil would be silence forever. But I faltered, I failed, and Lokhaeratz got away, free to carry on his fiendish plan.
Lokhaeratz. He’s responsible for all of this. It is by his bidding that the Heartless are now attacking this place, meant to distract everyone while he carries out his plan. That evil being has a plan in mind, and only I know of it. Only I can stop him.
With a quick thrust of my sword, I obliterate the dark being I have been combating, and set out on my mission, one of vital importance. I must stop Lokhaeratz’s assassination, or the worlds will be without hope, without a hero. I must not falter again, I MUST not fail.
As I charge through the darkened corridors of this castle, my mind begins to wander. Before long, it goes back to that day. The day everything changed.
It had been that day I failed for the first time. Weakened, I could do nothing but watch as my friend’s eye’s dimmed and went blank. I knew who the attacker was, and I sought out his demise.
But years later, I still hadn’t avenged the death. My search inevitably forced me to cross paths with a young hero with three adventures under his belt, and well into another. I considered him nothing more than an ally, someone that I might be able to use to further my own intentions. How could I have known that I would also meet my greatest enemy that day?
The memory will never leave me, no matter how long I live. We were walking back to the castle from a sparring match when that thing appeared out of his shadow. Lokhaeratz, perhaps the vilest, darkest, evilest being fate dared to conjure. Physically, he seemed almost weak. However, we would quickly learn our faux pas when he downed s all with a simple blast of power.
Forcing myself back to the present, I turn the corner and come face to face with him. He is not Lokhaeratz, he’s nowhere near as evil, but he holds a special place in my heart. I special spot of hatred. It was by this man’s hand that I have lost that which is precious to me. The thoughts of my vendetta overrule my common sense, and he and I begin our dance of death.
He charges toward me, murderous intent in his eyes. I easily sidestep his blade and swing my own sword at his unprotected back. A hit, though not a fatal one. He turns toward me, and swings his blade at my head. Bringing my sword up to parry, I do not notice his true intentions until it is too late. The blade is but the deception, and while I block it, he is free to bring his knee right into my chest.
All the wind knocked out of me, I cannot defend myself as he brings his free hand around behind me, punching me in the back of the head and sending me flying past him. I jump to my feet and charge once again towards my enemy. He slashes his blade toward where my head will be, but I rarely fall for the same trick twice. I duck under his blade and thrust my own sword forward. Still completing the slashing motion, he cannot defend himself as I plunge my sword right into his chest. After a moment, I pull my sword out from him and he falls to the ground, dead.
It is only now that I realize I have been wasting time. While I am here fighting my most hated enemy, Lokhaeratz is moving towards my friend, preparing to strike him down. Once again I begin charging full-throttle through the castle hallways, with the quickly dying hope that I can intervene in time. I have a faint idea where to locate him, based on something Lokhaeratz had said in our last encounter. It’s almost as if he wants me to stop him, but why I cannot know.
There he is, my friend, along with his girlfriend. Not far away from them is a gigantic being of darkness that had been rampaging through the courtyard. It appears they were taking a moment to reflect on what had happened over the past few days. Little did they know that Lokhaeratz was walking out of a portal of darkness, his dominant hand glowing with an unholy light. Time seems to slow down to me, to the point where I can clearly hear my own heartbeat. Vainly hoping to stop him from carrying out his attack, I charge toward him. But I am too late.
Lokhaeratz pulled his hand back, charging up a devastating attack. He then lashed his hand forward, unleashing a dark spear of pure energy aimed right at his target. Poor boy never lived to learn the identity of his attacker. With uncanny accuracy, the dark spear pierced through Sora’s chest. He was dead long before he hit the ground.
Witnessing Sora’s fall, I suddenly become enveloped by a blind rage. All I can feel, all that I know at this moment is my utter loathing of the being standing before me. I run towards him, heedless of any danger he might create, with only one intention in my mind: revenge.
However, it is in vain. Giving me just enough time to get within a few feet of him, Lokhaeratz conjures up a dark portal and vanishes within it. Seeing him retreat, I force myself to a halt, allowing time for my rage to subside and let common sense take over.
Then I feel as if the midnight express smashed right over me. One look over my shoulder is all I need to confirm my worst nightmare. Once again, I have failed. Once again, I have lost those closest to me. But this time is much worse. This time, there is no second chance, there is no redemption.
Because of my failure, the universe itself will die screaming. He is dead; the one hero who could have prevented the worse case scenario is dead. Now, it is only a matter of time before Lokhaeratz opens the path to the core of the universe and destroys it, and then watch as all the worlds burn.
How could I have been so stupid?! It all seems so obvious now in retrospect. I could have guessed Lokhaeratz’s plans so long ago, but never once did I so much as stumble across it. All the clues were laid right in front of me, begging to be assembled together. But no, I overlooked it, and therefore condemned the fate of everything. Once again, I attempted to do the right thing. Once again, I dared to be the hero. And once again, I have failed.
Slowly, solemnly, I walk over to the body of Sora. Kairi was already there, unable to grasp the deadly truth.
“Please no…” she gasps, kneeling next to Sora. “Please, Sora… don’t go. Don’t leave me!”
She then began to shake him, as if hoping it could undo this nightmare.
“Sora?”
By now, I have walked across the courtyard around to behind Kairi. I want to comfort her somehow; I want to cheer her up. But I know that it is a futile effort, and don’t even try. There is simply no way to comfort someone who has just lost a loved one, I know from past experience. I simply stand next to her, utterly silent, and place my hand on her shoulder. As if this was some sort of dramatic play, the clouds above us suddenly unleash an onslaught of rain.
Deciding to give them a moment alone, I walk away and stop to lean next to a wall. It’s all over, this I know for certain. With Sora dead, there is no one to stop Lokhaeratz from destroying the heart of all worlds, Kingdom Hearts, and therefore destroy the universe itself. All we can do now is look up to the sky and wait. As I look up at the night sky, I realize just how close the end is. All over the night sky the stars a blinking out at an accelerating rate. Once the last of the stars dies out, we will only have at most seconds before the end.
All I can do is close my eyes, and await the end. All the deceptions, all the lies, all for nothing. All meaningless. My mind blocks out the thunder, the coldness, and everything else. Now, all I can see is darkness, and all I feel is stillness. All I hear is one voice, screaming at the stop of her lungs.
“SORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The rest is silence.
Winner: Merlin326.
But I digress, the winner deserves to win anyways. He is very talented. Without further ado, Here he is, along with his story.
Fanfic Writing Contest Entry
The Death of Hope
I’m a fool. There is no other word for it. I am an incompetent, know-nothing fool. I have tried to do the right thing, tried to be a hero once again, only to fail. This is all I can think of as I fight horde after horde of the spawn of darkness and evil itself. Everywhere I turn another person falls, another hero dead.
I wanted to be brave, I wanted to be able to muster up enough courage to do what must be done, but I failed again. And now, all the universe may very well die screaming. I had a chance to kill him. I had a chance to destroy Lokhaeratz and guarantee his evil would be silence forever. But I faltered, I failed, and Lokhaeratz got away, free to carry on his fiendish plan.
Lokhaeratz. He’s responsible for all of this. It is by his bidding that the Heartless are now attacking this place, meant to distract everyone while he carries out his plan. That evil being has a plan in mind, and only I know of it. Only I can stop him.
With a quick thrust of my sword, I obliterate the dark being I have been combating, and set out on my mission, one of vital importance. I must stop Lokhaeratz’s assassination, or the worlds will be without hope, without a hero. I must not falter again, I MUST not fail.
As I charge through the darkened corridors of this castle, my mind begins to wander. Before long, it goes back to that day. The day everything changed.
It had been that day I failed for the first time. Weakened, I could do nothing but watch as my friend’s eye’s dimmed and went blank. I knew who the attacker was, and I sought out his demise.
But years later, I still hadn’t avenged the death. My search inevitably forced me to cross paths with a young hero with three adventures under his belt, and well into another. I considered him nothing more than an ally, someone that I might be able to use to further my own intentions. How could I have known that I would also meet my greatest enemy that day?
The memory will never leave me, no matter how long I live. We were walking back to the castle from a sparring match when that thing appeared out of his shadow. Lokhaeratz, perhaps the vilest, darkest, evilest being fate dared to conjure. Physically, he seemed almost weak. However, we would quickly learn our faux pas when he downed s all with a simple blast of power.
Forcing myself back to the present, I turn the corner and come face to face with him. He is not Lokhaeratz, he’s nowhere near as evil, but he holds a special place in my heart. I special spot of hatred. It was by this man’s hand that I have lost that which is precious to me. The thoughts of my vendetta overrule my common sense, and he and I begin our dance of death.
He charges toward me, murderous intent in his eyes. I easily sidestep his blade and swing my own sword at his unprotected back. A hit, though not a fatal one. He turns toward me, and swings his blade at my head. Bringing my sword up to parry, I do not notice his true intentions until it is too late. The blade is but the deception, and while I block it, he is free to bring his knee right into my chest.
All the wind knocked out of me, I cannot defend myself as he brings his free hand around behind me, punching me in the back of the head and sending me flying past him. I jump to my feet and charge once again towards my enemy. He slashes his blade toward where my head will be, but I rarely fall for the same trick twice. I duck under his blade and thrust my own sword forward. Still completing the slashing motion, he cannot defend himself as I plunge my sword right into his chest. After a moment, I pull my sword out from him and he falls to the ground, dead.
It is only now that I realize I have been wasting time. While I am here fighting my most hated enemy, Lokhaeratz is moving towards my friend, preparing to strike him down. Once again I begin charging full-throttle through the castle hallways, with the quickly dying hope that I can intervene in time. I have a faint idea where to locate him, based on something Lokhaeratz had said in our last encounter. It’s almost as if he wants me to stop him, but why I cannot know.
There he is, my friend, along with his girlfriend. Not far away from them is a gigantic being of darkness that had been rampaging through the courtyard. It appears they were taking a moment to reflect on what had happened over the past few days. Little did they know that Lokhaeratz was walking out of a portal of darkness, his dominant hand glowing with an unholy light. Time seems to slow down to me, to the point where I can clearly hear my own heartbeat. Vainly hoping to stop him from carrying out his attack, I charge toward him. But I am too late.
Lokhaeratz pulled his hand back, charging up a devastating attack. He then lashed his hand forward, unleashing a dark spear of pure energy aimed right at his target. Poor boy never lived to learn the identity of his attacker. With uncanny accuracy, the dark spear pierced through Sora’s chest. He was dead long before he hit the ground.
Witnessing Sora’s fall, I suddenly become enveloped by a blind rage. All I can feel, all that I know at this moment is my utter loathing of the being standing before me. I run towards him, heedless of any danger he might create, with only one intention in my mind: revenge.
However, it is in vain. Giving me just enough time to get within a few feet of him, Lokhaeratz conjures up a dark portal and vanishes within it. Seeing him retreat, I force myself to a halt, allowing time for my rage to subside and let common sense take over.
Then I feel as if the midnight express smashed right over me. One look over my shoulder is all I need to confirm my worst nightmare. Once again, I have failed. Once again, I have lost those closest to me. But this time is much worse. This time, there is no second chance, there is no redemption.
Because of my failure, the universe itself will die screaming. He is dead; the one hero who could have prevented the worse case scenario is dead. Now, it is only a matter of time before Lokhaeratz opens the path to the core of the universe and destroys it, and then watch as all the worlds burn.
How could I have been so stupid?! It all seems so obvious now in retrospect. I could have guessed Lokhaeratz’s plans so long ago, but never once did I so much as stumble across it. All the clues were laid right in front of me, begging to be assembled together. But no, I overlooked it, and therefore condemned the fate of everything. Once again, I attempted to do the right thing. Once again, I dared to be the hero. And once again, I have failed.
Slowly, solemnly, I walk over to the body of Sora. Kairi was already there, unable to grasp the deadly truth.
“Please no…” she gasps, kneeling next to Sora. “Please, Sora… don’t go. Don’t leave me!”
She then began to shake him, as if hoping it could undo this nightmare.
“Sora?”
By now, I have walked across the courtyard around to behind Kairi. I want to comfort her somehow; I want to cheer her up. But I know that it is a futile effort, and don’t even try. There is simply no way to comfort someone who has just lost a loved one, I know from past experience. I simply stand next to her, utterly silent, and place my hand on her shoulder. As if this was some sort of dramatic play, the clouds above us suddenly unleash an onslaught of rain.
Deciding to give them a moment alone, I walk away and stop to lean next to a wall. It’s all over, this I know for certain. With Sora dead, there is no one to stop Lokhaeratz from destroying the heart of all worlds, Kingdom Hearts, and therefore destroy the universe itself. All we can do now is look up to the sky and wait. As I look up at the night sky, I realize just how close the end is. All over the night sky the stars a blinking out at an accelerating rate. Once the last of the stars dies out, we will only have at most seconds before the end.
All I can do is close my eyes, and await the end. All the deceptions, all the lies, all for nothing. All meaningless. My mind blocks out the thunder, the coldness, and everything else. Now, all I can see is darkness, and all I feel is stillness. All I hear is one voice, screaming at the stop of her lungs.
“SORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The rest is silence.
Winner: Merlin326.