#this isn't soriku btw i just have so many thoughts abt riku and sora and their relations to the idea of the chosen one

[takethistoyourstardust]

chosen one

a musing on riku’s status as the chosen one (aka i wrote this in an absolute fervor last night please be niceys)

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you were five when the man handed you the big key. you barely remember what he said, let alone what he looked like. he seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”.

you were fifteen when a somewhat familiar looking man ripped you away from your friends. he forced you to become a puppet to your own darkness. he seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”.

you were fifteen when you hid your eyes to try and embrace the darkness. your best friend’s body forced you to embrace your darkness. he seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”.

you were sixteen when your best friend fell to his knees and sobbed. he was just happy you were alive, even if you looked almost unrecognizable. he seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”.

you were sixteen when you dove into your best friend’s dreams to keep him from forcibly becoming a puppet to his darkness. you were branded with the symbol of his protector. they all seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”.

you were seventeen when you came to escort the blonde girl to the island. you were escorting her on behalf of the replica of you she created two years ago. she seemed to think you were meant to be the “chosen one”

you’re eighteen now. your best friend has been stolen away to a world beyond reality. you are the chosen one.

your best friend was four when the pretty woman told him to protect you if you ever strayed too far. you both saved her from the darkness twelve years later. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend was fourteen when he saved you from the darkness. you were on the other side of the door and he promised to find you. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend was fifteen when he finally found you again. he fought alongside you and was ready to stay in the darkness with you. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend was fifteen when he took the exam with you. his darkness was potent enough to be manipulated into near eternal slumber. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend was sixteen when he disappeared. he gave up literally everything to save everyone and destroy the man who lead you to darkness to begin with. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend is seventeen now. he’s trapped in a world of fiction. he was never the chosen one.

you’re eighteen now. you’re the chosen one.

your best friend is seventeen. he was never the chosen one.

your best friend is still out there. you’re willing to do almost anything to find him again. you say goodbye to your friend before chasing his heart to this unknown reality.

for the first time since you started this journey, you feel like the chosen one. you finally feel like you’re getting to choose this. and you’re making your best friend your mission.

your chosen one.

you’re choosing sora.