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"well what do we have here crying for help what a nice greeting you gave us hmm" Again...there goes the voice, so close yet so far. It reached him, but yet it didn't. He was too much in a deep slumber, snoring silently he stayed in his coffin, sure that no one would be foolish enough to disturb him. Yet here they were...laid out in front of him a group of witches attempting to wake him.

"wakey wakey our little Kishin time to reign this world with madness" . . .Again with the voices...where were they coming from. Sora WANTED to open his eyes, his body willed it but his mind did not. He tried and tried but nothing happened. He could sense the coffin being reduced to nearly nothing, gusts of magic being blown around him. The smell of iron. He was awake, but not in this world, perhaps in another, his mind was drifting aloft when his magic completely depleted. His body fell from the sky and into the pool of blood. His body switched at the warmth of the blood, it was something he had only felt a couple times before. He willed his eyes to open, he willed his body to open his eyes, they merely twitched. His body and mind were broken and strained beyond repair, or so he thought.