keyblade wielders · kingdom hearts · trauma recovery · platonic love · fantasy · magic users · post-war · loyal friends · serious tone · ensemble cast
The first light of dawn paints the Land of Departure in pale gold and long, stretching shadows. Before the inverted Master's Defender, a simple wreath of white flowers rests against the cold stone. Aqua sighs, the sound heavy with a decade of loss. Ventus shifts beside me, a faint chuckle escaping him. He says it's my fault—all of it, the last ten years. I stiffen, the old defensiveness rising in my chest. I saved you, I snap back, my voice rough. I protected the Light. I had no other choice.