Hewwo everyone! We are back at it! Can you imagine that next month is the month Kingdom Hearts is released to the world? Compared to many, I haven't been expecting it for so long, but I am still so so sooo excited about this. We have been blessed with many trailers and will receive even more, which is amazing. Quite frankly, I would be fine with no more trailer, but I wouldn't say they are revealing us too much - they know their game better than we do and I trust there is more than meets the eye on many scenes we got to see.
About this fic now! This is an Advent Calendar, with a prompt a day till Christmas Eve on the 24th. I did one last year as well, if you want to check it, it is called 24 Hearts. The themes were given to me by SaphirActar on late October and I gave her some as well! Her prompts will be in French but if you read French, check her out! She'll be doing a Kingdom Hearts Calendar and a Dragon Quest one °w° Every chapter can be read as an independant story, so feel free to read whichever you want.
Spoilers level : These prompts can refer to anything that happened in the games from KH1 to Dream Drop Distance, including Union Cross. I have not played 0.2 and don't want to be spoiled so nothing about this game. I do not think any of these actually refer to something shown in any KH3 trailer, and anything Union X related refers to quests we had in the NA version, no JP spoilers. I cannot promise the reviews will be spoiler free, though. Last note, I heard that there could be some spoilers/leak on Reddit. I have not read them and don't want to hear about them, so I can promise nothing in there will be connected to these leaks - if that happens, this is only a coincidence.
With all that long potato post said, please enjoy the first one!
It was raining on that day, Ventus remembered. The final day. The day that took all of his friends away.
Just because they knew it would happen didn't make it any easier. It was written in the book. And they could do nothing to prevent this from happening.
He remembered the rain, and he remembered he thought that was a blessing. Rain, washing away all the blood. Rain, hiding the tears running down his cheeks. Rain, crashing so loudly on the dusty ground that it covered his desperate screams.
Back then, he expected to die, like everyone else. This war was taking everything from him, so why couldn't it take his life?
This war was so ironic. Children fighting for the same cause, and yet fighting each other. Children who grew up together, and ended up destroying one another. Ventus remembered that until that day, he had feared the Darkness. Darkness was bad, it created monsters who tried to hurt them. But on that fated day, Ventus realised Light was an even scarier thing, corrupting souls and corrupting minds.
Even within their group, even as leaders, things had started to go wrong. They started to fight like any other one. There is a traitor. He killed her to take her book. One of us shouldn't be here and we all know it. They were all his friends and he had been heartbroken to see them suspect one another, looking for a traitor when he wanted to believe in all of them, crying for that girl who lost her life but not wanting to suspect anyone. They weren't even suspecting him. They had found their perfect traitor. He didn't want to listen to them.
He didn't die. Did they? He didn't know. After this war, his memories were blurry. He believed he never heard of any of them again, but he couldn't be sure. His next memories were of his times with Master Eraqus, Terra and Aqua. And these memories of ancient times had only came back because after years of sleep, the mind was running out of dreams, replacing them with memories instead.
Where were they know? If he survived, could they be roaming the worlds as well? How did he even survive?
He couldn't remember. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't remember. Not their faces. Not their names. Not how he made it out of here.
The last thing he remembered of that day was the feeling of someone carrying him. Of a voice, soft, kind. Broken. I didn't kill her, you know. I'm not the traitor. I swear.
I know, he had gently answered, a whisper in his sleep. I know. I trust you. I always will.
But the rain washed away his words, and it washed away his memories.
Tomorrow's theme is Dragon!