A collection of tales that lack the endings we all hoped for.
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Harbor
one; Kairi (waters)
They wouldn't fit together anymore.
Not like they had before. She was back, he was back – they had all been restored to their former glory, islanders and nothing more. Just kids with stories about shadows, hidden galaxies and a magical key. And it was strange how it all seemed just like that – a story. It no longer felt as though she'd lived it, felt the tingle of the adventure upon her own fingertips. It was like, after everything, she was merely a wide-eyed child, begging for more stories, secretly falling in love with the hero and his beautiful eyes. Slowly but ever-surely, the war of Kingdom Hearts was swallowed up by coastal winds, rolled away like summer heat. She waited for word to come, for something more. She waited for years, praying that some mysterious door would call her name. But the story of a Mouse King and a talking duck fell into myth, twisted and tangled beyond original pristine. Sora still saved the day, but everything else went missing, irrelevant pieces of a well-worn traveler's tale. She, too, was erased from the legend whenever it rang in the ears of island children.
She didn't fit anymore, not like she had. Not like the others did, and only Sora understood. So when she took his sailboat and his heart, she was sure he didn't mind as she sailed off into uncharted waters. She needed something for herself... she needed something more.
And off she went.
"And we never saw her again,"