Was it fine to do something right, but for the wrong reasons?
Ava was looking at the town from the clocktower. Usually, that view would relax her, seeing her familiar town waking up in the morning, all the wielders setting off for their usual missions, collecting light.
She, too, had been in their place, a young girl waking every morning wondering where she would be off to that day, what place she would visit, what monsters she would have to face and how much Lux she would collect. Wonder if she would have collected enough to collect one more level on her Wielder Licence, or if she was going to be lucky enough to get stronger cards next time. Knowing she was keeping the world safe, and going to bed with a smile, knowing the world was a little bit better thanks to her.
She crossed her arms. When did things go all wrong? Were they already wrong when she was one of them?
She had thought of fighting Heartless as a way to purify the world, and in a way, to cleanse her soul. If the world was pure, so was her heart. Heartless were a reflection of human darkness, so getting rid of them was making everyone's light brighter. At least that how she had seen it, sweet and naive as she was. She realised now that even then, even before the unions existed, it had been some sort of competition. Her comrades had been competing over who would get the highest level, the world was divided between who had strong cards and the others.
Children these days fought using Medals rather than Cards, and they fought for their unions rather than themselves, but the issue remained. The issued worsened, with the competition between unions. They were striving towards the same goal, but still fought to see who would reach it first. It was endless, and it only darkened their hearts a little bit every day.
Did they got to bed thinking they did good that day? That the world was getting better thanks to them, unaware it was actually getting worse? And what was the solution, then? Ask them to stop fighting altogether?
She sighed under her mask. The solution, she knew. It wasn't ideal, of course, but it was her role. Master's orders. Would it fix everything? Or just delay things a bit more? Even if she asked him, she doubted he would answer.
Her role. Find a few chosen ones who would escape the upcoming war. They would carry hope and peace with them. And she was the one to decide who lived and who didn't. It felt unfair, but she wouldn't question the Master. He had given her a list of candidates, but she was free to chose whoever she wanted. He just had picked the new leaders. She had agreed with his list, knowing all of these kids already, and knowing they would do a very fine job. She was still worried about one of the girls, who seemed perhaps a bit too shy, and Ava feared she wouldn't have the shoulders to carry the weight that came with being a leader, but if the Master had chosen her, then she was probably stronger than Ava thought.
As for the regular Dandelions, Ava knew exactly who to pick. She wanted those whose hearts had not been corrupted by darkness yet. Those who did not care about the competition, or the unions. Those who still believed in peace, and had not given hope up yet.
She quickly wiped away a tear and left the Tower.
It was time to chose who deserved to live.
When you think about it, Ava's role is quite terrible. She cannot save everyone, and she's supposed to pick the 'worthy' ones in a way. Poor girl :'(
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