Hey everyone! This is very, very late, but here's my oneshot for TSoS, Week 2. Here we go!

We Were All Just Kids
Twelve Shots of Summer: Another D8

I stared at the darkened sky. Rain poured down, striking my face with heavy droplets.

The soil was rocky, hard and cold. A sharp stone dug into my back. I didn't care. Everything hurt too much to care.

What was even the point of this damn war? Why were we even fighting for? I couldn't remember. I'm not sure I even cared to remember. I didn't have the strength to lift my keyblade, so what was even the point in fighting, or thinking about it?

I breathed heavily. My chest hurt from a particularly nasty strike that another wielder had gotten in with their own keyblade. I wasn't sure what kind. It was a blur of silvery gray with edges sharp enough to tear through my thick coat and slice into my skin. Probably a Sleeping Lion key. Or Fenrir.

Not that the type of keyblade mattered. Both options hurt like hell and left me to bleed on the ground.

"Ugh…" I groaned, trying to shift my weight to at least lie on my side. Maybe that'd hurt less?

It didn't. Shit, it was even worse. I hadn't accounted for my arm, which was most definitely broken and screaming in agony at the sudden shift in position.

A grunt of pain escaped my throat as I rolled onto my back once more.

A speckle of light in the corner of my eye caught my attention. With great difficulty, I craned my neck to look once more to the sky. I could see them drifting off into the distance. Hearts, softly glowing with light. The only light to be seen on this barren wasteland we called a battlefield…

I felt a lump in my throat.

Those hearts were of the people who had once been my friends. Friends in my union, and those outside my union too.

That's right…I had been friends with those who had been on the other side of the battlefield, hadn't I? When did I forget that? When did we start fighting and suspecting and hating?

My trembling hand reached out towards the dissolving hearts. Don't go… Please, don't leave me…

But they didn't hear my plea. They disappeared into the ether, high above the thundering clouds. I let my hand fall to my side.

Why?

Why did it have to be like this? What had we all done to deserve this fate?

All of us...each and every one...we were all just kids.

A hacking cough on my right. I turned my head slightly.

There was Roland. The side of his face was charred from the flames of a Firaga spell. He was almost unrecognizable, if not for the telltale moogle plushie that he always had clipped onto his left sleeve.

I didn't know him very well. Which Union he was from, I couldn't even remember. It was a different one from mine. We had spoken maybe a couple of times, that was all, but I remembered him being nice enough that he used to carry extra snacks to give other wielders during missions, even if they were from a different Union than his.

Tears pricked my eyes. He was much too kind to be dying on a battlefield like this.

I turned my head away. I couldn't bear to look at him.

None of us had deserved this. Why did we turn against each other? Why did we arbitrarily decide who was good and who was the enemy?

…Why had we even followed the Foretellers without question in the first place?

I didn't have an answer for any of it. I don't think any of us would be able to answer.

We hadn't even given it a thought, back then. We just let ourselves get whipped into a frenzy by the words of others, let ourselves fight like starving wolves over Light, like it was something that was meant to be kept for ourselves.

My eyelids felt heavy. I could barely keep them open. And it was getting so, so hard to see.

I was…so tired.

I couldn't fight it anymore. It would just be easier to sleep, wouldn't it?

I closed my eyes, letting the shadows cloud my vision.

I guess in the end, we were all the ones consumed by Darkness.

The prompt that I used for this week was "Death of Innocence". Nothing like a dose of Keyblade War angst, huh? Apologies that this is as short as it was. I ended up fighting with this one a lot, hence why it took long to get it done. I've already gotten a fair bit done for Week 3's prompt, though, so hopefully I'll get it done soon!

Anyways, till next time, and thanks for reading!