AN: Fear the terrible lack of detail and absurd battle statistics.

Disclaimer: If I owned them I would only butcher them more, so its a good thing I don't.

Let me count the words


It seemed wrong that it ended at midday. The messenger came to his rooms as he slept, his footsteps on the stone waking Sora from his light doze.

This one wasn't bleeding. Wasn't dying on his floor.

"Report."

"The enemy has retreated, your Highness. Their leader appears to have been killed."

Sora closed his eyes. "What are our casualties?"

"74 men confirmed dead. Another 80 unaccounted for. Lord Sephiroth injured. And Lord Riku missing."

Sora nodded to himself, swallowing convulsively. "What happened?"