Moral Compass

by Pixel Petal

The battle between light and dark is a constant one, balance tipping in favor of one or the other since time began. It is easy to commit to physical combat, but the worst of struggles are those from within. Feelings can change in the blink of an eye. {Multiple perspectives}{Reader-Insert}{Ventus/Reader, hints of Reader/Vanitas here and there}

4. Gratitude

Eraqus picked you up where Xehanort dropped you.

It had taken you months to convince him, and quite a bit of nagging on top of that, but he finally accepted your request to train under him on the side.

Despite his obvious reluctance, you practically pounced the man and constricted him like a python.

He stiffened, unused to the informal gesture, patting your arm absently in what was meant to be dismissive comfort.

"I won't let you down! I swear!"

You were bounding out of the hall before Eraqus could even blink, giddy butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.