Andrew Slayn
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Chapter 2: Shadows of the Heart
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 10:00:07 +0000 UTCThe Realm of Darkness had no concept of day or night. No rising sun to mark beginnings, no setting horizon to signal endings. Time existed as an abstraction, felt rather than measured. For Andrew, it made tracking their progress impossible.
"How long have we been walking?" he asked, navigating around a jagged formation of crystallized darkness.
Aqua glanced back at him, her pace never slowing. "Time flows differently here. It could be hours. It could be days."
"That's not helpful," Andrew muttered, jumping down from a small ledge to catch up with her. "It feels like we've been walking forever."
"You get used to it," Aqua replied, her voice hollow. "Eventually, you stop trying to measure time at all."
Andrew studied her as they walked. Though Aqua had shown sparks of her former self during their battle with the Darkside—moments of authority, of confident instruction—those sparks faded quickly. The further they traveled, the more she retreated into herself, her posture rigid, her responses increasingly clipped and distant.
"So," Andrew ventured, trying to maintain conversation, "you mentioned other friends. Are they Keyblade wielders too?"
Aqua's pace faltered slightly. "Yes. Terra and Ven." Her voice softened at the names. "We trained together under Master Eraqus."
"What happened to them?"
A shadow crossed Aqua's face. "Terra... he was deceived. Darkness took hold of him. And Ven..." She stopped walking entirely, staring into the middle distance. "I put him somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would find him until he could wake up again."
Andrew waited, sensing there was more to the story. When Aqua didn't continue, he asked, "And how did you end up here?"
She resumed walking, her steps more deliberate. "I chose this. To save Terra. I sent him back to the Realm of Light, and fell here in his place." She glanced at Andrew, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "I would make the same choice again."
"Sounds like you're the type to put everyone else first," Andrew observed.
"A Keyblade Master's duty is to protect the balance of the worlds, no matter the personal cost," Aqua recited, as if reading from a long-memorized text.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "That sounds suspiciously like something someone else told you to believe."
Aqua shot him a sharp look but didn't argue the point. They continued in silence, climbing a steep incline that wound around a massive pillar of dark stone. At the top, they found themselves overlooking a vast plain where dark creatures undulated across the landscape like a living shadow.
"Heartless," Andrew breathed. "There must be thousands."
"They're drawn to our light," Aqua explained, her voice tense. "Two Keyblade wielders in the Realm of Darkness... we might as well be beacons."
Andrew studied the movements of the dark mass below. "They're not just wandering randomly. Look—they're all moving toward that central point."
He pointed to where the dark creatures seemed to be converging around what looked like a massive crater in the distance, its edges glowing with an ominous purple light.
"A tear in the fabric of the realm," Aqua confirmed. "Places where darkness pools more densely. We should avoid it."
Andrew squinted at the distant crater. "Wait, is that... a path down there? Leading into it?"
Aqua followed his gaze. "Possibly. Some tears connect to other areas within the Realm of Darkness."
"Could it be a way out?" Andrew asked hopefully.
"No," Aqua's response was immediate, almost harsh. "I've explored countless similar formations. None lead to the Realm of Light."
Something in her tone gave Andrew pause. "But you're not certain."
"What I'm certain of," Aqua replied with sudden intensity, "is that charging into the highest concentration of Heartless we've seen would be suicide." She turned away from the view. "We need to find another route."
Andrew watched her walk away, noting the slight slump of her shoulders. For all her outward strength, something was weighing on her—something beyond physical exhaustion.
They made camp, if it could be called that, in a small cavern formed by two massive slabs of obsidian leaning against each other. It offered protection on three sides while allowing them to keep watch on the open path before them.
Andrew sat cross-legged at the entrance, his Keyblade resting across his knees. Occasionally, he'd notice small shadows skittering at the edge of his vision, but they never approached. The Keyblade's presence kept the weaker Heartless at bay.
Aqua sat deeper within the cavern, her back against the cool stone. She hadn't spoken more than a few words since they'd left the overlook. Her Keyblade lay beside her, its light noticeably dimmer than before.
"You should rest," she said, breaking the silence. "I'll take first watch."
Andrew shook his head. "I'm not tired. Besides, you look like you need sleep more than I do."
A flash of irritation crossed Aqua's face. "I've survived here alone for longer than you can imagine. I know my limits."
"I'm not questioning your survival skills," Andrew replied evenly. "But you're exhausted. Not just physically—I can see it in your eyes."
Aqua's expression hardened. "What I am or am not is my concern."
"It became my concern when I decided to come back for you," Andrew countered. "So humor me. Get some rest."
For a moment, it seemed Aqua might argue. Then, as if a string had been cut, her shoulders sagged. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the stone wall.
"Fine. Wake me if anything changes."
Andrew watched as her breathing gradually slowed, her features softening in sleep. Without the constant vigilance that hardened her expression while awake, she looked younger, more vulnerable. He wondered how long she'd been here alone, fighting without pause, with no one to watch over her while she slept.
As silence settled around them, broken only by the distant sounds of the dark realm, Andrew turned his attention to his Keyblade. Lightning's Legacy, the voice had called it. He still marveled at how it felt in his hand—not like a foreign object, but an extension of himself.
He ran his fingers along the gunmetal finish, feeling the subtle etchings that decorated its surface. The weapon responded to his touch, a faint blue glow illuminating the engravings momentarily.
"Fancy trick," he murmured to himself.
As if in response, the Keyblade pulsed once with blue light.
Andrew blinked in surprise. "Can you understand me?"
Another pulse, fainter this time.
"Okay, that's... different." He glanced at Aqua to ensure she was still asleep, then returned his attention to the Keyblade. "I don't suppose you could tell me how to get us out of here?"
The weapon remained inert.
"Worth a shot," Andrew sighed.
He settled into a more comfortable position, preparing for a long watch. Though he'd told Aqua he wasn't tired, the truth was more complicated. Physically, he felt no fatigue—whether due to the strange properties of the Realm of Darkness or the Keyblade's influence, he couldn't say. Mentally, however, he was exhausted.
The events of the past... however long it had been... crashed over him in waves. His world, gone. His family, gone. Everything he'd ever known, reduced to nothingness. And now here he was, in a realm of literal darkness, with a magical key-sword and a traumatized Keyblade Master who seemed to be fighting her own inner demons as much as the outer ones.
"Hell of a day," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
As the silence stretched on, Andrew found his thoughts drifting to his family. His mother's laugh. His father's quiet wisdom. The ordinary life he'd taken for granted. A lump formed in his throat as he realized he had no photographs, no mementos—nothing to remember them by except his own memories.
He didn't realize he was crying until a tear splashed onto his Keyblade, the droplet glowing briefly blue before evaporating.
Andrew quickly wiped his face, embarrassed despite having no audience but the darkness. He'd been so focused on survival, on finding Aqua, on fighting the Heartless, that he hadn't allowed himself to process his grief.
"Focus," he told himself firmly. "You can fall apart later."
From deeper in the cavern, Aqua stirred restlessly in her sleep, her face contorting with distress. A nightmare, Andrew realized, unsurprised. What else would one dream of in the Realm of Darkness?
He debated whether to wake her but decided against it. Even troubled sleep was better than none.
Turning his attention back to his watch, Andrew noticed something strange. The ambient darkness at the cavern's entrance seemed to be... thickening. Like fog rolling in, but composed of shadow rather than mist.
He stood, Keyblade ready, as the darkness coalesced into a more defined shape. Not a Heartless—at least, not like any he'd seen before. This was more like a patch of deeper shadow, roughly humanoid but with indistinct features.
"Who's there?" Andrew called, his voice firm despite the unease prickling at the back of his neck.
The shadow wavered, as if disturbed by his voice. Then, to Andrew's shock, it spoke—not aloud, but directly into his mind.
So much light... so much potential... yet clouded by doubt and grief.
Andrew tightened his grip on his Keyblade. "What are you?"
I am what remains when hope is abandoned. I am what festers in the hearts of those who linger too long in darkness.
The shadow shifted, extending tendrils of darkness toward the sleeping Aqua.
Like her. Once so bright. Now dimming... fading... soon to join us.
Andrew stepped between the shadow and Aqua, Keyblade raised. "Stay back."
The shadow rippled, an impression of amusement emanating from it.
You cannot protect her from what already lives within her heart.
Before Andrew could respond, the shadow dissolved, melting back into the ambient darkness as if it had never been there at all.
Behind him, Aqua gasped, bolting upright with her Keyblade materializing instantly in her hand. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, as if still caught in whatever nightmare had gripped her.
"Aqua, it's okay," Andrew said quickly, turning to her. "It's just me."
She blinked several times, reality slowly reasserting itself. "I thought... I saw..."
"What did you see?" Andrew asked gently.
Aqua shook her head, dismissing her Keyblade. "It doesn't matter. Just shadows."
Andrew frowned, remembering the strange entity he'd just encountered. "I think there's more to the shadows here than just Heartless."
"The Realm of Darkness plays tricks on the mind," Aqua replied dismissively, though he noticed she avoided his gaze. "We should move."
"You barely slept an hour."
"I've had enough rest."
Andrew didn't argue. Instead, he asked a different question. "How do you keep going? After all this time, all alone, fighting constantly—what keeps you moving?"
Aqua's expression flickered, surprise quickly masked. "My friends. They're waiting for me."
"Terra and Ven?"
"Yes." She stood, her movements slightly stiff. "I have to believe they're out there. That someday, we'll be together again."
Andrew nodded, understanding. "They're your anchors."
"What about you?" Aqua asked, deflecting the conversation. "What keeps you going after losing your world?"
Andrew considered the question. "Stubborn defiance, probably. I refuse to let the darkness win." He shrugged. "And now, getting you out of here."
Aqua's expression softened momentarily before her walls came back up. "We should continue moving. The Heartless become more active during what passes for night here."
As they prepared to leave their temporary shelter, Andrew noticed Aqua checking her pocket, as if confirming something was still there. He caught a glimpse of what looked like a star-shaped charm before she quickly tucked it away.
They traveled in relative silence, navigating a landscape that seemed to deliberately confound them. Paths that appeared straight would curve unexpectedly. Landmarks they passed would reappear hours later, though they'd been walking in a single direction.
"This place doesn't play fair, does it?" Andrew observed after they found themselves facing a distinctive rock formation they'd passed earlier.
"The realm responds to heart and will," Aqua explained. "It tests those who traverse it."
"So it's alive? Conscious?"
"Not exactly. More like... responsive. It reflects what's inside you."
Andrew considered this. "So if we're going in circles..."
"It means something within us is unresolved," Aqua confirmed.
"Great. Psychological torture on top of everything else."
Despite the frustration of their circular journey, Andrew noticed they were gradually moving closer to the massive crater they'd observed earlier. Whether by accident or Aqua's subconscious direction, they were approaching the very concentration of Heartless she'd warned against.
He chose not to point this out, observing instead how Aqua's demeanor changed the closer they got. She became more withdrawn, her responses shorter, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings as if expecting an ambush.
When they crested a ridge and found themselves again overlooking the crater—much closer now—Andrew finally spoke up.
"We keep coming back here. Is there a reason?"
Aqua stared at the crater, where Heartless still swarmed in uncountable numbers. "No."
But Andrew caught the flicker of recognition in her eyes. "You've been here before, haven't you?"
She didn't answer immediately. When she did, her voice was barely audible. "This is where I nearly gave up."
Andrew remained silent, giving her space to continue.
"I had been fighting for so long," Aqua said, eyes fixed on the distant crater. "Every step, every moment—just surviving. And then I reached this place, and I... I couldn't see the point anymore." She gestured toward the crater. "The darkness is strongest here. It speaks to you, shows you your deepest fears, your greatest regrets."
"What did it show you?"
Aqua's expression tightened. "Terra, consumed by darkness. Ven, never waking up. Worlds falling, one after another, because I failed my duty as a Master." She took a shuddering breath. "I almost surrendered to it. Let myself fade away."
"What stopped you?"
"A memory," she said softly. "Of a promise I made to some children, long ago. To keep them safe." She touched her pocket where the star charm resided. "And then... I heard your voice."
Andrew blinked in surprise. "My voice? But we only just met."
"Not your literal voice," Aqua clarified. "But a call from another heart. It gave me just enough strength to keep going a little longer." She looked at him directly. "And then you actually appeared. I still can't believe you came back willingly."
"I keep my promises," Andrew said simply.
Aqua's expression softened momentarily, but as she looked back toward the crater, darkness seemed to cloud her features again.
"It's pulling at me," she admitted, her voice strained. "Even now. The darkness is... insistent."
Andrew studied her with growing concern. "We should go. This place isn't good for you."
"It doesn't matter where we go," Aqua replied, a new hollowness to her voice. "The darkness is everywhere here. And it's inside me now, too."
"That's not true. Your light is still strong—"
"You don't understand." Aqua cut him off, her voice sharp. "I've been here too long. Fighting too long. Using magic that drains my life force. Each time I thought, 'Just a little more, just a little longer,' but there was always another battle, another trial." Her hands clenched into fists. "Do you know what it's like to hope, day after day, that rescue will come? To wait for friends who never appear? To eventually realize that no one is coming for you?"
Andrew didn't have an answer.
"I'm tired, Andrew," Aqua continued, her voice breaking slightly. "So tired of fighting. Of hoping. Sometimes I think it would be easier to just... let go."
As she spoke, Andrew noticed something alarming. The ambient darkness around Aqua seemed to be responding to her words, coiling around her like tendrils of smoke. Her skin took on a faint grayish tone, and the blue of her hair seemed to darken.
"Aqua," he said carefully, "something's happening to you."
She either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him, continuing with increasing bitterness. "Master Eraqus taught us that light will always overcome darkness. What a pretty lie that was. The truth is, darkness is patient. It waits. It wears you down until resistance seems pointless."
The darkness surrounding her thickened. To Andrew's horror, he realized it wasn't just responding to her emotions—it was feeding on them, growing stronger.
"Aqua, stop!" he moved toward her, but a pulse of energy pushed him back.
She looked at him, and Andrew saw with shock that her eyes had a yellowish tinge to them. "Why fight it anymore? Why keep pretending I can win?" Her voice had taken on a hollow, echoing quality.
Below them, the mass of Heartless in the crater shifted, countless yellow eyes suddenly turning in their direction. They began to move, a living tide of darkness surging toward their position.
"They sense it," Aqua observed distantly. "They know when one is about to fall."
Andrew summoned his Keyblade, panic rising within him. "Aqua, listen to me. This isn't you talking. It's the darkness using your pain against you."
She gazed at him, something like pity in her altered eyes. "This is exactly me, Andrew. This is what's left after everything else has been stripped away." The darkness swirled more intensely around her. "I'm sorry you came back for nothing."
Andrew looked frantically between Aqua and the approaching swarm of Heartless. He needed help—something beyond his limited understanding or novice abilities.
Focusing inward, he called out mentally to the voice he'd heard at the Station of Awakening. I need your help! Aqua is being consumed by darkness!
Silence.
Please! I don't know what to do!
No response.
As the first wave of Heartless began scaling the ridge toward them, desperation drove Andrew to action. He strode toward Aqua, pushing against the dark energy surrounding her through sheer force of will.
"Aqua, I know you can hear me," he called, wincing as the darkness burned against his skin. "I know you're tired. I know you've fought longer and harder than anyone should have to." He pressed forward, step by painful step. "But you're not alone anymore."
The yellow in her eyes flickered. "It's too late."
"It's not," Andrew insisted, now close enough to reach out to her. "Look at me. Look at my Keyblade."
Lightning's Legacy was glowing brightly, its blue light cutting through the darkness around them. Andrew held it up. "This exists because I refused to give up. Because I chose to come back for you instead of taking the easy path."
Aqua's expression wavered, conflict visible on her face.
"The darkness wants you to think you're alone, that no one cares, that it's easier to surrender," Andrew continued, his voice growing stronger. "It's lying. Your friends are waiting. Terra and Ven—they need you."
The Heartless reached the top of the ridge, surrounding them in a circle of writhing darkness. Andrew ignored them, focused entirely on reaching Aqua.
"I came back for you," he said, extending his free hand toward her. "Let me help you fight. Not just the Heartless, but this—the darkness trying to take hold inside you."
Aqua stared at his outstretched hand, conflict raging in her eyes. The darkness around her churned violently, as if sensing her wavering resolve.
"What's the point?" she whispered. "Even if I fight it off today, it will just return tomorrow. And the next day. Until eventually, I fail."
Andrew kept his hand extended. "Then we fight it together. Every day. As long as it takes."
A Heartless lunged at Andrew's back. Without looking, he swung his Keyblade behind him, destroying it in a single strike. More attacked, and he dispatched them efficiently, never taking his eyes off Aqua.
"I know you don't know me well," he said between strikes, "but I'm really stubborn. Ask anyone." He managed a small smile. "I'm not giving up on you. So don't give up on yourself."
Something shifted in Aqua's expression. A spark of her former strength flickered in her eyes, pushing back against the unnatural yellow glow.
"I can't..." she struggled, visibly fighting against the darkness surrounding her.
"Yes, you can," Andrew insisted. "You're Master Aqua. You saved Terra. You protected Ven. And now it's time to save yourself."
The darkness around Aqua convulsed violently. She clutched her head, crying out in pain as internal conflict tore through her.
The Heartless pressed closer, sensing vulnerability. Andrew defended both of them as best he could, but they were hopelessly outnumbered. For every Heartless he destroyed, three more took its place.
In desperation, he tried once more to reach the mysterious voice. Help us! I can't do this alone!
To his surprise, a response finally came—faint but clear.
What would you have me do, Andrew Slayn?
Get her out of here! Send her to the Realm of Light, to her friends!
A pause, then: That power is beyond me. The barriers between realms are not so easily breached.
Then what good are you? Andrew retorted, anger flaring as he cut down another Heartless.
I can guide, but I cannot interfere directly in matters of heart and darkness.
Andrew gritted his teeth in frustration. There has to be something you can do!
There is one possibility, the voice admitted reluctantly. But the cost would be great.
What cost?
When you defied destiny to return here, you closed the path that would have led you back to the Realm of Light. That path could be reopened—but only for one.
Understanding dawned on Andrew immediately. You're saying one of us could escape, but not both.
Yes. And the choice must be made freely, with full knowledge of the consequences.
Andrew didn't hesitate. Then take her. Send Aqua back to her friends.
Surprise colored the voice's response. You would remain here? Alone? After witnessing what solitude in darkness did to her?
She's suffered enough, Andrew replied firmly. She deserves to go home.
This is not a decision to make lightly, Andrew Slayn. The Realm of Darkness corrupts even the strongest hearts eventually.
I've made my choice, Andrew insisted. Now help her!
A reluctant acknowledgment echoed in his mind. The path will open momentarily. But she must choose to take it.
Andrew returned his full attention to Aqua, who was still struggling against the darkness trying to possess her. He fought his way to her side, destroying Heartless after Heartless to create a temporary safe space around them.
"Aqua," he called urgently, "listen to me. There's going to be a way out—a path back to the Realm of Light. You need to take it."
Her eyes, still flickering between their natural blue and corrupted yellow, focused on him with difficulty. "A... way out?"
"Yes. But you have to fight this darkness right now. Push it back, just for a moment."
Aqua's face contorted with effort. Gradually, the dark aura surrounding her began to recede, her own light reasserting itself. "I... can feel it. The darkness. It's so heavy."
"I know. But you're stronger." Andrew placed his hand on her shoulder, channeling his own light toward her. "Think of Terra and Ven. They're waiting for you."
Something shifted in the air around them. A faint glow materialized several yards away, slowly expanding into what appeared to be a portal—a tear in the fabric of the realm, but filled with light rather than darkness.
Aqua's eyes widened at the sight. "Is that..."
"Your way home," Andrew confirmed, fighting to keep the Heartless at bay as they reacted frenetically to the presence of the light portal.
"How?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is you need to go. Now."
Aqua took a hesitant step toward the portal, then stopped, looking back at Andrew with sudden clarity in her eyes—now fully blue again. "But what about you?"
Andrew managed a smile. "I'll be right behind you."
The lie felt bitter on his tongue, but he knew she wouldn't leave otherwise.
Aqua wasn't fooled. Her expression hardened with realization. "No. The portal is only for one, isn't it?"
Andrew didn't answer, which was answer enough.
"I won't leave you here," Aqua declared, her Keyblade materializing in her hand with renewed purpose. The darkness that had nearly consumed her moments ago had retreated, pushed back by her rekindled determination.
"Aqua, you've been here long enough," Andrew argued, desperation creeping into his voice as he saw the portal beginning to waver. "Your friends need you. The worlds need you."
"And what about you? You came back for me when you didn't have to. I won't abandon you to the same fate I suffered."
The Heartless pressed closer, drawn by the light of the portal and the conflict of their hearts. Andrew fought mechanically, his mind racing for a way to convince her.
"Listen to me," he said urgently. "I made this choice. I asked for this. The voice—the one from the Station of Awakening—she offered a way out, but only for one of us. I chose you."
Aqua stared at him, disbelief warring with understanding in her eyes. "Why? Why would you sacrifice yourself for someone you barely know?"
"Because you've already sacrificed enough," Andrew replied simply. "Because you have people waiting for you. Because..." he hesitated, then finished honestly, "because it's what my heart says is right."
The portal flickered, growing fainter. The voice echoed in Andrew's mind: The path cannot remain open much longer. The darkness presses against it.
"Please, Aqua," Andrew pleaded. "Don't waste this chance. Don't make my choice meaningless."
Conflict raged across her face. For a long moment, she seemed frozen in indecision, torn between her duty to her friends and her unwillingness to abandon Andrew.
"Terra and Ven need you," Andrew said softly. "The worlds need a Keyblade Master."
Something shifted in Aqua's expression. The mention of her friends seemed to reach a part of her that his other arguments couldn't.
"They... they really are waiting for me," she whispered, almost to herself. "Ven is still sleeping. He needs me to wake him."
"Yes," Andrew encouraged. "And you can't help them if you stay trapped here."
Aqua took a hesitant step toward the portal, then stopped, looking back at Andrew with pain in her eyes. "But what about you?"
Andrew managed a smile that he hoped appeared more confident than he felt. "I've got this fancy new Keyblade, remember? Besides, I'm stubborn. The darkness doesn't stand a chance."
She didn't smile back. "Andrew, I—"
"When we see each other again," he interrupted, stepping closer to her, "I want to learn more about you. About your friends, your home, your training—everything." He met her gaze directly. "So this isn't goodbye. It's just 'see you later.'"
Aqua's expression softened, a flicker of hope lighting her eyes. "You really believe we'll meet again?"
"I know we will," Andrew said with more certainty than he had any right to feel. "This is just a detour."
The portal pulsed, starting to contract.
The path weakens, the voice warned. Decide now, or it will close.
Andrew saw the moment Aqua made her decision. Her shoulders straightened, her chin lifted—the posture of a Keyblade Master accepting a difficult but necessary task.
"I'll find a way back for you," she promised. "No matter how long it takes."
"I know you will," Andrew replied.
She turned toward the portal, taking a tentative step forward. The Heartless suddenly surged, as if sensing their impending separation. A massive wave of darkness rushed toward them.
Andrew made his decision in an instant.
"Aqua," he called, causing her to turn back toward him. As she did, he lunged forward, placing both hands on her shoulders. "Sorry about this."
Before she could react, he shoved her backward with all his strength, directly into the portal. Her eyes widened in shock as she stumbled through the threshold, the light beginning to envelop her.
"Andrew!" she cried, reaching out.
"Tell Terra and Ven I said hi," he called, managing one last smile as the Heartless closed in around him. "And remember—this isn't goodbye!"
The last thing he saw was Aqua's face, a mixture of dismay and determination, before the portal collapsed entirely, taking her with it and sealing him in darkness.
Andrew spun to face the encroaching Heartless, Lightning's Legacy materializing in his hand with a flash of blue light.
"Alright," he muttered, settling into a fighting stance as the creatures surged toward him. "Let's see what this Keyblade can really do."
The darkness pressed in from all sides, but Andrew's heart glowed brighter than ever. He may have chosen to remain in the Realm of Darkness, but he wasn't giving up. Not when he had a promise to keep. Not when he had someone to see again.
As he carved through the first wave of Heartless, the voice spoke in his mind once more.
You chose to remain in darkness so another could return to light. Few would make such a sacrifice.
"It's not a sacrifice," Andrew replied between strikes. "It's an investment. Besides—" he destroyed another Heartless with a lightning-infused slash, "—someone had to stay behind and keep these guys company."
The voice fell silent, perhaps puzzled by his continued defiance in the face of what should have been despair.
Andrew fought on, gradually pushing back the tide of darkness. With each Heartless he defeated, with each step he took away from where the portal had been, a new determination solidified within him.
He would survive this place. He would master his Keyblade. And somehow, someday, he would find his own way back to the Realm of Light.
Where Aqua waited. Where, perhaps, he might finally discover what it meant to be a true Keyblade wielder.
For now, though, he had darkness to fight. And Andrew Slayn had never been one to back down from a challenge.
From the shadows beyond the battlefield, the black-cloaked figure who had observed them earlier stepped forward, surveying the space where the portal had been.
"One light escaped, one remains," the figure mused, voice low and contemplative. "The board shifts again." A gloved hand reached up, pushing back the hood to reveal silver hair and amber eyes.
"How fascinating this game becomes."
