“Hey, Riku,” Sora said one day while lazing around on the beach.  “Summon your Keyblade.  Way To The Dawn.”  They should really have been doing their summer homework, but saving the world a couple of times sort of made writing a paper and reading some dumb novel seem unnecessary.

Riku smirked and chuckled.  It had only been about a year since ( Read more... )

As soon as Aerith saw the boy, she knew.  As soon as she saw that silver hair and those hard green eyes, blazing with pent-up anger, she knew he was Sephiroth’s child.  She almost gasped aloud with the realization, thinking she would never see him again, would never have to see the baby he had forced on her again.  She couldn’t remember that night ( Read more... )