|I'm so glad I finally colored this one...|
A Spirit's WorldA Spirit's World by ShootingStarNeo
Axel stared up at the overcast gray sky. It was a cool day in this particular world, with a certain humid, sticky quality to the air that meant it would rain soon.
The world itself wasn't really anything special, not compared to places like Halloweentown or Wonderland. It was a quiet, sleepy little rural place full of farm fields and lush forests, criss-crossed with thin dirt roads and the occassional creek. You didn't come across a whole lot of people in a world like this; hence why he and Roxas could walk down the road in plain sight and not worry about being spotted. That also meant it was an ideal place to run off to, if you were someone like their wayward friend Xion.
"I can't see anything," Roxas complained, as he tried to look over cornstalks that were at least as tall as he was; Axel, being about a foot taller than his best friend, didn't have this problem.
"Don't worry, Roxas, I can," Axel assured him. But no matter how many eyes they had looking, this world would take ages to
Under the Star-Filled SkyThere was a time when they had been together. It felt centuries behind them. They'd stared up at the starry sky and smiled, because they thought nothing could ever change. Terra and Aqua had hung back a little, knowing that tomorrow would change them, but not quite sure of how. But the calm air brushing their cheeks and the quiet voice of the wind echoing in their ears convinced them that, somehow, things would be alright. That they would be together. Terra, Aqua, Ventus. Under the star-filled sky.Under the Star-Filled Sky by Spiritwing-Hillary
That night had been the last time they'd looked up at the sky together.
Looking back, Ventus wondered where it had started to fray and then unravel.
He walked along the cobbled streets, the hollow echo of his footsteps the only sound to keep him company. Despite there being no one out on the streets so late at night, the streetlights poured out their artificial imitation of sunshine. It flowed from the long black poles, a dull yellow stark against the shadows. He ho