Until the Stars are All Alright

He watched the boy from the shadows; had been watching him for some time now. The child was strong but had been damaged. He silently snarled at what that fool had done to his child.

He now knew without a doubt that this boy was in fact his. He had a son, born about in the normal way. He barely recalled the woman who had bore the child. That had been in another lifetime, before he knew Mother.

It was Mother who had revealed to him his destiny, who had shown him what he truly was. She had taught him to embrace his power and to destroy those foolish enough to attempt to control him. …But she was gone now and he was alone.

The teenager laughed at something his sparring partner said. Faded green eyes narrowed at the other man. It troubled him that his son was so close to the traitors. He cursed himself for not having found the boy sooner. He would have if it had not been for Xehanort…

He had to admit that the training the freshly turned seventeen-year-old was receiving from his one time comrades was turning him into an excellent warrior. A small part of him was grateful for the emotional support his child had received. He did not want his son to simply become a tool for the darkness.

The duelists stopped, smiling and congratulating one another for a good round. The raven-haired man stepped away, tossing the teen a small towel from the pile of gear they had brought with to the clearing. The silver-haired youth caught it easily, wiping at his slightly sweaty face.

As the older man gathered their belongings, the teen paused. He slowly turned, looking to his left. He stared at the thick patch of forest as if studying the shadows within it. After a moment, he turned away and headed over to help collect the pair's items.

They left the clearing and he stepped out of the shadows. His child had sensed his presence. He had felt him.

A light wind had kicked up, rustling the trees. He allowed himself a smile as his lengthy silver bangs brushed his sharp cheekbones. His impossibly long hair blew to the side and his three wings twitched in anticipation.

It was time to begin reclaiming his son.

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So, totally different from anything else I've done. This is a prize-fic for Riku-Rocks and it probably will not be too long.