#Bahamut Fury: So you bargained your soul to be taught how to use dark corridors. Genesis: I was 13 and desperate Bahamut Fury: oh no i don'

[keykidpilipili]

Tonight in my FF in KH verse

A lost one winged theater teen finds his way home across the sea of worlds thanks to a clumsy green dragon, patron of children. The scale left behind turns to a golden hue and to metal once his friend is no more than a dot in the sky.

Years later the teen now a man on his shift for the King of Demons, trecks the volcano path in search of intruders to forcefully guide back down till the night comes to an end. The roar of engines draws his attention and suddenly golden wings fill his view. His home may be gone but freedom from the Sire of Bald Mountain may not be his final fantasy afterall.