The sea had forgotten silence.
At first, it was only a hum—a vibration that quivered along the coral shelves and echoed through the trench where Te Fiti's shadow had bled away. The pitch deepened, folding into a lody both ancient and newborn. It wasn't wind, nor tide. It was sothing rembering how to breathe.
The lody built on itself, layer by layer—soft, unsteady, yet strangely familiar. It mimicked Demyx's earlier tune but warped through mory, like a voice learning to sing with lungs made of water. Every ripple thrumd with life that should not exist.
Beneath the abyssal dark, the scattered fragnts of the goddess's sorrow began to gather. Droplets shimred like erald glass, fusing into tendrils of light that wove together, taking shape.
A small figure erged—child-sized, translucent, her body fluid and radiant, her eyes vast pools of teal. She blinked, each motion leaving ripples that bent the currents around her. Where her feet touched the seafloor, coral began to bloom.
Her first sound was a hum—soft, uncertain, almost questioning. Then another. Then a thousand overlapping notes. The entire ocean shivered in response.
The hum beca a song.
High above, miles apart, both Skuld and Kurai stopped what they were doing.
Skuld was knee-deep in tide pools, helping children rebuild seawalls with soft waves of magic. Her keyblade began to vibrate, singing faintly with the sa tune. The water around her feet brightened.
"That sound…" she whispered.
Moana looked up. "The ocean's—singing?"
The lody wasn't hostile. It was mournful. And yet, under its sorrow, Skuld felt worry. Not her own—but another's. The feeling pressed gently into her chest, heavy with confusion, longing, and faint panic.
"Sothing's scared," she murmured. "Sothing alive."
Elsewhere, Kurai froze mid-stride on a jagged cliff overlooking the sea. The wind had gone still. The rain that followed her wherever she went slowed to single droplets hanging in the air.
Her hand tightened around the Shadow Sovereign. "So… it has finally woken up."
The song pressed through her, but where Skuld had felt worry, Kurai felt sothing deeper—black and suffocating. Despair. Not hatred, not malice, but the ache of being born incomplete.
She looked toward the horizon, where the storm clouds pulsed with teal light. "Another god crying for what it can't have," she said coldly. "How original."
And yet her jaw clenched; the sound dug under her armor of apathy.
Deep below, Demyx floated inside a shimring air bubble, strumming lazily at his sitar as the vibrations around him shook the reef.
"Uh-oh. Uh-oh, that's—okay, not normal." He tapped his recorder. "Mission Log: Subject new designation T-F. Fragnt reacting. Gaining self-awareness. And—uh—learning music… I guess?"
The water around him pulsed in ti with Te Vera's song. Each note altered the current, twisting it into visible shapes—spirals, wings, silhouettes that almost looked like faces.
Demyx's voice cracked. "Yup, she's composing. Great. Goddess karaoke hour."
He held the recorder closer, whispering quickly: "Can't sing as well as , but… sounds nice. Continuing observation. No interference. Please no interference."
A sudden crescendo ripped through the trench. The ocean buckled; coral shattered like glass. Demyx yelped as his bubble spun end over end. "Okay! That's enough sound check!"
Far below him, Te Vera opened her mouth wider. The song changed—no longer mimicry, but creation. Each note conjured light that swirled upward, igniting the deep with erald storms. The water danced around her as it bent to her will.
For one impossible mont, it felt like Te Fiti's creation all over again—the birth of islands, the rise of life, the joy of existence. The sea breathed.
Then the tone shifted.
What had been awe beca pressure. The lody climbed too high, too sharp. Waves began to rise in rhythm, each larger than the last. A wall of water gathered, its crown glinting white in the dark.
If it continued, it would drown all the islands above.
Skuld looked out across the horizon; the sea was no longer calm—if this continued, the people would be in danger.
Kurai drew her keyblade, feeling the world's balance tilt. "Please stop singing," she muttered. "Before you kill everything. I know you're young and don't understand what you're doing, but you need to stop."
The ocean didn't stop.
At the heart of it all, Te Vera's eyes widened. She had no mory of who or what she was, yet her body moved as if rembering the act of creation itself. She reached for the void, seeking sothing missing—sothing vital.
When she whispered, the sound was not words but raw instinct.
Heart?
Her voice distorted, the note dragging into a tremor that cracked the water around her.
Kill…?
The current stilled.
Demyx froze, every trace of humor gone. "Oh, no. Nope. Nope nope nope. That's above my pay grade." He vanished in a flash of watery mist, leaving his recorder still glowing on the reef.
Below, the child of the sea turned her gaze upward—toward the distant place where Kurai stood. Her expression was neither innocent nor cruel, only searching. A mory flashes of a girl clad in darkness attacking her. Then ca a mory of pain the sa girl caused, and Te Vera shouted, and a wave of water traveled in that direction, its purpose to wipe out what caused it master pain.
The last chord echoed through the ocean—low, resonant, endless.
The world held its breath.
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