Things crumbled all around her... but she couldn't make out what was what anymore.

If you've never been in an explosion before, let me explain.

Falling, breaking, shattering... 

Explosions and crumbling, toppling walls dissolving in every corner. 

Once where all memories were made, now demolishing into a pile of rubble.

"OUT OUT OUT!!!" a voice cut in, searing into her mind.

Someone grabbed her shoulders, shaking her out of the oblivion.

"Sophie... Sophie! Snap out of it!!!" someone commanded.

But she couldn't.

She was the moonlark.

How did this happen? How did she let her home come toppling down on all her loved ones without even realizing?

For one thing, she actually just felt like crumbling and toppling down with the rest of the house.

Maybe then she could keep all the memories.

And now sitting alone in her half demolished room, she stared at the fire which was burning through her once window.

She heard faint yells and screams far away, but she just kept watching through the fire.

She saw faint silhouettes of figures standing outside, running away, the shadows fading and fading until she couldn't see them anymore.

Another part of the roof came crashing down, but she didn't even flinch.

Is this what it felt like to be lost in all hopelessness?

Is this what it felt like when you lose all belief of good in the world?

But then fluttering down slowly... shredded and half burned pieces of paper...

She looked around the room, maybe searching for one thing that could bring her back... something that wasn't broken yet.

Ella was nowhere to be found.

Her foxfire uniform was disintegrated with the rest of her closet.

Her memory log was gone as well.

And all she could feel now were the burns and aching in her chest from the fall of Havenfield.

It reminded her of Lumaria... which had fallen years and years ago...

When times were good.

When things were right.

A cough then hitched up in her throat though... as she wheezed from all the smoke and dust.

But just in the nick of time... she spotted something that wasn't gone yet.

She ran over... or rather crawled over, not caring at how hot and burnt the ground now was, and picked up the drawing.

The drawing Keefe had made her when she graduated.

Together... all her friends hand and hand... all in silver and gold elite level outfits, smiling and fists balled up in the air with confidence that they would succeed.

That they would fix all their troubles together.

She and Keefe hooked up together during that time too... and all seemed like it was going perfect in a blissful haze.

But the Neverseen were still out there.

And now other rebel groups were on the rise too.

So many different perspectives on how the elvin world could be better, why it has all it's problems, why our society is falling apart...

And frankly?

She didn't know which one was right anymore.

All she knew was that she was the moonlark. She was designed to fix these problems. And that she couldn't.

She couldn't.

One elf alone can't just fix the whole race.

Why not just let it fall apart? Wouldn't that be easier?

Sophie flipped the drawing over, not wanting to see the smiling faces anymore.

But on the back...

Tᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟ

Lᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴀ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ Fᴏsᴛᴇʀ-

~Kᴇᴇғᴇ

Keefe.

Keefe....

Then all of the sudden her legs got up.

What was she doing?

Where were her friends?

Where was her family?!

And with reality hitting Sophie like an arrow, she sprinted through the fire and debris, calling anyone's name.

"GRADY!!! EDALINE!!" she screamed, trying to find some sort of exit out of the falling house.

"DEX!! BIANA!! FITZ!! KEE--"

But then her voice was cut off by more debris falling on top of her.. making her fall.

What was the point of this?

It was silly, if you think about it.

All her friends were probably already out of the house fighting the Neverseen without her.

And she was the moonlark.

It all comes back to that--

"SOPHIE!!" a loud voice screamed, making her snap her head up.

But she couldn't move that far because of the heavy amount of debris that was weighing her down.

"Oh no... no no no... Foster, c'mon. Get up," Keefe muttered over and over again, as he tried to pull her up.

She tried to speak. Tell him he shouldn't be here. Ask where the rest of their friends and family were.

But all that came out were more coughs and wheezes.

"There we go... ' Keefe whispered into her ear, shaking the rubble off her back.

"Keefe-"

"No. No 'Keefe-ing' me right now," Keefe said, "and as much as I would love to stay here and have a sentimental conversation... we need to get back out outside and out of this place. Now."

She nodded her head, not trusting her voice to speak yet. And leaning against Keefe, he helped her up as they tried to make their way out of the mess.

"Where's the exit?" Sophie rasped, barely hearing her own voice.

Keefe guided her to the left, dodging more fire, "Just follow me, okay? Trust me. We'll get through this," he gently whispered to her, swiping her ash-y hair off her forehead.

And when Sophie looked up, instead of the sadness and disappointment she'd been expecting in Keefe's eyes, all she saw was determination and sympathy swirling in the ice blue.

This is the boy she'd obliviously fallen in love with.

This is the guy who had comforted her everytime she was struggling... even when she would push him away.

And now in dusty, black, ash-y clothes... he was with her once again, reassuring her that they would get out of this together.

It was love, really.

Such a twisted, complicated thing that she had failed to see in the most simple things.

And running together to the battle that probably laid before them-- once again, side by side.

Together they would win.

Together they would prevail.

Just like on the back of the drawing that Keefe had made her.

She was the Moonlark.

And she wasn't the hero that would make everything right.

And little by little she was coming to her senses... that even though everyone says they have their own legacy...

Her legacy wasn't to be the golden hero at all.

It was to fight.

Love.

Take risks.

And to be there to end this chaos.

Because one day It will come one day

When longings are met.

And souls are kept.

When we will finally understand...

And hear the calling, feelings, and perspective.

That our infinite legacies...

Were just not made to end.

A/N - Hi! Hoped you liked the first oneshot. First time doing a oneshot series like this... so feel free to put in requests for themes or plots... or what you thought of this one! Thanks! Bye~