Kingdom Hearts: Consumed by Darkness

Helios leaned back against the rough rooftop surface, gazing at the twilight sky as a soft breeze swept across his face. The golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the city of Nightfall, painting the clouds in hues of orange and pink. This was his favorite time of day. For a brief moment, the chaos below seemed to quiet, offering him a rare sense of calm.

He closed his eyes, letting the stillness take over. His thoughts wandered to simpler days, a time before everything had changed.

Growing up, Helios had always been the laid-back kid who never had to try too hard. Born and raised in the bustling streets of Nightfall, he knew every corner, every shortcut. The rougher parts of town didn't intimidate him—they shaped him. Street smarts came naturally, and luck had a habit of favoring him. No matter how much trouble he found himself in, he always managed to slip out unscathed.

Memories flashed through his mind: carefree days running through the streets with his friends, playing warriors and sparring for fun. Over time, those playful fights sharpened his reflexes, making him a natural fighter without even realizing it. Dodging a punch became as instinctive as dodging traffic.

Then came memories of his parents, working tirelessly to keep their heads above water. They lived in a tiny, run-down apartment, but it was home, and Helios had been happy there. When he wasn't helping out, he was either reading—devouring every book he could find—or out on adventures with his friends.

Now, perched on the rooftop of that same apartment building, Helios opened his eyes, blinking at the fading sun as it dipped lower in the sky, casting a final glow of orange and gold before melting into the deep blue of night. He gazed at the skyline—an eclectic mix of towering skyscrapers and flickering neon signs. The city had always been his home, but lately, it felt... different. Colder. Distant.

Tall and lean, with dark blue hair and striking blue eyes, Helios wore a black leather jacket over a simple white t-shirt. His jeans, frayed at the hems from years of wear, completed the image of someone who had lived through it all. His quiet confidence gave him an air of mystery to those who didn't know him well.

Beneath that exterior, however, was a kind heart. Helios had always been loyal to a fault, standing by his friends even when they didn't necessarily deserve it. He would go to great lengths to protect the people he cared about.

As he sat in thought, something unsettled him. There had been moments recently—brief but vivid—where memories surfaced that didn't feel like his. Dark memories. He shook his head, pushing them aside. He wasn't in the mood to dwell on those tonight.

Looking down at the street below, his attention was drawn to a group of teenagers gathering on the corner, their voices carrying all the way up to the rooftop. They were arguing. At the center of it, a tall kid held a baseball bat, his stance aggressive.

For a moment, Helios just watched, weighing his options. He could step in or walk away. His mother had always told him that violence solved nothing, but Helios knew that wasn't always the case. Sometimes, standing up meant taking action, even if it meant things got messy.

With a sigh, he stood and jumped down from the rooftop, landing effortlessly in the side alley. As he approached the group, his hands remained in his pockets, his demeanor relaxed.

"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice casual.

The teenagers turned, sizing him up. The one with the bat stepped forward, scowling. "Who the hell are you?"

"Just someone passing by," Helios shrugged. "Doesn't look like this needs to get violent. Why don't we all chill?"

The bat-wielding kid sneered and stepped closer. "We don't need your help. Get lost."

Helios felt the tension in the air, that familiar tingle that came just before a fight. The kid swung the bat, but Helios was faster. He sidestepped easily, grabbed the bat mid-swing, and twisted it out of the teen's hands, pinning his arm behind his back in one swift motion.

"Look," Helios said calmly, "this isn't worth it."

The rest of the group stared, unsure of what to do. Slowly, they backed off, leaving their friend behind. Helios released the teen, who glared at him before storming off into the shadows, his pride bruised but unharmed.

As the group dispersed, Helios felt the adrenaline drain, leaving him with a familiar sense of satisfaction. He didn't need to go overboard, and no one got hurt. He made his way back to the rooftop, breathing in the cool night air as he settled back into his spot.

Sitting there, a small smile crept onto his face. He was proud of how he'd handled the situation. Once again, he looked out at the city—a sprawling metropolis that never slept, always alive with its own rhythm. Despite its size and constant motion, Nightfall was still home to him, filled with secrets and memories he knew better than anyone.

Helios's thoughts drifted back to his childhood. The neighborhood had been rough, filled with gangs and violence. His parents had struggled to make ends meet, and Helios had learned to fend for himself early on. But despite it all, he'd never lost his sense of wonder. He'd always been curious, eager to explore, and willing to learn.

Books had been his escape. They introduced him to the concepts of courage and heroism, tales of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. Those stories had shaped him, and inspired him to find his own moment of greatness.

Now, as he sat on the rooftop, watching the city breathe, Helios had the feeling that something was coming. Something big. But he wasn't afraid. Whatever it was, he knew he was ready—strong, resourceful, and brave. That would be enough.