Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8785285-20150720061904/@comment-26108027-20150810215322

Minerva: It's okay... I'm used to it.

She smiles sadly.

Minerva: I'm probably not going to make it home...

A Shadow appears behind her.

Minerva: What if none of us make it back home?

The Shadow stealthily walks up behind her. A light blue keyblade appears in her hand. Minerva spins, slicing the Shadow in half. It dissolves, and she starts to cry.