This story starts, as so many do, once upon a time in a world far away. But unlike most stories, ours starts at the end. The end of a hero.
He had never liked fighting. A musician at heart. As a child, he was bullied, yes, and he would cry and protest, but he wouldn't fight back. They thought it was cowardice.
He thought it was bravery.
And through the taunting he smiled. He played the part of the fool; happy and carefree. It was his music that made him so, because to one who understands the magic of the notes, music can be your escape.
It was agreed; he would make a fine music mage.
But a time came when darkness gripped the world. Shadow creatures with glowing yellow eyes. There were stories of the missing. Stories of the dead. No one knew what brought them, nor what would make them leave.
But the attacks were few and far between. Until that fateful day.
They were closing in on every side. There was no running, and for those few trapped there, no fighting. But he had magic. He had his sitar and his music. He could keep them at bay.
He began to play.
"Myde!"
He would keep fighting, no matter how much his family pleaded.
"Stop; there's nothing you can do!"
He could keep them at bay; that was something. The creatures were disappearing. His music was working.
"Run!" he shouted over the notes, his fingers flying across the strings.
They were hesitant, but one by one they passed, making it safely to the craft. His mother was the last to board. She turned to her son. Her brave son. The one who hated fighting. She watched as he fought for his life.
"Myde, hurry!"
His fingers faltered. And the creatures leapt upon him. One reached its hand into his chest. It took something, and his world turned dark.
His family never saw their son again. Their cowardly, brave son.
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A/N:
Written mostly 'cause I feel bad about killing Demyx in KH II.
Just an extremely short oneshot, as you can see. There might actually be more of this as a full story revolving, for the most part, around Demyx if enough people like this. (In other words, REVIEW PEOPLE!)
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Storybook
You think the end's the end? Well think again. Written word and sweet sung song, bring back what's lost but not gone. Heart to heart, together we stand. All stories must start, all stories must end.