Okay, this is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy. However, key things to know before you start the story.

Summary: After finally defeating the darkness for good, Sora and Kairi settle down on the Destiny Islands and have 3 children: Namine, and Roxas, and Selena (Elena). To keep the children and the island safe, they casted a spell over everyone who knew their story (but a few people like Riku and his wife) so they only thought it was just an old Legend passed down from father to son (or is your sexist, mother to daughter). Now, their kids have grown up and the door to light has opened once again. Can their children find their destinies and stop the darkness. Who is the new Keyblade Master and can he stop the darkness?

Characters: Namine (she's in her dress from the kh games)

Roxas (checkered shirt and sweatpants)

Selena (purple shirt and blue running shorts. She looks like Kairi from kh2)

Place: Destiny Island

Selena's POV

Carefully dipping it into the bright gold (but sparkly) paint, I lifted my paint covered brush up a clear dark purple space painting a small star up with all the rest and finishing my design. Satisfied, I plopped down onto my mattress and gazed up at my new masterpiece. Where the mattress touched my wall, was a huge bright orange/yellow half sun setting into my pile of random design pillows with orange rays bursting off the end into the tulip pink sky. At the end of the rays, the pink dissolved into purple filling the space between and million gold starts sparkling and forming constellations.

I smile at my work and lean back on my sky blue comforter covered in bright yellow, grass green, sea blue, and magenta swirls until my eyes met my smooth midnight blue ceiling also covered in sparkling stars. My frame of the canopy formed a frame for my artwork as I gaze up into the stars and rest my aching shoulders. Who knew painting starts for four hours straight would make someone so sore.

Okay, so if anyone oblivious is reading this, let me state the obvious: I paint on my ceiling and walls (and sometimes the furniture too). That's why my room looks like a rainbow (which reminds me, I really need to paint one on my wall over my sun mosaic mirror). That's what happens when you get put in a white room with totally white furniture just because your older sister has a totally white room (seriously, try it some time. You'll go insane)... Whoa, I'm getting way too into detail. Maybe I should just start from the beginning.

*Deep Breath*

Hi, my name is Selena and yes, I'm a girl (for all you oblivious people out there). I'm 14 (big whoop) and live on the Destiny Islands with my family in a big house overlooking the ocean (filled with boring details that I'd rather not get into). I could tell you other things about myself like I have shoulder length scarlet/chocolate/caramel hair and ocean blue eyes, but that would be boring. So, I'll skip the "I'm a person with a boring life that I'm going to tell you anyway even though you will probably skip over this" speech and just get back to me laying on my bed in the rainbow room (which is what my sister calls it).

*Out of my head*

So, yeah, I'm laying on my totally cool comforter as sunlight streams in through the open double windows that sit on either side of my bed. A couple of years ago, I build a small riser that runs down my wall and attaches to my bed frame that is one foot tall by one foot wide so that it reaches my window like a door. Outside of those windows, are two small balconies overlooking the ocean being shaded by ocean blue water proof tarps/blankets like the ones over the shops in Aladdin. Long story short, on the balcony to my left there are exotic plants from other worlds that my dad brought me back on his travels, and the balcony on my right is filled with a ton of fluffy pillows that I sit on to read... Is anyone else sensing an Agrabah theme here?... And is anyone else seeing I'm getting really off topic?

So, since I wasted my time explaining the window/door thing, I'll do a long story short: I got sort of bored staring up at the ceiling (don't ask how with all the colors in my room) and decided to paint on my walls some more. So, I swing my legs off the left side my full size mattress until they hit the cool wooden floor (which is only a foot below my mattress). On the perpendicular wall, is a double Chinese screen door with Chinese paper drawings in between the frames that hides my clothes (there is the same thing on the other wall but it holds my millions of books instead). Painted on the wall to the left side of it is a giant oak tree standing lazily in a small meadow of grass with a babbling brook (Sadly, I don't have a sound maker to have the special effects of the brook). Dropping down so I'm kneeling on the cool floor, I reach for my forest green paint and begin to outline some of the blades of grass hiding the root of the mighty oak.

That's when I hear my abused door swung open so it hits my tall brown stained beau (which would explain the millions of dent marks on the right side). Across, my waxed wooden floor (like the kind in a dance studio that shows your reflection) clomps a pair of dainty feet being shown off in a pair of pumps by the sound of it. Seconds later, a shadow falls over my tree and leans down to whisper something in my ear. Namine!

Like I've said in the last... 7 paragraphs, I have a older sister. Her name is Namine and she is less then one year older then me. If I had to describe her in 1 word, it would be: pain in my butt (oops, that's 4). She a typical popular girl with soft blond hair (not golden, more pastel) that falls six inches below the shoulder and ocean blue eyes like mine (except mine sparkle more in the sun and turn more soft purple/blue towards night). She's a couple of inches taller then me (and that's when she is without her pumps which she never takes off) and... we are nothing alike. She goes around the house in either a white one inch sleeve (exactly) sundress that falls down to her knees and ends with lace and perfect white pumps (that never get dirty no matter how much she wears them). However, she's not the quiet type. She runs into my room twenty times a minute and begs to "borrow" my stuff and constantly is either texting or has her iPod's ear buds jammed into her ears playing music so you can hear it anywhere in the house.

"No" I continue painting, my body not even flinching as her Barbie bubblegum breath breathes down my neck.

"Why nawt?" Namine pouts, her lip trembling a bit. Without even looking, I can tell she's doing the puppy dog look again. Sucks for her that it never works on me!

"Because,"

"Because WHY?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER RETURN IT SO LEAVE MY ROOM BEFORE I CALL MOM!" I shout, pushing my paint brush harshly into the paint cup causing the millionth splatter of paint to stain itself on my floor. I pivot myself around till I'm staring straight into Namine's tearing eyes. Yes, it's part of the "I'm a innocent helpless person so give me what I want now or I'll cry" look."

The bottom of her lip trembles a bit "You didn't even know what I wanted." A lone tear streaks down her face.

"Ugh, Nami" I spit back, completely annoyed, as usual (when will she learn?). "You wanted to borrow my ear buds because your died a painful death due to your loud music playing."

Namine snaps out of "the look" and turns it into one of those sisterly "I'm the better and more superior person so listen to me and do as I say" looks. "God, how did you know." She pauses, watching me as I crack a smile showing my pearl whites. "Never mind (she tosses her hair over her shoulder), just give me the buds or I won't splatter paint over your newest addition to the rainbow." She flicks her thumb towards the starry sunset that I had gotten up at 5 o'clock to observe the sunrise.

"You do that and I'll call Mom."

"Ooooh, wimpy little Elena won't stand up to fight" She throws in her baby face with the bacteria covered thumb in the mouth and everything (and she's the clean freak).

"I'm not wimpy you little neat freak who is scared of a broken nail."

"You little... (she couldn't come up with a good enough comeback... LOL) I'm warning you."

"Oh no, I'm so scared and helpless." I point the baby face back at her minus the thumb in my mouth.

"THAT'S IT!" Namine shouts, rushing over to my desk. Daintily (so she doesn't break a nail), she picks up a can full of red paint. Supporting it from the bottom and handle, she walks towards my bed.

"MOM!" Swiftly, I find myself making a wall between the paint and my innocent wall, my arms spread away from my body hoping to stop her. "Don't you dare."

"Try me," Slowly, like in a slow motion part of the movie (oh, soooo dramatic), she lifts the paint back ready to spring it forward onto me and anything else in my path...

"Whoa, Nami. better think that through twice." Standing behind her clutching the paint can is my twin brother, Roxas. Okay, I have an non-identical twin (whose a minute older than me). Unlike me, he has blondish gold hair that seems to spike up on one side and form a mountain range on the top of his head. I call it: The Rockies. That makes him a couple of inches taller than me if you count it. However, he still has my ocean blue eyes and artistic talents. Only his is with the guitar and not paint. He goes for more of the punk with the skater boy attitude, while I go for the... well, I'm not sure exactly. I'm not the biggest dress fan but I like jeans skirts... (I'm off topic again).

Roxas cracks a smile (which would cause any fan girl to faint) and carefully removes the paint can from Namine's hands. "Come on you two." He says with a hint of laughter behind his voice. "Can't you let a guy sleep after nine o'clock?" He yawns, and does the hand through the hair move like he's bored and trying to impress fans.

"What ever," spits Namine calmly, "You had to get up anyway. This would have been avoided if someone had given me their ear buds." She gives me the snake stare.

"Like it's my fault you murdered your other ones." I say back, totally annoyed with the her already.

"That's it." She reaches again for the paint can that's still being held by my brother. swiftly, he lifts it up out of her reach, causing the millionth and one paint drop to splatter my floor.

"Give it," She whines, jumping up to try to knock it out of his large hands.

"Nami, stop it. You'll splatter it on my walls." I grab her hand, pulling her away from the paint and Roxas.

Ugh, you such a nuisance." The blond shrieks, slapping the grip I have on her small hand trying to get me to let it go. Roxas attempt to grab the slapping hand, only to almost be knocked over by Namine's outstretched foot. More paint splatter to my was shiny floor.

"Freeze," We all stop, Namine's hand about to slap my poor back of my hand, which is already red and Roxas holding the paint under his arm like a football player, his black and white checkered shirt already dripping red paint. Standing in the doorway, with her shoulder length red hair tied back in a loose bun, is my mother, her blue/purple eyes scanning the fight scene.

"Every body clap you hands," Outside my window, thirteen pairs of hands clap wildly as their owners crack up in hysterics. Glancing at my sibs, I see their faces turn bright scarlet when they realized: 1. I had my window open and 2. Dad was in the middle of teaching the 1st graders karate out on the rock garden.

Okay, time to introduce the last of my... unique family. First, there is my Mom, Kairi. My mom and my dad have known each other since they were kids and they were going up on the Destiny Islands. Long story short, the got married when they were 18 and had Namine a year later. Before we were born, my Mom became a author and wrote many kids stories, which she categorized as Disney. In these stories, she created the Princesses (some of them she calls the Princesses of Heart) and their Princes, and regular stories like Hercules and 101 Dalmatians. Some of my favorite are the one that include a Mouse named Mickey Mouse who has adventures with Donald Duck and Goofy. He's mostly a King who rules Disney Kingdom with his Queen Minnie and helps the Key Bearers. But I'll get into that later. Now, she helps my Dad run the Dojo by doing aerobic classes and dance classes.

My Dad is one of the coolest and funniest persons around. He has awesome spiky hair and ocean blue eyes like mine. He even has the name to match his coolness: Sora. It means sky and it fits him well because he travels to different places and brings back exotic plants like the ones in Mom's books (its better than getting a different writing utensil from each place like Namine). He says one day he'll take me to everywhere he visited on a ship called the Gummi Ship (whatever that is). Now, he runs the Dojo, which takes over the basement of our house (our house is build on a hill so part of the basement is ground level near the bottom of the hill and that's the dojo) and the rock garden outside the basement. He teaches sword fighting and karate, which I know how to do both (only for defense though. I don't exactly like to fight).

Back to reality. My mom stands in the doorway, her hands resting on her hips giving us the: your in trouble look. Slowly, Namine, Roxas, and me unfreeze and fix our positions till we stand in a line, oldest to youngest. My Mom stares at us, her head shaking in sorrow and shame. Finally, she speaks:

"Roxas, go change, we have to leave soon." Leave? Roxas raises his eye, totally confused. I poke him in the ribs right in the paint, my finger turning as red as my hand. Looking down, he mutters a "oh" and scurries out of the room. That leaves Namine and me to take on my Mother's wrath.

"It's all her fault," I look over to see Namine pointing her finger at me, her face fierce with anger.

"How is it my fault. You tried to damage the walls."

"They were already damaged by your so called talent"

"My so called talent! What's yours... texting or blowing up ear buds."

"ENOUGH" Namine and I look over to see my Mom rubbing her templates. "Can't you two get along for a few minutes without screaming your heads off." She gives us a cold look, causing shivers to run down my spine. What did I do wrong?

"Namine, go get ready to go. We leave in 10." Mom exits my room, her soft steps highlighting all the creaky wooden boards in the hallway. 10? Leave? WHERE? Namine begins to walk out behind her, mimicking her movements

"Um... Namine" Namine pauses at the doorframe and peaks her head over her shoulder.

"What?" She spits out, clearly being impatient as usual.

"Um... what's in 10 minutes again." I give a smile like I was an innocent unknowing kindergartener.

"You so oblivious," She walks out the door, creaking on the boards. A second later, they stop, and after a huff of breath from outside my room, Namine's head appears next to my door frame. "Ugh... Think real hard. Don't act so oblivious." I give her the raise of the eye. What was she talking about?

"UGH... PLAY PRACTICE IN 5... GET DRESSED YOU LAZY BUM!" That's when my door slammed shut, leaving a still confused me staring at the aurora on the back of my door.

Okay, so that's it. Sorry about making Namine so bad spirited. All will be answered in time. So stay tuned... and don't forget to review. Good or bad? JUST Do IT!